I Am Grinding Experience in Another World

At the bottom of the River of Oblivion.

Human-shaped, serpent-tailed shadows piled on top of each other, flowing with the current, vast and endless to the sight.

One of the shadows, as if awakening from a nightmare, shuddered, and amidst a tremble of limbs, suddenly soared into the air.

Chen Mu felt his brain was a jumble of mush, as if his thoughts were out of control.

Instinctively wanting to shake his head to clear his mind, he found it futile, his head immovable.

In a haze, noticing the boundless flood of shadows, Chen Mu’s heart was filled with horror.

He struggled to move his arms and body, only to find the connection between body and mind intermittent.

Thinking over and over again to lift his arm, he managed only once to slightly move his smoke-like palm.

His consciousness was frantically useless. After trying for a long time, he had no choice but to calm down and try again.

Thus, his limbs would twitch and then pause, like a machine running out of battery, starting and shutting down intermittently. With that, his body rose and fell along the riverbed.

In the silent depths of the river, Chen Mu lost track of time.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when his movements became a bit more coordinated, and his body finally began to float up slowly.

Plup!

At one moment, Chen Mu broke the surface with his face.

As if snapping out of a nightmare, his sluggish, blurred thoughts suddenly cleared.

His body, completely composed of black smoke, contracted and solidified, features forming on his face and quickly becoming distinct.

The pitch-black color faded on his body and then, as if someone were painting over him, gradually turned into normal, healthy, reddish-white skin.

Before long, he had transformed from a cluster of human-shaped black smoke into a normal human body.

At this point, Chen Mu was overwhelmingly weak. Despite this, he had no choice but to struggle, swimming towards the nearby riverbank with all his might.

By the time he touched the grey cobblestones of the riverbank, he was utterly exhausted, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

"Yo! Another one’s been found! We’re in luck!"

A voice suddenly rang in his ear, as a pair of black cloth boots appeared in front of him.

He tried to lift his head to see who had spoken, but his eyelids drooped, and his consciousness plunged into darkness.

...

Three days later, at night.

The sky was shrouded with thick clouds.

Faint light penetrated from behind the clouds, casting the land in a gloomy haze.

On an open field in the wilderness, several bonfires burned, dispelling the darkness.

Chen Mu, who had climbed out from the bottom of the river, was sitting beside one of the fires.

He was dressed in coarse grey cloth shorts, and he looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with a shaved head.

Aside from an eerie silver vertical stripe on his forehead, his face and body were exactly the same as Chen Mu’s in the memories of his fifteen or sixteen-year-old self in this life.

"Young man, it’s time to accept reality," said a gaunt old man with white hair and beard gently beside him.

"The fact you’ve come to the Netherworld realm means your former self has indeed died."

"Since you’ve climbed out of the River of Oblivion, you have been reborn."

"The past life is but a fleeting cloud. Don’t dwell on it, or you might squander this new life," the old man counselled with a chuckle.

Hearing this, Chen Mu looked down at his fair and delicate hands, a peculiar expression on his face.

Death grants a return to youth?

Is death another grand adventure?

Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! Death my foot!

He could distinctly sense that in his mind there was a pitch-black space where a broken but still living body lay.

Chen Mu narrowed his eyes.

True Form of Heavenly Demon!

But I’m not dead, though these people in front of me...

Chen Mu glanced towards the people by the fire.

Seven or eight people, old and young, at a cursory glance appeared no different from the living.

But obviously...

"Elder Shi, what exactly are we now?" Chen Mu asked the gaunt old man beside him.

The man’s name was Shi Dechun, who claimed to have been a carving craftsman in life, specializing in carving various wooden statues.

He said that he was carving his last statue before death, and after finishing it, he felt exhausted in both body and spirit, took a nap, and then arrived here.

"According to what they say around here, we’ve become Yin Spirits," the skinny old man Shi Dechun said with a chuckle.

"Actually, becoming a Yin Spirit isn’t that bad; no need to eat, just drink dew to survive, at least freeing us from the worries of making a living."

Chen Mu glanced sideways, finding the old man’s perspective quite open-minded.

But the dead turning into Yin Spirits? Nonsense!

He had been in this world for over ten years and had never heard such a claim.

The evil spirits and demons he initially encountered were actually Ghosts causing trouble. Those things could absorb the Three Treasures Essence of the living, transform into human shapes to terrify and kill people, hence the legends of Ghosts claiming lives.

But... what’s the deal with these people in front of him?

Were they the so-called Yin Spirits?

If they found out he was actually disguising himself as the True Form of Heavenly Demon...

"Is it possible that I didn’t actually die and just became something else?" Chen Mu asked cautiously.

The seven or eight people sitting around the bonfire laughed; they were just like that when they first arrived.

Immediately, someone jeered with a laugh, "Yeah, yeah, you’re not dead, I’m not dead, nobody’s dead. Ha ha..."

"Laugh, laugh, laugh! Laugh my ass off!"

"Have you learnt the Dew Harvesting Spell or not? You just laugh here!"

"Let me tell you, each one of you owes me twenty Jade Dew Pearls."

"If you don’t pay up, don’t think I’ll take you to Antiquity City!"

A tall, stout man with bull horns on his head suddenly walked up to the group.

He snapped his whip in the air with a crack, his face fierce and terrifying, looking as if he was about to devour someone.

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Each of them quickly closed their eyes and began to murmur incantations.

The old man Shi sitting next to Chen Mu was already sitting upright, seriously muttering Curse Words.

Chen Mu couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Just a moment ago, the old man looked like a gentle and open-minded elder who saw life and death indifferently, but you turned into a coward as soon as the bull-horned man showed up?

Your reaction speed is a bit too fast, isn’t it?

Chen Mu looked up at the newcomer with bull horns, narrowing his eyes.

He thought back to the man with the beard in Thousand Lanterns City.

He really wanted to break off those damn bull horns!

"New guy, what are you looking at!" the bull-horned man barked at Chen Mu angrily.

The people by the bonfire stiffened instantly, fearing the repercussions, each of them shrinking like quails trying hard to keep out of sight.

Chen Mu also noticed that Shi, sitting cross-legged beside him, had managed to lift himself slightly with fingers from both hands and quietly shifted towards a position farther from himself.

Chen Mu: "..."

Damn slippery old man!

Facing the bull-horned man’s angry gaze, Chen Mu put on a solemn face, "Your pair of bull horns, they look really nice!"

"Do... do they?" the bull-horned man scratched his head, then immediately began to chuckle foolishly, "I also think they look good."

After that, he turned and walked away to another bonfire, the whip in his hand cracking again, quickly reverting to his fierce and intimidating demeanor, as if the amiable attitude just shown was an illusion.

The few by the bonfire looked at each other, puzzled.

"How did you do that?" The old man Shi sitting beside him asked in amazement.

How did he do it?

"Perhaps it’s because I speak sincerely," Chen Mu said with a serious face.

The people around the bonfire: "..."

You’re fooling ghosts!

Chen Mu smiled slyly.

That’s exactly what he was doing – fooling ghosts.

He was able to bamboozle the bull-horned man, of course, by leveraging the True Form of Heavenly Demon.

In the past few days, he had already discovered that the True Form of Heavenly Demon seemed to be able to sway the emotions of others, momentarily bewildering their spirit.

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