Invincible Little School Doctor

Chapter 1911: Chapter 1911: Not an Illusion?

”It really is just an ordinary narrow path!” As Ye Haochuan entered the entrance of the Heavenly Road, he couldn’t help but sigh at the sight before him.

This path was made up of ordinary blue bricks, but there were no green grasses or red flowers nearby, only an expanse of pitch-black darkness.

This seemingly ordinary little stone path floated above the dark void, stretching forward, traversing countless miles, with no end in sight.

Ye Haochuan collected his thoughts, adjusted his state, and took his first step on this worldly path.

”Hmm? How could this be?” As his foot landed, Ye Haochuan frowned slightly.

He couldn’t figure it out, and stepped again, taking the second step, third step... ninth step, tenth step.

Ye Haochuan suddenly stopped, yet his brows remained tightly furrowed.

”This doesn’t make sense!”

Ye Haochuan sighed, looked back, and realized he had indeed taken ten steps, the earlier sensation was not an illusion.

He originally thought that this path would exert infinite pressure, increasing with each step, making it unbearable and ultimately collapsing on this very path.

However, the reality greatly exceeded his expectations. Not only was there no pressure on this path, but with each step, he felt his spiritual energy replenishing, and within just ten steps, his spiritual energy had increased more than several days of cultivation.

He couldn’t understand why, on such a path, Ye Hao and the others chose to retreat. Shouldn’t this path make one stronger with each step?

With such doubts, Ye Haochuan once again walked slowly but rhythmically forward.

Approximately after a hundred steps, he felt he had reached the barrier of the Nascent Soul Late Stage...

After walking several dozen more steps, that barrier seemed non-existent, allowing his spiritual energy to grow effortlessly, reaching the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Late Stage...

Continuing forward, at around a thousand steps, his cultivation had unhinderedly grown to the Nascent Soul Peak.

Ye Haochuan suddenly felt uneasy; it seemed too unreal.

The path of cultivation is fundamentally rebellious against nature. Under any world rules, acquiring cultivation so easily is abnormal.

He looked back and realized he could no longer see the spot where he entered. The road ahead showed no signs of ending.

All at once, a sense of solitude welled up.

Should he continue forward? What lay ahead?

Inside, Ye Haochuan was suddenly filled with countless puzzlements.

His foot paused in the void for several minutes, yet he dared not take another step.

Now, he could truly understand why Ye Hao and others couldn’t proceed on such a path.

This gain in cultivation indeed made the heart wary.

At this moment, he was like a beggar facing a billionaire who said, take a step, I’ll give you a dollar, two steps, two dollars... twenty steps, one million and forty thousand, twenty-one steps, two million and eighty thousand...

Seemingly, each step changes life. Yet, he dared not continue forward.

He felt certain this billionaire had some hidden motive. There couldn’t be someone who’d give so much to a useless beggar.

Gaining without effort is everyone’s dream. But if a stranger offers unlimited riches, would you dare accept?

”Illusion, it must be an illusion!” Ye Haochuan found a sliver of hope leading to light amidst fear.

He hurriedly opened his Perspective Eyes, attempting to see through the illusions.

Yet, all was in vain, even with the state of red face and blue eyes, the Heavenly Eye still saw that narrow stone path and the surrounding darkness without a trace of brightness.

”It’s not an illusion? How could this be?” Ye Haochuan felt somewhat lost.

He stood there dumbfounded, gazing at the surrounding darkness, feeling as though he was lost.

Isn’t the path of cultivation about continuously gaining more cultivation? But now, boundless cultivation lay before him, so why fear?

Should he be afraid?

The path of cultivation defies fate, fears not the heavens, so why fear gaining cultivation?

Shouldn’t he be afraid?

Fear neither gods nor Buddha, hold no reverence, see the myriad stars as dust.

Yet, beyond the stars, where should I reside? Where can accommodate me?

For the first time, Ye Haochuan felt immense fear towards becoming overwhelmingly powerful.

He didn’t know, if he continued along this path, what he would ultimately become. If he truly reached the end, how should he face the near-boundless spiritual energy within?

Give a beggar ten dollars, they’ll buy ten buns to ensure they don’t go hungry for several days. Offer him a hundred, he’ll buy clothes to stave off the cold.

Give him a million, he’ll buy a house and a car for comfort.

But if you give him ten billion, a hundred billion, how would he know how to spend it?

Feasting on fish and meat, delicacies?

He is merely a beggar, whose life’s most delectable memory is stewed pork with white rice; stumbling upon a leftover box by the roadside was enough to savor for a lifetime. Delicacies of pure taste, consuming hundreds wouldn’t satiate the stomach; eating them holds no significance.

Traveling the world?

He is merely a beggar; his usual thoughts are about how to fill his belly, not appreciating so-called scenery.

Investing, allowing money to breed more money?

He is merely a beggar, who knows nothing about investing? Besides, his wealth is already inexhaustible; breeding more money holds no value.

Perhaps someone would say, once wealthy, awareness naturally elevates, acquiring wealth enhances perceptions, gradually raising needs.

Sadly, that is future talk. For now, he remains a beggar; his awareness of the world remains as vast as his sight.

At this moment, Ye Haochuan is precisely such a beggar.

In his perception, possessing the Immortal Transformation Realm is to be invincible. Beyond that, he hadn’t thought, nor could imagine.

This unknown instills fear.

”Return, return to the familiar world, that is the place most comforting!” A voice resonated within Ye Haochuan’s heart.

His foot in mid-air slowly retreated, stepping backward.

But before his foot landed, a sudden shiver made him quickly withdraw his leg.

”Lucky, lucky!” Ye Haochuan secretly rejoiced, for at the last moment, he didn’t heed the voice within. Stepping backward would surely eject him, culminating in failure.

”The unknown, indeed terrifying!” Ye Haochuan suddenly chuckled, ”But stopping and forever fearing to explore the unknown world isn’t it more terrifying?”

If a beggar doesn’t learn to earn money like normal folks, he’ll always just be a beggar.

Perhaps this transformation is hard. Because he doesn’t know how normal people live, or face the world.

He might be bewildered, losing his way, repeatedly transitioning through trials and failures. But as long as he courageously undergoes this process, won’t he entirely shed the beggar’s attire?

”Ultimately, I don’t want to be a beggar forever!” Ye Haochuan sighed, stepping forward once more.