Ye Fang clenched his fists, feeling his newfound strength, and looked at Little System floating in the air. "System, you said my physique is 'God-Demon'... does that mean I'll have such destructive power?" Little System did a somersault in the air and replied calmly, "Yes, Host, absolutely! Your physique's 'Demon' part gives you limitless strength. The more you fight and the more blood is spilled, the stronger and steelier your body will become. But don't worry, you won't go 'out of control' like ordinary demonic cultivators. Your mental balance will remain intact."
The System continued, "Your physique's 'God' part gives you amazing healing power. Any injury, big or small, will heal automatically, like what happened in the ravine. Your body tempering strength is beyond ordinary cultivators' imagination."
Ye Fang breathed a sigh of relief, but a deep question arose in his mind. His face turned slightly serious. "System... tell me one thing. If my soul is in this 'Ye Fang' body, what happened to my original body in my world? Am I dead there?"
Little System's screen glowed softly, "Host, your original body is in a 'Deep Sleep' in your world. It's not dead, time and consciousness are just paused. Your body is safe, so you can relax."
Hearing this, Ye Fang's burden lifted. "Okay... that's good. At least it's not the end there."
As he stood at the edge of the ravine, he looked down at Zhao Han's lifeless body. The memories of betrayal and bitterness echoed in his mind, but his inner 'humanity' stirred. "Even if he betrayed me, enmity ends with death," Ye Fang muttered. "He deserves a farewell as a human."
He picked a wildflower and threw it into the ravine. "May your soul rest in peace, Zhao Han. Nature has settled your account. I bear no grudge now."
This small tribute gave Ye Fang a strange peace. He kept his old world's values alive in this new, cruel world. His mind was clear, and his resolve was strong.
Now standing at the edge of the ravine, Ye Fang clenched his fists. Little System said, "Host, Green Mist Village is just 3 km away. Your body is as strong as a 5th-level cultivator. Why not test it?"
A mischievous smile appeared on Ye Fang's face. He took a deep breath and filled his legs with power. As he took the first step, the ground behind him cracked, and he shot forward like a rocket. "Whoa!" he exclaimed.
He wasn't running; he was cutting through the air. Trees and bushes blurred past him. The wind screamed past his ears. He couldn't believe his speed – his body reacted faster than he thought.
He jumped over a boulder, leaping 15 feet in the air. He was having fun, jumping from tree to tree, running so fast that dust swirled behind him. He covered 3 km in minutes, feeling no fatigue, only more energy.
As he approached the village, he slowed down, not wanting to draw attention. He walked towards his old hut, looking like the same Ye Fang to the villagers. No one knew a lion now resided in this body, ready to change the world's rules.
Inside the hut, he closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at his hands, still trembling from the rush. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "This is super fun! I didn't sweat a drop!"
He felt proud of his speed. This was superhero stuff. He clenched his fist. "If running is this powerful, what will happen when I start real cultivation?"
He looked at Little System, his face serious. "Little System, how do I absorb this Dark Purple Spirit Grass? What do I do to start real cultivation?"
Little System, with a bow, "Host, the Spirit Grass's energy is pure and powerful. Meditate with it in your palms. Your God-Demon physique will draw the energy. Direct it to your Dantian, and your cultivation starts."
Ye Fang nodded, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes, the grass in his palms. He felt warmth, like it was alive. "I'm ready," he said with determination.