A Guest of Ten Thousand Miles at the Gate, Asking Your Origin

I wasn't a smart person since childhood; my only strength was my willingness to work hard.

During my student days, I studied desperately and barely managed to get into a niche 211 university. After graduation, because my major wasn't good, I drifted through more than ten cities, hoping for a stable job, but I never found one!

In my thirties, I got married through a blind date. However, due to my own lack of success, my standards for a partner were low. The wife I found wasn't understanding or professionally successful, and she was very dissatisfied with me, often complaining that she had married a useless husband.

After our daughter was born, the family's finances became even more strained. Only when I saw my daughter's smiling face did I feel a slight moment of joy.

I didn't want this either, so I could only work harder.

Life was exhausting, leading to mental exhaustion. An occasional mistake, and I swapped worlds!

Commonly known as - transmigration!

The year I transmigrated, I was six years old. This body's surname was Chen, and my given name was Ganliu. Due to my mischievousness, I fell from a building, scattering my soul, which I then occupied.

This was an ancient world. Although I missed my family on Earth, especially my daughter, I could only sigh in vain. After all, the two worlds were separated, beyond the power of mortals to traverse. My myriad thoughts were like geese flying away, impossible to send.

I judged that with the accumulation of two lifetimes, and the influence of advanced Earth civilization, I would surely thrive in this new life. Less than a month after transmigrating, I gained fame in my village by copying poems by Li Bai and Du Fu. A great scholar from a neighboring village recognized my talent and took me under his wing, bringing me home to personally guide my studies. For a time, I was hailed as a child prodigy.

When I was eleven, I went to the county town to take the Tong Sheng exam. It was then that I heard that the Great Gan Dynasty used the nation's resources to support the Immortal Encounter Sect. This was a world of immortal cultivation, where immortal sects held a status far above secular dynasties.

At that moment, I was shocked beyond measure. However, there was no path to seeking immortality, so I could only continue to study diligently, progressing through the imperial examinations and entering the imperial court. In the court, I met Immortal Master Five Willows. After countless pleas, I was finally accepted as a registered disciple and taught the Twelve Talisman Arts of the Mystic Gate. After cultivating talismans for six or seven years, I was fortunate enough to renounce worldly riches and wealth. At the age of twenty-eight, I entered the Immortal Encounter Sect as a handyman.

I thought that as long as I put in the effort, I could ascend step by step, and one day, I could break free from the mortal world and leave the mundane dust. Alas, innate talent could not be overcome by sheer effort.

When I was forty-eight, my twenty years of service in the Immortal Encounter Sect were complete. I had only cultivated to the second layer of Qi Refining: Boiling Liquid to Gas. There was no hope of becoming a formal disciple. According to sect rules, I had to descend the mountain and re-enter the mortal world, with no further opportunity to pursue the path of immortality.

At that time, I was overcome with grief and had thoughts of self-destruction and despair. I felt that the heavens and earth were vast and indifferent, and the gods and immortals were stingy, unwilling to lend me even a wisp of clear wind to ride to the peak of the azure clouds.

As I was about to descend the mountain, a fellow disciple I knew came to ask, "There is an opportunity, are you willing to accept it?"

There was a sixty-eight-year-old senior sister in the sect who failed to break through to the Spirit Embryo Realm and had severed her immortal path. She wanted to establish a family outside the sect. She saw that I had not been infatuated with women in the mortal world, had not married, and had never frequented pleasure districts. She considered me honest and reliable and sent someone to inquire if I was willing to cultivate together. I thought for half a day. There was truly no other way. This was my only chance to continue seeking immortality, so I agreed to the senior sister's proposal, paid respects to the patriarch, and we were married. We left the sect and chose Blazing Light Cave, Twin Cloud Mountain, as our place of seclusion.

After we got married, I learned that the senior sister had forcefully attempted to break through, damaging her foundation.

To heal my old wife, my wife and I exhausted our resources, yet it was still difficult to salvage her cultivation. My old wife's realm dropped by one level each year, plummeting from the peak of the Golden Core Realm all the way down to the Qi Refining Realm before it stopped.

In just a few years, our savings were depleted, and we could only rely on selling talismans to make a living, often struggling to make ends meet.

Although my old wife privately taught me secret sect techniques, condensing the spirit into talismans consumed a lot of vital blood. I was also old, and my cultivation made no further progress, always hovering at the second layer of Qi Refining.

My old wife's body was injured and she could not bear children. After decades of marriage, we had no offspring. Whenever I thought of this, I felt that this life was even colder and more desolate than my previous one.

Yuan Weizhi once wrote a famous line:

The casual words of the past about what comes after death, Today have all come before my eyes. My clothes have been given away, examined by all, The needlework remains, I cannot bear to open it. Still thinking of old affections, pitying the maids and servants, I once sent money in a dream. Truly, this sorrow is shared by all, A poor couple, a hundred woes.

In my second life as a human, I reached the age of eighty-six and passed away!

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