I Can Record Wonders

Chapter 1: Comes like a storm, goes like dust

South Sea.

Spirit Turtle Island.

Left-foot Lane.

The wind comes from the sea, transforming into beasts and roaring in the human world.

This night is particularly damp and cold.

The people in the alley have all fallen asleep, only a faint light shines in the deepest part of the small courtyard.

"You shameless girl! Shamelessly bringing men home!"

"No, no, he... he was washed up by the sea, if we don't save him..."

"You dare to talk back!"

Smack!

The sound of a cane hitting the body, urgent and fiery.

The girl groaned in pain, letting out a muffled sound.

"While he's still breathing, quickly drag him out and throw him away!"

...

Fu Ning vaguely felt someone dragging his body.

But his head was heavy and he couldn't open his eyes no matter what.

"What's wrong with me?"

He vaguely remembered that he was using a drone to film the scenery, but he didn't expect that in the AR vision, a huge vortex suddenly appeared.

Fu Ning didn't react in time and plunged into it, then lost consciousness.

"What was that vortex?"

His thoughts gradually recovered, and he regained all his senses as if his Primordial Spirit had returned to its original place.

Pain.

Excruciating pain.

As if his brain was being gouged out, fried, stir-fried, and then stuffed back in.

Sour, spicy, salty, all kinds of flavors mixed together, entangled, lingering, and soul-stirring.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain subsided.

Fu Ning opened his eyes.

In his dry eye sockets, his eyeballs felt like they were rolling on sandpaper, causing discomfort.

His dilated pupils began to rapidly contract, and the blurred world became clear as a result.

This was a narrow space pieced together.

It was somewhat dim and damp, with a faint smell of moldy wood, but it would soon be blown away by the wind that came in.

The wind carried moisture and a salty taste, and the entire space shook with a splash.

If nothing unexpected happened, this should be a small boat, and he was lying in the cabin.

The dizziness after transmigration, coupled with the rocking of the boat, gave him a feeling of soul and body being torn apart.

"Where is this?"

Fu Ning exerted all his strength to crawl out of the cabin.

The scorching sun in front of him gave him a moment of dizziness.

The long period of darkness made his eyes become picky.

After a brief discomfort, his field of vision was dominated by blue.

Tides rise and fall, layer upon layer.

At a glance, the sea and the sky merge into one in the boundless distance.

"Sure enough, no matter where, the sea is always magnificent."

On this side of the sea, there were many small boats.

Most of them were already damaged, and the small boat Fu Ning was on was one of them.

As the sea breeze blew, decaying wood rubbed against each other, creating a grating friction sound.

Fu Ning came to the bow of the boat, and there was a wooden barrel by his feet, half-filled with water, reflecting a pale face.

Sword-like eyebrows, a high nose bridge, but those eyes were tinged with the weakness of illness, with a scar about an inch long between them.

The scar was fresh, with scabbed flesh hanging on both sides of the wound, like a dark centipede crawling on the forehead.

Making the originally delicate face appear somewhat ferocious.

Inhale!

"Is this me?!"

A gentle breeze blew, ruffling the water's surface.

The image in the water became blurry, but another image suddenly squeezed out from the depths of memory.

It was a superimposed view from three different directions.

In each view, the shadow of a hand was reflected.

A woman's hand.

Delicate and flawless.

The shadow kept enlarging in the pupils.

Soon, it blocked all sight.

Shua~

A warm touch passes by.

Hands and eyes, separated.

Eyeballs hang on fingertips.

Scars appear on the face.

A silver bell-like laughter rings out, engraved in his mind along with the scar.

Boom~

The scene shatters, boiling like seawater, then calming down.

Looking at his reflection in the water again, Fu Ning no longer feels unfamiliar.

"So this place used to be an eye!"

He reaches out to touch the scar on his forehead, pain cutting through his heart.

A new memory has already appeared in his mind.

"Indeed, I have transmigrated."

This is a bizarre and magnificent world.

The heavens are ever-changing, so there are often sudden wonders that appear and disappear in an instant.

And when a Saint contemplates these wonders, they gain enlightenment and leave behind a legacy called 'Scenic Scholar'.

Scenic Scholars can receive rewards from the heavens by contemplating external scenes, such as divine abilities, secret formulas for alchemy, and destiny.

They encompass the world within themselves, controlling everything within their hearts.

The same scenery, seen through different eyes, will lead to different insights.

Just like a leaf, some see sorrow, some see autumn, some see ambition, and some see a desolate twilight.

Where there is the ordinary, there is also the extraordinary.

Among the Scenic Scholars, there is a special bloodline. They are born with unique facial features (eyebrows, eyes, ears, nose, mouth) that can see through all mysteries during contemplation, hence they are called 'Spirit Organ'.

In Fu Ning's memory, he is a natural-born three-eyed Spirit Organ, with a third spiritual eye on his forehead.

In this eye, all trajectories are dull, and all illusions are nothingness.

It's a bit like the Sharingan in Naruto.

Not only do their eyes resemble each other, but their destinies are also similar.

The Spirit Organ is the original sin.

Why should you be able to cheat while everyone else plays the same game?

Therefore, there are evil arts in the world that can cultivate Spirit Slaves, seize their Spirit Organ, and implant it into their own flesh, altering their destiny.

Thus, the bloodline of the Spirit Organ becomes the prey of the cultivation world. The stronger the ability, the more they become the target of the Scenic Scholars' pursuit.

As a result, Fu Ning's family was annihilated, and his clan members were captured and turned into Spirit Slaves for others to choose from.

Fu Ning was also one of them. He was raised as a slave since childhood until recently, when his third eye was taken by that jade hand, and his memory ended there.

A small wave approaches from afar, and the reflection is shattered again, mixing with the seawater.

Fu Ning withdraws his gaze.

The way of heaven is to diminish the excess and supplement the deficiency; the way of man is to diminish the deficiency and offer the excess.

No matter in which world, the law of the jungle is the truth of the human world.

The stronger one's martial arts, the less humanity they have.

Not to mention this fantasy world, where there may be even fewer limits.

*Cough cough~*

Complex thoughts consume a large amount of mental energy, and weakness begins to dominate. Fu Ning forces a bitter smile and says, "I've transmigrated to this world to carry the blame."

The Spirit Organ is connected to the bloodline and is vital to life.

If the body is a sealed bag, then having the Spirit Organ taken away is like opening a hole in the bag, causing the Origin Qi inside to dissipate rapidly.

So once the Spirit Organ is taken away, it means the end of life.

But perhaps due to the transmigration, Fu Ning miraculously survived.

However, he can feel that the Origin Qi in his body is still constantly depleting. If it is not replenished, the outcome will be the same.

But how easy is it to replenish the body?

Splash~

The small boat sways.

The wind on the sea seems to have grown stronger.

"Is it going to be high tide?"

He looks up.

A small wave approaches from afar, but before it disperses, it is pushed away by the following wave, finally arching onto the shore and seeping into the yellow sand.

Coming like a storm, going like dust.

Most things in the world are like this.

Regretting the haste of the past life, and the difficulty of this life.

Just when he doesn't know how to handle himself, a mysterious light suddenly lights up in his mind.

Dear readers, a new book is starting~

If there are any poorly written parts, please forgive me and offer criticism. I am an author who listens to advice, and I will make changes if I can. If I can't, I won't make the same mistake next time.

PS: The first twenty chapters contain a hidden thread. The plot may seem plain, but it will become clear when the foreshadowing is revealed later. Thank you for the support of all the readers~

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