C1 A Small Maple Leaf Door

The night was hazy, and the city was lit up with neon lights, like a solemn young woman in the middle of a day exhibiting her beauty at night.

The city was filled with people and carriages. There was never a lack of disappointment and complacency in the prosperous city.

In a pub.

People who were tired like dogs during the day vented their emotions to their heart's content. Even a goddess who was as cold as ice would be dragged into the mortal world at this moment.

At the moment, in the corner of the bar, a man in his twenties who looked like he had just graduated from university was getting drunk on his own.

The crowd twisting in front of him didn't arouse his interest at all, and the exploding music couldn't break the high wall of sadness in his heart.

He slowly stood up with a bottle of wine in his hand, walked out of the bar, and arrived at the street where cars were coming and going.

Looking at the cars speeding by, the man walked slowly with no signs of anger in his eyes.

When he arrived at the side of the road, unfortunately, it happened to be a traffic light at this moment. The originally crowded traffic instantly disappeared.

It was as if even the heavens didn't want to grant his wish. However, the man didn't care about it. One more second, one less second, it didn't matter.

He just waited quietly for the green light to arrive.

The traffic lights on the countdown timer were decreasing second by second. It was like the countdown timer for the man's life.

Finally, it returned to zero!

The man took a step and rushed into the traffic under the frightened gazes of others.

...

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Zhao Si, Zhao Si! Stop sleeping! Hurry up, you have to get the inner sect token today." A young man about seventeen or eighteen years old stood in front of the door and knocked hard on the wooden door.

After a while, there was a sudden sound in the room, as if someone was busy preparing something.

After a while, the wooden door finally opened, and a black-haired youth with a lazy expression walked out.

"Zhao Si, it's okay for you to lay the foundation in the morning and be lazy in the morning, but on a day like this, you are still sleeping. Seriously... Let's go. We are probably the only ones who haven't arrived yet."

The young man who knocked on the door did not say anything else and pulled Zhao Si out.

Zhao Si, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression on his face. It was as if this was not the first day of doing such a thing.

Zhao Si, no, Zhao Si was a transmigrator. He had been in this world for a month. At first, when he found out that he had transmigrated, facing a strange environment, Zhao Si's heart was only filled with confusion and fear.

But as a modern man from the Information Age, Zhao Si quickly accepted this cruel reality. At the same time, he also believed that transmigrators should have golden fingers, right? With this thought, Zhao Si touched something and really found a system.

Of course, this system was a little difficult to explain, so he would talk about it later.

Zhao Si had transmigrated to an Oriental fantasy-like Xianxia world. Zhao Si knew this when he saw an old man with a white beard suddenly appear beside him on a Flying Sword, dressed like a deity in a television series.

He didn't know if this old man had some kind of special fate. Zhao Si had just transmigrated and was still confused when he was discovered by him.

As soon as he arrived, he pulled and touched Zhao Si's hand while making strange noises. He looked at Zhao Si as if he was a dog looking at a rice poodle, no, as if he was a pervert looking at a beauty. It didn't seem right. It was too vulgar. Anyway, that was what he meant.

The old man nodded with satisfaction. He pulled out a rope from his waist and tied Zhao Si up firmly. He carried him with one hand and flew all the way back to the sect called Maple Leaf Sect.

After this series of actions, Zhao Si was still stunned. It was only when he entered the Freshmen Garden in a daze that he realized that he had already become an introductory disciple of the Maple Leaf Sect.

Even though a month had passed, Zhao Si still had some regrets in his heart, but his personality was that of one who would adapt to the situation. In addition, Zhao Si used to be a senior fantasy fan. When he came back to himself, he was happy to do so. He had been living in the Maple Leaf Sect until now.

"Ding! The System has notified the Host that the first transdimensional travel will take place in a month's time. Please be prepared."

Just as Zhao Si was walking, he suddenly heard a voice that only he himself could hear. In an instant, the laziness on Zhao Si's face disappeared.

"System, how can a cultivator like me get such a thing from you? This style is obviously not right."

"Beep! The host has confirmed it correctly. The dimensional anime system is sincerely at your service."

Yes, that's right. This was Zhao Si's system, the so-called golden finger. However, the function of this system was different from what Zhao Si had imagined. It was not something like 999 with a single slash. The Immortal Emperor would have it tomorrow, and it was also not some super cultivation system. It was a dimensional anime system.

