Joining the Seven Profound Sect! Level Up and Cultivate!

Han Family Village.

The dim world swirled, eventually solidifying into a mottled roof beam.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through his brain, and countless fragments of unfamiliar memories rushed in like a burst levee, shattering his original perception of reality.

Ten years old, temporarily living with his uncle.

His name was Han Feng.

No, that wasn't right. He was a corporate slave from the twenty-first century, exploited by his boss every single day. How could he possibly...

"Han Family Village?"

Han Feng clutched his head, a hoarse whisper escaping his lips. The name felt both familiar and strange.

"Did I... transmigrate?"

"Xiao Feng, you're finally awake!"

A rough but concerned voice rang in his ears, and a large hand, calloused and smelling of soil and sweat, rested on his forehead.

That warmth was incredibly real.

Old Man Han's heart, which had been hanging in his chest, finally settled, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

This was his younger brother's only bloodline; if something had gone wrong on his watch, he wouldn't know how to face his brother.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

A girl of about twelve or thirteen walked in carrying a bowl of rice porridge. She had delicate features and her hair was tied in a neat braid.

"Little brother Xiao Feng is awake!"

The girl placed the bowl on the worn-out wooden table by the bed, her crisp voice filled with joy. She turned to say something to Old Man Han, but suddenly remembered something else.

"Father, there's a guest outside. He says he's from that Seven Profound Sect where Er Leng went."

The name "Er Leng" made Han Feng's chaotic mind buzz.

Wasn't that the childhood nickname of Heavenly Venerate Han back when he was a mortal!

Before the words had even faded, a resonant voice from outside the courtyard carried clearly into the room.

"May I ask if this is the home of Junior Brother Han Li? I am Li Feiyu of the Seven Profound Sect. I have been entrusted by Junior Brother Han to deliver some things to the Han family."

Seven Profound Sect?

Li Feiyu?

Han Feng's breath hitched, and a flash of lightning seemed to streak across his mind.

He instantly connected those chaotic memory fragments with the plot he knew so well!

A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality!

Han Li, the future Old Demon Han!

Li Feiyu, that loyal mortal friend!

So, he had transmigrated into the world of A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality?

And he had started off as a relative of the protagonist?

A moment later, in the Han family's simple living room.

Old Man Han rubbed his hands nervously, sitting on a small wooden stool and looking uneasily at the young man in sturdy attire with a saber at his waist.

The capable, sharp aura radiating from the man made the old farmer, who had spent his whole life facing the soil, afraid to even breathe loudly.

"My lord, how is our Er Leng... oh no, Han Li, doing in the Seven Profound Sect?"

Li Feiyu revealed a hearty smile, easing the tense atmosphere in the room.

"Don't worry, Old Man Han. Junior Brother Han is doing very well in the sect. He performed a meritorious service a few days ago and received some rewards. He couldn't bear to use them himself, so he specifically entrusted me to bring them back home."

As he spoke, Li Feiyu took a heavy money pouch from his chest and handed it to Old Man Han.

"Junior Brother Han also said that the family shouldn't worry about him; he will take good care of himself."

Old Man Han took the pouch, his arm sinking suddenly, and he nearly lost his grip.

He opened it with trembling hands, and the sight of the gleaming white silver almost dazzled his eyes.

His eyes turned red instantly, his lips quivering with a mix of relief and heartache.

"This child... he is truly filial..."

It was precisely because of the silver that Han Li sent back from the Seven Profound Sect from time to time that the Han family's life had improved so much. They hadn't just built a new house; they had become one of the wealthier families in the village.

Outside the living room, Han Feng hid behind the door, his small body tucked into the shadows, poking only half his head out to listen clearly to the conversation inside.

The memories belonging to this body in his mind became increasingly clear.

Old Man Han was his uncle.

The girl who brought the porridge was his cousin, Han Yu.

So, that future supreme being of the human realm, the god of slaughter in the Spirit Realm, and the titan of the Immortal World from the original story... was his own cousin!

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Han Feng's heart hammered wildly against his ribs, threatening to leap right out of his throat.

He had transmigrated into the cousin of Old Demon Han!

What kind of start was this? A perfect opening hand?

Yet, after the brief excitement, a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.

This was the world of Mortal's Journey! Murder and treasure-snatching were daily occurrences, and the lives of mortals were as cheap as blades of grass.

Cling to Han Li's coattails?

Don't make him laugh!

Right now, Old Demon Han was still just a low-level cultivator struggling at the bottom of the ladder, barely able to protect himself.

Besides, once Old Demon Han began his cultivation journey, he would sever all ties with his mortal kin!

He wouldn't receive any protection at all!

No! Absolutely not!

He could not entrust his life to someone else, not even the protagonist!

His life was his own to command, not heaven's, and certainly not Old Demon Han's!

He had to find a way to embark on the path of cultivation!

Even if he only became a mortal martial artist, that would still be a hundred times better than being cannon fodder with no strength to truss a chicken!

And right now, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was sitting in the living room!

At this moment, Li Feiyu had already stood up and cupped his fists toward Old Man Han.

"Uncle Han, I have delivered the message entrusted to me by Junior Brother Han. I have urgent matters back at the sect, so I cannot stay any longer."

"Oh, Hero Li, how can you do that? At least stay for a meal before you go!"

Old Man Han hurriedly stood up to urge him to stay.

This was a friend of Er Leng's from the sect; he had to be treated with the utmost hospitality.