Chapter 2 It Turns Out I Am the Clown_1

Having just transmigrated to this world and learning of the existence of cultivators,

Lin Yuan was actually quite excited.

Since he had come to another world, as a transmigrator, he naturally wanted to stir up the winds and clouds and make a mark on this world.

But when he found out that once he started practicing the cultivation techniques of cultivators, his body was highly likely to be taken over by those of the same origin, completely dissipating his consciousness,

"This immortality... not even a dog would cultivate!"

Now Lin Yuan was just eagerly waiting for the quarantine area to release people.

It was said that those residual consciousnesses whispered in the spiritual energy every day, talking about the wondrous aspects of the Immortal Cultivation Key Points.

Of course, ordinary people couldn't hear their whispers.

But now with so many people quarantined together, if there was someone among them who was born with a Spiritually Sensitive Body...

People with this physique were naturally close to spiritual energy, and they could hear those marvelous cultivation techniques.

The cultivation techniques were actually flawless and infinitely wonderful.

But precisely because of their wondrousness... none who heard the techniques could resist practicing them.

Just like Zhen Zhibing seeing Little Dragon Maid immobilized.

Could he not know the endless troubles that would follow once he took action?

In this sense, the quarantine seemed safe.

But the quarantine area itself, is it not also a high-risk area?

Every day, Lin Yuan would specifically save the toilet paper he used in the bathroom and make it into two rudimentary paper balls to plug his ears, uncertain of their effectiveness but it was the best effort he could make.

Fortunately, this quarantine didn't seem likely to last...

After all, with thousands of people eating and relieving themselves, even the authorities couldn't withstand it.

The next day, after the routine check.

The announcement on the loudspeaker directly declared that everyone was to return to their own cabin room, pack up their personal belongings, and then wait for the staff to lead them out.

Everyone must wait quietly and not leave the quarantine room on their own, disrupting the order, and so on and so forth.

When Lin Yuan heard this news, he excitedly peered through the small window in the door and indeed saw that the staff had already started dismantling the everyday living utensils in an orderly fashion.

Has the quarantine ended?

In fact...

The quarantine had indeed ended.

Although he couldn't see outside from his room, he could hear the disorderly footsteps and the excited and rushed footsteps when the locked doors next door were opened with a swipe card.

Two hours later.

It was Lin Yuan's turn.

The procedure was very formal.

First, he went through the quarantine compensation process.

There was compensation for the quarantine, uniformly calculated based on the average wage of the Xuan Dynasty, one hundred fifty-two yuan per day!

One and a half months amounted to a sum of six to seven thousand yuan.

It was quite a large fortune.

Especially for Lin Yuan, who knew he had no one to rely on and was an orphan, this money was even more important.

And it wasn't until the money was in hand that he was informed...

He had successfully passed the final test.

Apparently, the entire process area was filled with sensors, able to clearly sense the heartbeat and blood flow of the people inside.

The natural reactions of people who were about to gain freedom after being quarantined, as well as those with guilty consciences who successfully deceived their way to freedom, were naturally different.

Without a doubt, Lin Yuan had passed the test.

This made Lin Yuan shudder slightly... there was such a trick?

Quite cunning.

But taking advantage of their seriousness, Lin Yuan also made his request earnestly.

"Could you please give me a few more of the test papers for checking contamination?"

Lin Yuan smiled very humbly, his exceptionally fair face and the naive and foolish look in his eyes making him appear very trustworthy.

"This way, when I go back, I can also test myself from time to time to see when it will drop..."

"It's no use, the contamination value will only rise, not drop!"

The staff member was very nice but adamant, "You have contamination because you have had contact with the residual consciousnesses of cultivators, whether directly or indirectly. But you don't need to worry too much; your contamination value has been very stable. As long as you're careful and ensure your contamination value doesn't exceed nine stages, it basically won't affect your normal life!"

"Could you give me a copy of my personal data then?"

Not surprised by the refusal, Lin Yuan instead smoothly asked for what he really wanted.

He said, "I can pay for it! No other meaning, my parents are no longer here, they left in a hurry and didn't tell me a lot of personal information. Rarely do you guys check so thoroughly during this quarantine, keeping a copy would also be convenient for me when filling out information in the future, otherwise, I don't even know which district I belong to."

