He fell off a cliff but unexpectedly gained a cultivation inheritance.

Zhang Bufan sat cross-legged in the corner of the wooden house, closed his eyes, and completely immersed himself in the cultivation realm of the "Mysterious Purity Dao Inquiry Technique." Following the guidance of the technique's incantation, he cleared his mind of distractions and concentrated all his attention on the vortex of energy in his lower abdomen, guiding the faint spiritual energy within his body to slowly circulate along the predetermined meridian pathways. The sensation of spiritual energy flowing through his meridians was extremely wondrous, like a gentle stream flowing across a dry riverbed, carrying a slightly warm touch.

Each cycle passes through eight main meridians and their branches. Along the way, the meridians that were originally somewhat sluggish are gradually nourished and widened, and the speed of spiritual energy flow also increases. He can clearly feel that with each complete spiritual energy cycle, the vortex in his dantian absorbs a trace of thin spiritual energy, becoming slightly more solid, and the total amount of spiritual energy in his body also increases slightly.

What surprised him even more was that, with the continuous circulation and nourishment of spiritual energy, his physique was also quietly changing. His body, which had been somewhat tired due to mid-life unemployment and long hours of staying up late, gradually became full of vitality. Every part of his body felt refreshed, as if every cell was greedily absorbing spiritual energy and becoming more resilient. At the same time, his mind became exceptionally clear. The confusion and bewilderment he had experienced before completely dissipated, leaving his mind crystal clear. Even the slightest sounds around him could be clearly heard, and he could even vaguely perceive the subtle flow of spiritual energy in the air.

This was the first time Zhang Bufan had truly experienced the changes brought about by cultivation. This transformation from the inside out filled him with awe and joy. He became even more determined to cultivate, focusing his mind and guiding the spiritual energy to circulate rapidly through his meridians. He was completely immersed in cultivation, losing all awareness of the outside world.

Time flowed quietly in the tranquil wooden cabin. There was no alternation of day and night, only the soft light emanating from the spirit stones on the cave ceiling, which constantly illuminated this small cultivation space. Zhang Bufan's breathing was long and steady, perfectly in sync with the rhythm of the spiritual energy circulation within his body. He seemed to have merged with his surroundings, entering a state of complete absorption.

After an unknown amount of time, a sudden wave of hunger surged from his stomach like a thunderclap in an empty valley, instantly jolting Zhang Bufan from his immersive cultivation state. He subconsciously frowned, slowly withdrawing his cultivation technique and guiding the spiritual energy within his body back to his dantian. The energy vortex returned to its steady and slow state, and then he slowly opened his eyes. His vision gradually cleared; the wooden hut was still small and simple, and the sound of a babbling brook could be heard outside—everything was exactly the same as when he began cultivating.

Zhang Bufan stretched, his bones making a soft "crackling" sound. He felt full of energy, without any stiffness or fatigue from maintaining one posture for a long time. He rubbed his rumbling stomach, wondering: although he had only eaten one spirit peach before starting his cultivation, that peach had extraordinary effects, so why was he hungry so soon?

Suddenly, he remembered something and looked up at the electronic bracelet on his wrist. He had specifically put it on before climbing the mountain; it had timekeeping, step counting, and basic communication functions. He hadn't expected it to stay on his wrist during the fall. He pressed the power button on the bracelet, and the screen instantly lit up, clearly displaying the current time—12:35 PM on May 15th.

"What?!"

Upon seeing this time, Zhang Bufan was completely stunned. His eyes widened, and his face was filled with disbelief. He stood up abruptly, instinctively leaning closer to the screen, checking it several times before he dared to believe he hadn't misread it.

He clearly remembered that he fell from the Plank Road in the Sky on Mount Hua around 2 PM on May 12th; he woke up in that huge, dark blue cave around 2:30 PM; he then followed the stream and found the wooden hut around 7 PM; he became a disciple of Taoist Xuanqing and received initiation in just a few minutes, after which he began his cultivation. All told, he had been sitting there for almost three days!

Zhang Bufan quickly checked the functions of the electronic bracelet. The time display was normal and the timing was accurate. However, the signal bar showed "No Service" - after all, this was a secret cave hidden deep under Mount Hua, so it was reasonable that there was no signal.

He raised his hand to touch his cheek, then stretched his limbs. Apart from the hunger in his stomach, his physical condition couldn't be better, even better than when he was young. "Three days have passed in one cultivation session..." Zhang Bufan murmured to himself, his heart filled with emotion.

He recalled the spiritual peach he had eaten in the peach grove three days ago, and suddenly understood. Information from his memory surfaced: that spiritual peach was no ordinary thing; it was a variety brought back from the Immortal Realm by his master, Daoist Xuanqing. However, because the spiritual energy in the Pangu Realm was thin, and the spiritual energy in the secret realm was far less abundant than in the Immortal Realm, the peach's effects were reduced to almost nothing. Even so, a single spiritual peach had sustained him for three days without food or drink, and only now did he feel hunger—this far surpassed the effects of ordinary food.

He walked to the door of the wooden house, pushed it open, and gazed at the vast peach orchard in the distance. Pink peach blossoms were still falling in the wind, and the peaches on the branches, some ripe and red, others unripe and green, exuded an enticing sweet fragrance. Zhang Bufan couldn't help but sigh, "With this peach orchard here, I don't have to worry about starving to death."

Previously, when he read the saying "time has no limits" in online novels, he only thought it was the author's artistic embellishment. Now, experiencing it firsthand, he truly understands the meaning of this phrase. Just one basic cultivation session felt like three days had been lost out of thin air. If he hadn't been awakened by hunger in time, he didn't know how much longer he would have remained immersed in cultivation—perhaps five days, perhaps ten days, or even longer.

Zhang Bufan took a deep breath of the air, sweet with the scent of peach blossoms, his hunger growing stronger. He decided to first go to the peach grove to pick another spirit peach to satisfy his hunger, and to learn more about the situation here before continuing his cultivation. After all, cultivation was important, but a full stomach would allow him to concentrate better. He closed the two wooden doors, took a step, and walked towards the peach grove. The light from the spirit stones on the cave ceiling shone on him, carrying a slight warmth, and illuminating the path of cultivation beneath his feet.