A Day of Seclusion, Rewarded with the Diamond Indestructible Divine Art

Dark walls, bright moonlight.
Ye Fan fell, his back aching, his head spinning.
Supporting himself against the wall to stand up, he finally saw his surroundings clearly.
This was the bottom of an ancient well.
At the bottom of the well lay a young man with a build similar to his, his clothes full of tears, covered by a tattered sack that had been ripped open.
The young man was bleeding from his seven orifices, his face a ghastly pale mixed with a bizarre red. His death was gruesome, and he had long since stopped breathing.
Strangely, the other party was wearing the eunuch attire seen in period dramas.
Even more bizarrely, around the young man were several scattered fragments of white bone. On one fragment, there were nine scratch marks, looking like finger imprints.
"Whoosh."
A cold wind blew past, sounding like someone whistling.
Ye Fan shivered; the person before him had a face identical to his!
...
Ye Fan had just stood up.
"Ding! The system has detected that the host is at a brand-new location, the bottom of the Tuo Long Well in the Imperial Palace. Do you wish to check in?"
[The system can only check in once per day. Each check-in must be at a different location. Additionally, every thirty days, you will receive a chance to spin the lucky wheel...]
Ye Fan patted his buttocks. "Confirm check-in."
"Ding! Congratulations, you have received a brand-new set of Ninth Grade eunuch attire."
"Hiss."
Ye Fan took a cold breath.
This system seemed a bit abnormal. Others get the Tathagata Divine Palm or the Nine Yang Divine Art.
When it was his turn, it was just this?
The weather was terrifyingly cold. He put on the brand-new eunuch clothes. On his head was a small blue gemstone the size of a fingernail, a white jade medallion, and the silk material was light and the craftsmanship exquisite.
Should he take it out and sell it for money?
But who in their right mind would wear eunuch clothes?
Unlucky!
"Whoosh..."
Another cold wind blew, and Ye Fan shivered.
Wearing the eunuch attire was actually not bad; it fit perfectly and was very warm.
However, in this way, Ye Fan looked no different from the little eunuch at the bottom of the well.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the check-in. You have received a chance to spin the lucky wheel. Do you wish to start the spin?"
"Confirm!"
"Ding! You have received a copy of the Daoist scripture, the Huangting Jing. Do you wish to learn it?"
The system's voice rang out at the right time, like a sliver of comfort amidst the cold wind.
The Huangting Jing?
In his vague memories, he seemed to have heard the name of this book before.
"Learn!"
Under the freezing moonlit night, Ye Fan trembled all over, but from heat rather than cold.
The surrounding weather was clearly bone-chilling, yet Ye Fan's limbs were warm.
From his Dantian, a continuous stream of heat was born, beginning to travel through his Eight Extraordinary Meridians and throughout his entire body.
Although this heat stream was small, it nourished him silently.
When the air current completed one cycle in his body, the heat within Ye Fan grew stronger.
A power he had never experienced before gushed out like a spring, unending.
Ye Fan felt his limbs filled with strength.
His ears became sharp, his eyes keen, and his body robust.
The sounds of birds and insects in the world around him became crystal clear.
Vaguely, Ye Fan seemed to experience an auditory hallucination.
He heard someone opening an altar to preach the Dao, speaking with great eloquence.
The true words of Huangting are the books of Sages.
The world is full of delusions.
We should close our doors to cultivate the Huangting, and once the Dao is achieved, roam free.
Do not waste this human life, this century of time.
...
"I've picked up a treasure!"
The golden sound of the Great Dao was like a divine empowerment.
Ye Fan closed his eyes, seriously feeling the transformation in his body. He also learned about the realms of martial artists.
The Houtian martial artists of the world are divided into nine grades.
Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth Grades are the Lower Three Grades, the entry level of the Martial Realm, focusing on a healthy body.
Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Grades are the Middle Three Grades, focusing on cleansing the essence and marrow, capable of breaking wood and tearing armor.
First, Second, and Third Grades are the Upper Three Grades, focusing on shedding the mortal coil and changing the bones, capable of killing from a distance.
Above Houtian, there is Xiantian!
And now, Ye Fan was a Ninth Grade Houtian martial artist!
...
Not long after, the heat stream in his body stabilized.
Ye Fan looked at his surroundings. The well walls were smooth, built from blocks of black stone, with almost no place to find a foothold.
As for calling for help.
The little eunuch who died at the bottom of the well, and those white bones when they were alive, surely did the same.
However, a dry well becoming a graveyard only proved that calling for help was a waste of energy.
It seemed there was no way to escape.
Unless he checked in a peerless martial art and flew straight out.
Just as Ye Fan was about to wait for death and the second day's check-in.
...
"Thud."
The little eunuch's corpse fell against the wall behind him, and a pitch-black passage appeared.
...
"Whoosh."
The whistling sound at the bottom of the well grew louder. The wind blowing from the other side of the passage created a vortex at the bottom of this well, which was why it made that sound.
By the moonlight, at the spot where the little eunuch originally lay, four words could be faintly seen: "I don't want to die." Ye Fan dragged the little eunuch's body into the passage, laying his cold limbs flat to avoid being discovered by anyone outside.
Ye Fan took a deep breath.
"Is this the Imperial Palace?"
Ye Fan realized that from now on, he would have to live under the identity of this little eunuch.
Furthermore, the death of the little eunuch had shown Ye Fan a path forward.
Looking at the handsome face of the little eunuch, which carried a lingering trace of sorrow, Ye Fan's expression became solemn.
"Little eunuch, though I do not know your name, we are both wanderers at the edge of the world; why must we have met before to be acquainted! After I get out, I will take your name to live. Everything from your lifetime, I will shoulder."
...
Closing the hidden door on the wall, Ye Fan cautiously moved forward. The pitch-black passage led to an unknown place, but Ye Fan had no way back.
Staying at the bottom of the well in the freezing winter without food meant only one path: death.
Now, he could only move forward!
Not long after.
In the long, dark passage, cold winds blew in gusts. In the darkness, he could even hear the sound of mice gnawing. Finally, the path ahead reached its end.
Another wall!
Strange, if it was a secret passage, why was it a dead end?
I must have missed something.
What was it?
The weather was very cold, but the wind in the passage was even more bone-chilling.
Ye Fan closed his eyes.
...
It's the wind, the traces of the wind!
If there is air movement, there must be convection.
The bottom of the well is equivalent to a skylight, so the exit must be on the other side.
Therefore, my direction is not wrong.
Ye Fan closed his eyes, feeling the direction of the wind flow, fumbling in the darkness.
Searching for the true exit!
"Click."
With a crisp metallic sound, the hidden door was finally found by Ye Fan.
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