Chapter One: The Cultivation World Within the Box

"Qin Feng, the injuries within your body have improved, but the stagnant blood has blocked your meridians. In this life, it will be difficult for you to break through to the level of a third-rate martial artist..."

"However, you are an official constable of the Great Song Dynasty. Even if you never advance further in martial arts, you can still live out your remaining years in peace..."

In a small room, an old physician with a head of white hair finished his diagnosis of Qin Feng, slung his medicine case on his back, and prepared to leave. He reminded, "In the coming days, take good care of yourself, avoid anger, and take your medicine on time."

With these final words, the old doctor turned and left, leaving Qin Feng alone on the wooden bed.

"Alas, to think that I, a transmigrator, ended up as nothing more than a mere constable, unable even to break through to the third-tier in martial arts. It's truly hard to accept!"

Qin Feng's fists clenched tightly. Though he had long known his predicament, a sliver of hope still lingered in his heart.

Yet reality was merciless, leaving him not even the smallest chance for reprieve.

"To be honest, my fate is just miserable. I’ve been transmigrated for years and haven’t even gotten a cheat ability!"

"Before I crossed over, the original owner of this body was living in luxury, indulging in every pleasure. Now I’m stuck cleaning up the mess he left behind! Why should I inherit only the wreckage?"

"You died, and that would be that, but now I have to avenge you and clear your family’s name."

Sitting up, Qin Feng shook his head with a wry smile, thoroughly helpless.

The body he now inhabited had once been the legitimate son of a wealthy family in the prefectural city, but also a notorious wastrel and sycophant. In his folly, he fawned over a green tea beauty, only to be betrayed, his family ruined, his wealth and loved ones lost.

By the time Qin Feng transmigrated, all that was left was to seize the body, flee the city, and return to his ancestral home in Pingyang County, where he took up residence in the old family house and managed to become a constable, hoping to rebuild his life.

Two days ago, while assisting the head constable in apprehending a fugitive, he was ambushed and gravely wounded, his martial path completely blocked.

"Enough. For now, I can only take things one step at a time..."

"Since I have to rest and recover, I might as well tidy up the ancestral house. I’ve lived here for three or four years and never truly cleaned the place."

Adjusting his mindset, Qin Feng picked up a broom and began to sweep.

But when he reached a study in the inner courtyard, he accidentally twisted a vase, revealing a hidden passageway.

"How strange. Why is there a secret passage in the study?"

Puzzled, Qin Feng stepped inside.

Soon, he found himself in a massive hidden chamber beneath the ancestral home. At its center stood an enormous chest, taking up a vast amount of space.

The entire chest was jet black, its surface carved with intricate designs and patterns. It stretched more than twenty yards long, five yards wide, and half a yard high, covering roughly a thousand square meters.

"What is this thing? Why would there be such a huge chest in the study’s secret room?"

Qin Feng approached, carefully examining it.

Before his eyes unfolded a panorama of majestic, verdant mountains. A waterfall plunged down from the heights, cascading between the peaks. Wild beasts and birds thronged the mountain forests.

Amidst the range, a group of exquisitely detailed miniature figures moved about, lifelike in their appearance.

They wore strange clothing and moved cautiously along the mountain paths, murmuring to one another in tiny voices.

"What’s going on here? The landscapes and buildings inside the chest look so real. The little figures are vivid and lively, almost like real people!"

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, trying to look more closely, but the figures were no bigger than ants to him, too small to see clearly. He turned back inside to search for a magnifying glass.

Upon his return, magnifier in hand, he saw the small people inside the chest running wildly through the mountains, desperately fleeing for their lives.

Their faces showed panic, terror, and even despair.

Behind them, a vicious wild bear was in hot pursuit. Its ferocious face bared a mouthful of sharp fangs, its body etched with dark red markings, exuding an aura of terror.

Compared to the tiny people, its body was immense—three times their height—looking as though one swipe of its paw could reduce them to a bloody pulp.

"My god, their expressions, movements, the scenery—all the details are so realistic!"

"What on earth is this thing?"

Qin Feng stared, transfixed, his heart pounding.

The more he watched the group of little people, the more unnerved he became. Could it be that this chest, hidden in his study’s secret passage, contained a real miniature world?

What kind of sorcery was this!

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Qin Feng saw the savage bear surge forward like the wind and instantly block the little people’s path.

Focusing his attention, he could clearly hear the anxious conversations of the tiny figures inside the chest.

"Uncle-Master, what do we do now?"

Amidst the lush mountains, a petite girl in a green dress spoke in panic. Her features were delicate—bright eyes, arched brows, a small, exquisite nose, and rosy lips.

She was looking toward a stern-faced middle-aged man, tall and muscular, who stood before the bear, wielding a long staff.

"I’ll hold off this wild bear! The rest of you, run as far as you can!" he shouted.

"The legacy of Azure Palace must not end here!"

As he spoke, a layer of rock armor formed over his body, and he spat blazing fire onto his staff, charging at the bear with a look of grim determination.

"My word—breathing fire, armored in stone! That looks like an immortal’s spell!"

Qin Feng’s eyes widened as he watched the brawny man confront the ferocious beast.

A thunderous roar echoed, the bear’s voice so powerful that the ancient trees around it shook wildly, dead leaves and stones scattering in all directions.

The man and the beast clashed in an instant.

The burly man swung his fire-wreathed staff at the bear with all his might, the blows ringing out like metal upon metal. Yet the flames only singed its fur.

"Damn it! This wild bear’s hide is so thick, I can’t even injure it, let alone kill it!"

Clearly, the man’s strength was lacking—he couldn’t even break through the bear’s defenses.

With another roar, the bear charged like a cannonball wrapped in a gale, slamming into the man and sending him flying. He crashed through ancient trees, blood arcing from his mouth, his body tumbling like a severed kite.

"Uncle-Master!"

The escaping disciples of Azure Palace turned pale at the sight.

Ahead of them, another wild bear appeared, blocking their escape.

The two monstrous bears eyed the Azure Palace disciples with a glimmer of intelligence in their gaze, almost as if mocking them.

"Cough, cough—" The burly man spat blood, glaring at the bear with mounting despair.

Trapped between two savage beasts, with no hope of survival!

Was heaven truly bent on extinguishing the legacy of Azure Palace?

As the two bears lunged at them, the brawny man and his companions blanched in terror, their bodies trembling, faces etched with hopelessness.

The wild bears opened their bloody maws, exuding a nauseating stench, ready to devour them in the next instant.

"A bunch of tiny people suddenly appearing inside a mysterious chest—how intriguing. I can’t just let them be eaten..."

Watching the scene unfold, Qin Feng pondered briefly before raising his hand and extending a finger toward the bears.

From his perspective, the two gigantic wild bears were as tiny as ants.

He pressed his finger down lightly—there was a crisp crack—and in an instant, both bears were crushed, their bodies flattened with ease.

Looking at his finger, Qin Feng saw the once-ferocious beasts now sprawled on the ground like lumps of meat, their bones shattered, blood staining the earth, their life force gone.

"Tsk, it really worked!"

He watched as the blood from the slain bears soaked the ground and dried grass, leaving no doubt they were dead.