C3 Sister Hua Ling!

When he returned home, the sky had already darkened.

The dilapidated two thatched cottages were made of wood mixed with yellow mud. When he pushed open the door, he found that the house was a poor house. Other than a table, stool, an old bed, and a stove, there was nothing else.

A delicate and pretty girl wearing a coarse cloth sat on a stool, looking very worried.

Her green short clothes were washed to the point that it was almost impossible to see the color. Her two patched trousers were rolled up high, revealing a section of her white calves. Her ankles were still stained with fresh mud.

The little girl's figure was slim and graceful, her small waist was flexible and strong, and her face was like a sea cucumber in the spring, white and intoxicatingly red. Her chest that had not fully grown out was slightly raised, causing the green short clothes to curve in a small arc. It seemed that even though she was malnourished, in some aspects, her development was still very good.

This was her own sister, Hua Ling.

It was as if a breeze and a rain were blowing in his face, making Ye Feng feel as if he had washed his face with a spring water. The first time he saw her, he felt a sense of familiarity.

Hua Ling was picked up by her father back then, and there was no blood relation between them. Ye Feng couldn't help but think back to this sentence, and his mind was in turmoil. At this moment, he heard the girl's clear voice, like the singing of a hundred spirits in the mountains.

"Brother!"

The girl who revealed a happy expression ran towards Ye Feng.

"Brother, you're back." Hua Ling ran to Ye Feng like the wind and hugged him.

For a moment, the young girl's fragrance filled his nostrils. Combined with her soft body, it gave people a charming feeling. Ye Feng lowered his head and saw the pair of big eyes on Hua Ling's beautiful face, which was a little red.

"Brother, it's good that you're back. I was so worried about Ling Er. I heard from the big brother who forges iron that you were called by Deacon Zhao. You didn't come back for an entire day. Ling Er was about to go out to find you, but the sky turned dark very quickly …"

Holding Ye Feng tightly, Hua Ling's pointed chin pressed against Ye Feng's shoulder, and her eyes reddened again.

All these years, Hua Ling had seen Ye Feng being bullied and suffering, but she had never been so worried about him like this. It was as if she had a misconception that her brother would never come back. As the sky turned dark, this feeling became stronger and stronger.

Therefore, when she saw Ye Feng's figure, Hua Ling used all her strength to hug him, as if she was going to squeeze Ye Feng into her body.

The soft breasts pressed against Ye Feng's chest, giving him a numbing and warm feeling. Ye Feng's body stiffened, and his expression was extremely interesting.

Fortunately, after hugging him, Hua Ling let him go.

"Brother, you haven't eaten for an entire day. You must be hungry. Let's eat. Ling Er will leave you some leftovers."

She pressed Ye Feng onto the wooden stool almost forcefully. Hua Ling quickly opened the stove, and soon, half a bowl of porridge, two unknown wild fruits, and a bowl of water-cooked wild vegetables were placed on the wooden table.

After starving for an entire day, Ye Feng's chest was already pressed against his back. However, when he saw the food on the table, he found it hard to move his mouth. It was not because he was used to eating large amounts of meat and fish, but because he truly felt sad in his heart.

No wonder his body was so thin and weak.

"Just... eat this?"

Both of them were in their growing years. How could they have enough nutrition just by eating such food?

Hua Ling nodded her head sensibly and pushed the only bowl of porridge towards Ye Feng, while she picked up a green fruit and chewed on it.

The bowl of porridge was brought by the blacksmith Zhao Daniu in the afternoon. The siblings were servants in the Zhao Family Manor, and Ye Feng, as a man, was unable to awaken the Martial Vein. He had been bullied for the past two years, so he had been starving every day.

"Ling'er, eat it. Brother, uh, I just ate it. Deacon Zhao invited us to have wine and meat. It's a pity that I didn't bring some back for you..." Ye Feng pushed the porridge back to Hua Ling.

He couldn't eat it, so he couldn't let a girl who was younger than him save food for him.

"Really?" Hua Ling stared at Ye Feng with her clear eyes.

"Of course, it's even better than real gold. If you don't believe me, feel it."

Ye Feng puffed up his belly, but his stomach made a gurgling sound. Fortunately, Hua Ling did not think that her brother would lie about this matter. She happily agreed and drank the porridge in a few mouthfuls. The porridge was as thin as water, but it was as delicious as a fine wine in Hua Ling's mouth.

Ye Feng, who was sitting on the wooden bench, was silent.

Before he transmigrated, he had lived a good life with his own hard work. But now that he had transmigrated to the Yuanwu Continent, he did not awaken his Martial Vein and become a Martial Cultivator. This made Ye Feng's future filled with uncertainty.

It seemed that other than being on guard against Zhao Tianle, he had to be prepared to fight against the hunger.

The feeling of being starved was too painful.

...

It was already very late at night, and the stars were twinkling.

A series of insect cries could be heard from outside, and occasionally, the roars of wild beasts could be heard from the four sides of the village.

The nights of the other world were filled with danger. If he were to leave the village rashly, he would be dragged into the forest by the wild beasts very quickly.

Ye Feng thought about this problem and could not sleep. However, just as he closed his eyes, a golden light suddenly flashed in the depths of his mind, causing him to sit up like a spring.

His eyes suddenly opened wide, and an expression of shock that he could not suppress appeared on his face.

The moment he opened his eyes, the golden light disappeared.

Ye Feng hurriedly closed his eyes again, and the disappearing golden light returned. Moreover, the brightness was like a small sun appearing in the depths of his mind.

What was going on?

The shocking discovery made his breathing quicken.

Could it be that the 'afterglow' really ran into his brain?

Before he could react, a loud rumble suddenly sounded in his head. Ye Feng's consciousness actually left his body and appeared in a mist that was suffused with golden light. The rolling mist enveloped his entire body, causing him to be unable to differentiate between north, south, east, and west.

"This is …"

When he opened his eyes, a strange scene once again surpassed his understanding. Ye Feng discovered that he was actually standing on a smooth and jade-like Round Table.

The entire Round Table had a radius of about five meters. Its material was like jade but not jade. It was hard but smooth and delicate. With the Round Table as the center, eight channels extended outwards in an extremely regular manner. They formed a nine palace shape. One could vaguely see that the other end of the channels was eight smaller round tables.

However, at this moment, there were streaks of lightning wrapped around the entrance of each channel. It was obvious that they were unable to pass through at the moment.

"Where am I? Why would I appear in such a strange place? Could it be … I f * cking got dressed again? "

Looking around, Ye Feng muttered to himself. The scene in front of him gave him the illusion of a science fiction world.

"The ancient star realm, the civilization is broken, like trillions of dust scattered into the world …" Damn, every time I have to read such a boring opening speech, f * ck, I won't talk anymore …" A mysterious and deep voice sounded sharply in the space, as if it pierced through the void of the universe …