"Okay, if you want it, I'll give you a copy. Afterwards, I'll just print another copy of your related data for myself, it's not a big deal. As for the test papers... I'll also give you two, they're not of much use, you can keep them as a collectible to remember this period of quarantine."

Maybe because the quarantine was over, even the staff who suffered with them was particularly easy to talk to.

It allowed Lin Yuan to get what he wanted.

Lin Yuan followed two fully armed, special forces-like guards out of the multiple checkpoints of the quarantine area.

Outside was a huge playground, neatly arranged with vehicles of all grades or airships, presumably belonging to relatives of the quarantined personnel, coming to pick them up.

But none of these had anything to do with Lin Yuan...

Lin Yuan, carrying a huge backpack, pulled out his personal information, which clearly marked his address at the very top.

Lin Yuan, 289 Wenchang Street on Victory Road, Qinghua City!

"Having an address makes things easier."

Carrying his pack, Lin Yuan walked outside.

......

Two hours later.

Following the address, Lin Yuan entered the courtyard of a row of old apartment buildings.

The courtyard was not small, but it was narrow, dirty, and old.

Charging cables stretched across the courtyard from the building above, entangled and tangled up like a dense spider web. There used to be people managing them, but it is said that last time someone in the apartments attempted suicide by jumping, and during the fall, they got wrapped in these cables, which miraculously saved their life.

Since then, the residents' cables flew even more boldly.

With everyone's quarantine ending,

the old neighborhood gradually became noisy again.

Lin Yuan ignored these ex-inmates and climbed the stairs to the top floor, the fifth floor.

The staircase to the left leading to the rooftop, along with the door opposite, was blocked off by an iron railing, creating a one square meter entrance hall.

The already narrow old building was divided in half into a private space opposite the door; the remaining space was barely enough for Lin Yuan to push his door halfway open.

Inside.

Because it was an old-style building, the living room had no windows, and the balcony faced out from the secondary bedroom.

The living room was gloomy, and even during the day, it required turning on a light.

But the advantage of this kind of old-style building was that there was hardly any shared area; the floor space was usually relatively large, with three bedrooms and one living room much larger than the average 140-square-meter apartment.

It's just a pity that old buildings aren't worth much and can't fetch a good price.

Lin Yuan pursed his lips in slight dissatisfaction. Before transmigration, he lived in such an old building, and after transmigration, he was still living in one...

Did I transmigrate for nothing?

But compared to being caught as a mutated Foreign Demon, this was already the best outcome.

After dumping his luggage, he rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning.

The room was fairly tidy from before.

It's just that it hadn't been lived in for over a month, which led to some dust accumulation; a quick wipe down was all that was needed.

An hour later.

After tidying up everything, Lin Yuan didn't idle away his time. He went to the secondary bedroom, opened the computer, and started looking up background information about this world.

Transmigrating was not his intention.

But life is like being raped; if you can't fight back, you might as well enjoy it.

It's best to understand the background of this world as soon as possible...

Think of it as adding a bit of lubricant to the process.

Lin Yuan didn't believe it; since there was a cultivation system, and cultivators were now being chased down the streets like rats...

Then, this world must certainly have other powerful cultivation systems.

He, Lin Yuan, having come to this world,

how could he remain as insignificant as he was in his previous life?

There was also various information about his predecessor's social relationships, and so on...

If he could find a diary, that would be even better.

Lin Yuan began to search through drawers and cabinets.

Half an hour later...

He didn't find a diary, proving that the original owner was a proper person who simply did not have the habit of keeping one.

But he found something even more horrifying.

A thin booklet, filled with information about meditation, cultivation, returning to the origin, and much more.

And at the beginning, four large characters stood out boldly.

Nayuan True Jue!

A legitimate Immortal Cultivation Key Points.

Carefully glued under the bed board, it wouldn't have been found without a stroke of luck, not even by Lin Yuan himself.

Lin Yuan held the book, his face showing a stunned expression...

Well, look at that, so I'm the reason for the quarantine after all?