Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

Time flies like water, passing by quietly.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed since Wei Xiaobao began his arduous cultivation in this grove.

Wei Xiaobao's feelings over the past two weeks have been extremely complex; it can be described as a bittersweet experience.

The pain is excruciating, the kind of intense suffering that one experiences daily during cultivation, a pain that almost tears the body apart and crushes the will.

From dawn till dusk, aside from necessary meals, rest, and returning to the temple for roll call, he devoted almost all his time to cultivation.

The stance training of "Invincible Vajra Divine Skill" becomes increasingly difficult and painful.

After each day's cultivation session, he felt as if his body had been disassembled and reassembled, leaving him utterly exhausted.

This is "pain".

But happiness is just as real and intense.

That is the joy and satisfaction of witnessing and personally experiencing yourself becoming stronger every moment.

Physical strength, resilience, and defense all improve at a visible rate as the "Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill" is refined.

The "Diamond Internal Force" within the dantian grows from nothing to something, from weak to gradually stronger, and one can feel a slight increase after circulating it through the body every day;

His innate Qi and blood became increasingly abundant, providing him with a continuous source of energy and recovery power.

This feeling of clearly sensing one's own strength "rapidly improving"

Like the finest wine, it is intoxicating and can offset all the pain of cultivation.

This is "happiness".

Although this path is difficult and painful, it is the right direction and the future is bright.

The foundation of martial arts, which combines internal and external cultivation, is being gradually solidified and strengthened amidst this interplay of pain and joy.

The future is expected.

After the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill broke through to the third level with unstoppable momentum...

The projection of Wei Xiaobao clearly sensed that it would be difficult for this skill to make any significant leaps forward in the short term.

The transition from the third to the fourth level is a significant hurdle, requiring not only persistent and arduous training, but also the assistance of higher-grade medicinal herbs, deeper levels of internal strength, and even a sudden enlightenment.

In this desolate grove, progress will be extremely slow if one relies solely on one's own efforts.

At the same time, he re-examined the Shaolin Temple where he was located. He had already absorbed and memorized the "knowledge" portion of the martial arts treasure trove of this ancient temple.

As for his "environment" and "resources," they are no longer of much help to him now that he has cultivated both his inner and outer qualities and reached a high level of success.

The temple had strict rules, and due to his special status, it was difficult for him to freely go out and search for resources for extended periods of time.

Although the temple has a Medicine King's Courtyard, the effects of those ordinary medicinal herbs on him are negligible, and the real rare and precious herbs are by no means easy to obtain.

More importantly, he needed a territory of his own, a place where he could legitimately and freely develop his power, accumulate resources, and realize his vision of a "foundation."

As his cultivation deepened, especially after his internal energy grew and his blood and qi surged, a vague yet increasingly strong intuition began to emerge deep within Wei Xiaobao's consciousness.

He realized that in this barren world where spiritual energy was scarce and could be called the "end of Dharma," it was almost a pipe dream to try to reach the pinnacle of martial arts on one's own.

In the future, I will likely need to rely on a powerful force, gather resources, recruit talents, and even borrow the power of all living beings in order to have any hope of breaking through the limitations of this world and reaching that legendary supreme realm.

This intuition is not unfounded; it seems to originate from the depths of the soul, carrying a profound mystery that transcends the understanding of this world.

I am the projection of some unimaginable and indescribable "supreme power".

This intuition might be a subtle guidance given by that supreme being across endless dimensions of time and space.

After all, the path of that being is itself "creation", "rule", and "opening up".

Wei Xiaobao, the projected body, did not hesitate.

He chose to trust his own intuition.

Individual strength is the foundation, but to go further, one must have a solid force as a backing.

It's time to take that step.

He did not make a fuss immediately, but instead took advantage of a seemingly ordinary free day to secretly return to the capital by fast horse.

When he entered the palace to meet Emperor Kangxi, he did not mention his great improvement in martial arts skills.

He simply stated that "having been away from home for a long time, I am homesick and feel that Yangzhou is a prosperous and beautiful place in Jiangnan, full of outstanding people and resources. I wish to stay here for a while longer to observe the people's conditions and share Your Majesty's burdens."

He subtly expressed his hope to obtain an official position in Yangzhou, so that he would have a formal title and be able to act more conveniently.

Emperor Kangxi already trusted this "brother" and "confidant" who had shared hardships with him, captured Oboi, and even "became a monk in place of the emperor" to visit his father.

Moreover, Wei Xiaobao's return from his "monkship" seemed to have made him much more composed, which put his mind at ease.

Emperor Kangxi agreed almost without hesitation and bestowed upon the emperor unimaginable favors.

He not only continued to retain Wei Xiaobao's privileges as an "imperial envoy,"

He could use the imperial edict to mobilize local officials along the way and act expediently. He even directly issued an edict to formally appoint Wei Xiaobao as the "Lord of Yangzhou City".

This was not an honorary title, but a real local official position with real power. Although the rank was not the highest, Yangzhou was a prefecture, with provincial officials above it.

However, the title of "City Lord" implies that Wei Xiaobao possesses immense administrative, judicial, and even a certain degree of military autonomy within Yangzhou City and its directly administered territory.

He was a veritable "local emperor," whose status was even higher than that of the prefect of Yangzhou.

This imperial decree undoubtedly handed over almost all the power in Yangzhou to Wei Xiaobao.

This profound trust deeply moved Wei Xiaobao.

He received the imperial edict, solemnly kowtowed to Emperor Kangxi in gratitude, and secretly vowed in his heart:

"No matter where I go in the future, no matter how the world changes, even if our interests clash and we turn against each other, I will not take his life. I will ensure that Xiao Xuanzi will live a life of wealth and peace."

With Emperor Kangxi's trust and a new mission, Wei Xiaobao no longer lingered.

He returned to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, bringing with him Shuang'er, who had been eagerly awaiting his return.

He then selected two shrewd and capable men from the original ten guards to serve as his trusted leaders. With the imperial edict and documents from the Ministry of War, he transferred two hundred elite cavalry soldiers from the Beijing Garrison to serve as his personal guard.

The group, in a grand procession, left the capital and embarked on their journey to Yangzhou.

The journey from the Forbidden City to Yangzhou is a long one, a distance of a thousand miles.

On this day, when they came to a dangerous valley between two mountains, just as Wei Xiaobao had predicted, or rather, as he had hoped, they encountered a sizable band of mountain bandits who robbed them on their way.

This gang of bandits numbered over five hundred. They appeared fierce, but in reality, they were mostly a motley crew.

Wei Xiaobao sat upright on his horse, his gaze calmly sweeping over the group of clamoring bandits.

He keenly sensed that most of them did not have a strong murderous aura and their eyes were shifty, indicating that they were mostly refugees forced by livelihood or coerced into living.

However, there were about fifty or sixty people with fierce eyes and a bloody smell on their bodies. They were obviously ruthless bandits who had committed many evils and were used to robbery and murder.

He doesn't take any bullshit.

For those clearly the core, heinous bandits, he gave the order and two hundred well-trained and well-equipped elite cavalrymen, like tigers among sheep, quickly divided and surrounded them, with swords flashing and no mercy shown.