Chapter 1 Cultivation Marvel _1
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“Ah, be gentle, don’t tear my clothes!”

“Hurry up, I’ve been suffocating these days!”

“You devil, don’t you know… Ah!!”

In the scorching heat of July, Peach Blossom Village was exceptionally hot.

Greg Jensen planned to take a bath under the waterfall, but on his way there, he overheard this conversation.

Curiously following the voices, he saw Uncle Hall and Sharon Lampe from the village lying naked in the bushes.

“Auntie… what are you two doing?”

The two were startled and turned to look, only to see Greg Jensen, the well-known village idiot, standing there watching them.

Greg had been a university student at a prestigious college, once brimming with hope.

But after attending only for half a year, he was beaten into idiocy and sent back home, where he roamed around the village ever since.

Unexpectedly, he had ventured up to the mountain in the middle of the day.

Startled, Uncle Hall cursed, “Greg Jensen you fucking idiot, you scared the hell out of me!”

As he spoke, he picked up a stone and hurled it at Greg.

Thud!

The stone cracked Greg’s head open.

Uncle Hall, not even bothering to get dressed, continued with a flurry of punches and kicks, cursing while he beat him:

“You big fool, if your stupidity causes me problems, I’ll castrate you!”

“Enough already, don’t break him!”

Seeing Greg’s face bloodied, Sharon quickly grabbed Uncle Hall.

Uncle Hall shoved her off, swearing, “This moron messed up my good time; I absolutely must teach him a lesson today!”

Greg may have been an idiot, but he knew to run when someone hit him.

“Greg Jensen, stop right there!”

Uncle Hall was about to chase him, but remembering he was still pantsless, he stopped.

Worried, Sharon said, “What if Greg tells someone? If your third brother finds out, he won’t let us off!”

Uncle Hall’s face darkened even more, his eyes glinting coldly, “Go back first. I’ll catch up and warn that idiot. If he dares to blab, then don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

Sharon looked incredulously at Uncle Hall, “Don’t do anything reckless, okay?”

Uncle Hall didn’t respond, but he thought to himself, if an idiot dies, so what?

…

Greg ran in sheer panic, darting frantically forward like a headless fly until he dove into a secluded cave.

He ran and ran, suddenly tripping over something on the ground.

Turning his head, he saw something glowing on the ground.

Out of curiosity, Greg picked it up, discovering a smooth, round bead.

Just as he was wondering about it, the bead melted into his palm like water.

“Ah! It hurts!”

Greg felt as if there was a fire burning inside him, a heat that was excruciatingly unbearable and agonizing!

“It’s killing me!!”

Struggling, Greg got up and tried to run out of the cave, but he hadn’t gotten far before the pain knocked him down again, and he eventually passed out.

His body was so hot that when he came into contact with a small puddle nearby, it made a “sizzling” sound, and his clothes turned to ashes.

After who knows how long, a disheveled woman came running in, looking frantic.

She was young and beautiful, with a sexy figure, but her clothes were torn and ragged, exposing large areas of her pale skin.

The woman seemed off, her cheeks flushed, her gaze hazy, and upon seeing Greg lying on the ground, her breathing quickened.

Greg was simply too handsome, with his sword-like brows, aquiline nose, and chiseled lips; his face was strikingly beautiful.

His physique was like that of a perfect sculpture, with thick muscular arms and firm, well-defined chest and abs, incredibly sexy and captivating.

The woman’s eyes widened in an instant, her throat swallowing hard. She had never before seen a man so handsome and well-built.

She involuntarily took two steps forward, but as if remembering something, she retreated one step back, her face showing struggle.

However, the most primal of human instincts quickly took over; she could no longer restrain herself, and in frenzy, she tore off her clothes and lunged forward…

…

Greg Jensen groggily opened his eyes, feeling as if he had been dreaming a long, long dream.

He looked around and found himself in a cave, next to him lay a woman, naked as the day she was born.

“Ah!”

Greg was startled, and it was only with the dim light from the entrance of the cave that he could see the woman’s face clearly.

Her skin was fair and smooth, her features delicate and petite, her figure curvaceous, and those long, fine legs were impeccable.

The woman also woke up at this time, and seeing Greg staring intently at her, she glared at him fiercely.

Greg stopped staring at her, and that’s when he realized that he too was naked, and there was not a single piece of clothing nearby.

Instinctively he asked, “You… who are you?”

“You don’t need to know who I am.”

The woman’s expression was complex, her gaze cold, as she put on her torn clothes and stood up.

Greg noticed that her clothes were all ripped apart and thought, could it be that he had…?

“I… I’m sorry, I… I’ll take responsibility…”

“Take responsibility?”

The woman looked at him with a face full of scorn and eyes filled with contempt, “How will you take responsibility? Marry me? Do you qualify?”

Greg suddenly felt embarrassed, penniless and with nothing to his name, he indeed seemed to have no such qualification.

Though the woman was angry at heart, she knew that this man was innocent and, strictly speaking, she had taken advantage of him.

“Stop thinking about it and forget about today. You are just a mere country farmer, our worlds are worlds apart; don’t you dare have any improper thoughts.”

After saying that, she turned and walked away, though her steps were somewhat staggering.

Greg sighed; the feeling of being looked down upon was genuinely uncomfortable.

He shook his head vigorously, feeling confused, as if he had forgotten many things.

Greg tried to recall his past, his eyes suddenly reddened, and a towering rage surged forth!

He remembered it all, he remembered everything!

During his college days, he had a girlfriend named Cindy Harrison.

Once, while working part-time at a hotel, he discovered that the student council president Ethan Locke was taking Cindy to book a room.

Greg was immediately enraged; he rushed forward to demand an explanation, but instead, Ethan beat him up.

Unwilling to accept this, he reported the incident.

But to his disbelief, Ethan remained unscathed, and that very night, he came to beat Greg up again.

And Cindy Harrison, the girlfriend he loved deeply, was yelling on the side, “Hit him hard, so he doesn’t harass me again.”

Greg trembled as he recalled this, remembering how many blows he took that night, how much blood he shed until he was knocked senseless.

Later, the school sent him back to Peach Blossom Village, where he lived with his uncle.

Greg clenched his teeth with uncontainable anger, his fists cracking, Cindy Harrison you heartless wench, you are truly cold-blooded and merciless!

And that damned Ethan Locke, I will crush you to dust, consigning you to eternal damnation!

I will return all the suffering and misery I’ve endured back to you a thousandfold, a millionfold!!

It took a while for Greg to calm down, sensing that there were still many things in his head.

Upon sorting his thoughts, he discovered that within the bead he had acquired, there was a cultivation technique – “The Yin-Yang Harmony Sutra”!

Once cultivated to success, one could summon the wind and rain, travel through the sky and the earth, move mountains and fill seas, omnipotent in every regard.

Greg was overjoyed, Ethan had wealth and influence, with connections that reached the heavens.

For a penniless and powerless country farmer like him, seeking revenge would be exceedingly difficult.

But now it was different. Once he had successfully cultivated the technique, what would Ethan Locke count for?

By then, seeking revenge would be as easy as flipping a hand!

At this thought, Greg couldn’t help but burst into triumphant laughter, Ethan Locke, Cindy Harrison, you two scum, just wait, my revenge is coming soon!