When Zhao Si first found out about its name, he was completely stunned. Why didn't you just cultivate properly and become a supreme Immortal Emperor? Why did you do something like angrily pushing the forbidden zone, breaking the ages, and other such ultimate tricks that would make one's entire body tremble?

In the end, you want me to transmigrate to the anime world? Zhao Si just wanted to hold his head and moan in pain. Although Zhao Si had seen a lot of anime himself, except for the three main migrant workers' comics and some influential works, the others were all sent by his friend Henri. He could just take a look at them and forget about the plot of the characters. As a veteran fantasy cultivator, Zhao Si's targets were often major fantasy novels.

Fortunately, Zhao Si's talent in cultivation was not bad. It should be good if he could be tied up by that old man. Otherwise, at the moment, this system could only provide one ability to travel through the worlds. If Zhao Si's talent was average and he traveled through the unknown anime world as an ordinary person, then Zhao Si might really have thought of his last words.

Not long after they arrived, the two of them arrived at an open square. The plaza was very big, and Zhao Si estimated that it was about the size of a regular football field and round. Except for Zhao Si and the other two, all the other disciples of the Maple Leaf Sect had arrived at the square.

At this moment, everyone was surrounding the round stage in the center of the plaza. There were five seats on the stage, and on top of them sat the five higher-ups of the Maple Leaf Sect. One of them was the old man who kidnapped Zhao Si that day.

He saw the two of them arrive in a hurry. He smiled and didn't say anything. He stood up and said in a clear voice:

"This old man is known as the Great Elder of the Maple Leaf Sect. The Maple Leaf Sect was founded in the fifteenth year of the lunar calendar, and it is now the five hundred and fifteenth year of the lunar calendar. Five hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. The Maple Leaf Sect is held once every fifty years, and in your generation, it has already become the tenth generation. There are a total of 3600 disciples..."

Zhao Si knew that the leader's speech was usually long and smelly but he didn't expect that the news of the successor would spread to the cultivation world. This was really too terrifying.

Zhao Si watched Qi Tian Sheng's spirited speech, expecting it to continue for another hour. His heart was heavy, so he kept talking to the system in his mind, trying to find out if the system was joking with him.

Unfortunately, when he held the inner sect disciple's clothes and the token in his hand, Zhao Si finally realized that this was true. His system didn't seem to help him with his cultivation.

Feeling helpless in his heart, he could only give up on his fantasies and return to his residence to start cultivating the unique cultivation technique of the sect.

There was no name for the cultivation technique, so it was called Cultivation Technique. It could be seen that the sect master was also a genius with a name, just like the Red Maple Leaf Sect. It was said that the reason for its name was because there was a large maple forest behind the mountain.

Time passed unknowingly in cultivation. Cultivation was boring. This was Zhao Si's second thought since he started cultivating. The first was the excitement he felt at the beginning.

As the saying goes, a hundred days of foundation building, but maybe Zhao Si was really talented. Less than half a month after the old man brought him back, he had successfully opened up all the meridians in his body and the Qi circulation in his body was unimpeded. He had completed the foundation that others would need to spend a hundred days on and then spent another half a month to reach the peak of Qi Refinement before the promotion ceremony for the inner sect disciples. Only then was he able to catch up to the inner sect disciples.

And since that day, until now, the Core Formation chapter of the Cultivation Method had been completed, and a pale white round core was spinning in his dantian. It took... three days.

Zhao Si felt that his talent wasn't good but very good. But thinking about it, there was always someone better than him, and there might even be a monster who could form a core on the spot? Keep a low profile.

He had the strength for the time being, but he lacked the means to unleash it. Thus, Zhao Si went out to the Depository of Buddhist Scriptures and brought back some cultivation techniques and skills that inner disciples could learn. For example, there was a sword technique called Sword Technique, a footwork called Footwork, a palm technique called Palm Technique... He couldn't ridicule it.

In addition, Zhao Si also found that the cultivation world of this world was much more peaceful, or it could be said that there were more sects that believed in Taiqing Laozi's thoughts. Yes, otaku. Some of the plotlines in the novels were not common. Of course, it was also possible that the environment of the Maple Leaf Sect was very good.

Ignoring all of this, for the remaining fifteen days, Zhao Si carefully studied the technique, sword techniques, footwork, and palm techniques. He had gained a lot from all of them, and his strength had improved quite a bit.

Finally, a month had passed. Zhao Si stood in his room, holding a long sword.

"Ding! The first dimensional travel has begun. The world is being selected."

"The world has been extracted. I wish you a pleasant journey!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Si disappeared from the room.