Han Family Village.
The dazed world spun before finally solidifying into a mottled roof beam.
A sharp pain suddenly pierced his mind, and countless unfamiliar fragments of memory surged like a breached flood, overwhelming everything he had known.
Ten years old, temporarily fostered by his uncle's family.
His name was Han Feng.
No, that was impossible. He had clearly been a wage slave in the twenty-first century, squeezed dry by his boss every day. How could he...
"Han Family Village?"
Han Feng clutched his head. His hoarse whisper slipped from his lips, the name both familiar and strange.
"Have I... transmigrated?"
"Xiao Feng, you're finally awake!"
A rough yet concerned voice sounded beside him. A large, callused hand carrying the scent of mud and sweat rested against his forehead.
The warmth was incredibly real.
Old Man Han's anxious heart finally settled, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
This was his second brother's only son. If anything happened to him here, how could he answer to his brother?
With a creak, the door opened.
A girl who looked twelve or thirteen entered carrying a bowl of rice porridge. Her features were delicate, and her hair was tied into neat braids.
"Little Brother Xiao Feng is awake!"
The girl placed the bowl on the battered wooden table beside the bed. Her crisp voice carried a hint of delight. She turned around and was about to say something to Old Man Han when she suddenly remembered another matter.
"Dad, there's a guest outside. He said he came from that Seven Profound Sect where Brother Er Leng went."
The words "Er Leng" made Han Feng's muddled mind buzz.
Wasn't that Heavenly Venerate Han's childhood name when he was still a mortal?
Before the girl finished speaking, a powerful shout came from outside the courtyard, ringing clearly into the room.
"May I ask if this is Junior Brother Han Li's home? I'm Li Feiyu of the Seven Profound Sect. At Junior Brother Han's request, I've come to deliver something to the Han Family."
The Seven Profound Sect?
Li Feiyu?
Han Feng's breathing suddenly stopped, as if a flash of lightning had streaked through his mind.
The chaotic fragments of memory instantly connected with the story 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 I've transmigrated into the Immortal Cultivation World of A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality?
And I even became a relative of the protagonist right from the start?
A moment later, in the Han Family's simple living room.
Old Man Han nervously rubbed his hands as he sat on a small wooden stool, uneasily watching the young man before him, who wore fitted martial clothing and carried a saber.
The other man's capable bearing made this farmer, who had spent his entire life bent over the fields, afraid to even breathe too loudly.
"Sir, how is my Er Leng... no, Han Li, doing in the Seven Profound Sect?"
Li Feiyu revealed a hearty smile, easing the tense atmosphere in the room considerably.
"Uncle Han, rest assured. Junior Brother Han is doing well in the sect. He even rendered meritorious service a few days ago and received some rewards. He couldn't bear to use them himself, so he specifically asked me to send them home."
As he spoke, Li Feiyu took a heavy money pouch from his robes and handed it to Old Man Han.
"Junior Brother Han also said that the family shouldn't worry about him. He'll take good care of himself."
Old Man Han took the money pouch, and his arm suddenly sank. He nearly dropped it.
He opened it with trembling hands. Inside was a dazzling mass of silver that almost blinded him.
His eyes instantly reddened. His lips trembled, filled with both relief and heartache.
"That child... he's truly filial..."
It was precisely because of the silver Han Li sent back from the Seven Profound Sect from time to time that the Han Family's life had steadily improved. They had not only built a new house but had also become one of the wealthier households in the village.
Outside the living room, Han Feng hid behind the door. His small body was concealed in the shadows, with only half his head poking out as he listened clearly to the conversation inside.
The memories belonging to this body also grew clearer in his mind.
Old Man Han was his uncle.
The girl who had brought the porridge was his cousin, Han Yu.
Then the future Supreme of the mortal world, the God of Slaughter of the Spirit Realm, and the colossus of the Immortal Realm... was his cousin!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Han Feng's heart began pounding uncontrollably, nearly leaping out of his throat.
I've transmigrated as Old Demon Han's cousin!
What was this? A perfect start?
But after his brief excitement, a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.
This was the world of mortals! Killing and looting were everyday occurrences, and mortal lives were as cheap as grass.
Cling to Han Li's coattails?
Don't joke around!
Old Demon Han was still only a low-level cultivator struggling at the bottom. He could barely protect himself.
Besides, after Old Demon Han began cultivating, he would sever contact with his mortal relatives!
There was no way I could receive his protection!
No! Absolutely not!
I couldn't entrust my life to someone else. Not even the protagonist!
My fate was mine to command, not Heaven's, and certainly not Old Demon Han's!
I had to find a way to embark on the path of cultivation!
Even becoming a mortal martial artist would be a hundred times better than being a cannon fodder who couldn't even truss a chicken!
And right now, a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity was sitting in the living room!
At that moment, Li Feiyu had already risen to his feet and cupped his fist toward Old Man Han.
"Uncle Han, I've delivered what Junior Brother Han entrusted to me. I still have important matters to attend to in the sect, so I won't stay any longer."
"Ah, Hero Li, how can you leave like this? At least stay for a meal!"
Old Man Han hurriedly rose to stop him.
This was Er Leng's friend from the sect. They absolutely had to entertain him properly.
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