Transmigration

Lin Qing turned his head and saw two suns rushing toward him. In his panic, he only had time to roar:

"Iron block!"

Then endless darkness swallowed him. His battered body rolled onto the roadside, and a straight middle finger told of his unwillingness.

"Cough! Cough-cough!"

Violent coughing made Lin Qing's whole body convulse, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

Before he could carefully observe what his surroundings were like, a severe stabbing pain invaded his mind. He uncontrollably rolled onto the ground, twitching and roaring.

Faintly, he even heard someone's sigh from afar:

"This kid Lin Qing is truly pitiful! He lost his mother since childhood, and his father managed to pull him up to adulthood with great difficulty, only to suddenly die in the mountain a few days ago. Listen, how bitterly this child is crying!"

Someone replied:

"As I see it, this is all fate. Over the years, his father supported him by relying on prey from the mountain. Now that he has come of age, his father has returned his life to the great mountain."

"Sigh..."

The sigh gradually faded away.

More than half an hour passed before the severe headache finally subsided. Lin Qing raised his calloused hands to look at them, murmuring to himself:

"I've transmigrated?"

The original owner's mother died young, and his father relied on a superficial skill in hunting to barely drag him up to adulthood in a village on the edge of the Azure Sun Mountains.

Yet just a few days ago, the original owner's father did not return all night. When the villagers found him the next day, only half a mutilated corpse and a broken hunting knife remained.

Lin Qing stood up from the ground and patted away the dust left from rolling around. He was wearing a coarse cloth short jacket, covered all over with patches.

Perhaps influenced by the lingering thoughts of the original owner, a wave of grief also welled up deep inside Lin Qing. But since the heavens had given him a chance to live his life anew, he naturally had to cherish it well.

He could not be like the original owner, who, due to excessive grief, would not even eat; his already frail body was so tossed about by him that he hastily departed from this world.

Lin Qing raised his head to scan the room he was in.

This was a most ordinary rural adobe house, its walls rammed from a mixture of yellow mud and straw. The walls were mottled, the plaster peeling, and the corners still held fine, fragmented spiderwebs, everywhere revealing dilapidation.

The only small window on the wall was pasted with aged window paper, and the light filtering through was dim and gloomy, making the already crude room appear even more desolate.

Outside the house, he could faintly hear a few crows of chickens and barks of dogs, as well as the footsteps and voices of villagers walking by, exuding the unique atmosphere of the countryside.

After recovering, he lifted his feet toward the doorway. Although he already had memories in his mind, he still looked over the village where he was for a moment.

The village sat nestled on the edge of a mountain range, sparsely scattered with several dozen households. Each family had an adobe house paired with a thatched roof. In the middle of the village ran a bumpy dirt road, with some nameless wild weeds growing by the roadside.

This mountain range was called Azure Sun Mountain. Gazing into the distance, the peaks undulated continuously, and the forest trees were lush and verdant, presenting a scene full of vitality, yet Lin Qing knew it was extremely dangerous inside.

Following the original owner's memories, Lin Qing went to the kitchen. After skillfully washing the rice, adding water, and lighting the fire, he quietly sat before the stove, staring blankly at the flames inside while calculating his future livelihood in his heart.

The village was not far from Azure Sun County Town. Most of the households in the village farmed fields for a living, while the rest were hunters who went into the mountains to make a living.

Although the village was not large, it was one of the few human gathering places on the edge of the Azure Sun Mountains. Those who came from the county town to gather medicinal herbs or hunt fierce beasts in the mountains would mostly pass by here.

Tired from the journey, they would rest their feet in the village, spend money to buy some hot water and food, and occasionally chat idly with the villagers a few words about the sights and sounds of the county town and the mountains. Thus, news in the village was not cut off, and the villagers also had some understanding of martial artists.

There was an unwritten rule in the village: whenever a family's child turned fifteen and reached adulthood, the parents would send them to the county martial arts hall as an apprentice, hoping that one day they could step into the martial path and change the fate of the whole family.

Yet wanting to become a martial artist was not simple. Most of the youths who went out from the village to learn martial arts over the years returned empty-handed, though their physiques could become slightly sturdier than ordinary people.

There was a person in the village named Lin Hu who was a typical example. He went to the county martial arts hall to study martial arts the year before last, and after enduring for a year or so, he ultimately failed to touch the threshold of a martial artist, in the end only able to return to the village crestfallen.

Yet relying on the sturdy physique forged in the martial arts hall, his temperament became increasingly arrogant after returning to the village. Relying on his prestige, his family often bullied some orphaned mothers and young children, or aged elders in the village.

In the short span of a year, Lin Hu's family annexed more than a dozen acres of fertile land, transforming overnight from ordinary farmers into small village gentry. They ran amok in the village, and the others harbored anger yet dared not speak.

This made the villagers pay even more attention to the matter of practicing martial arts, thinking that even if they could not become a martial artist in the end, if they could train a sturdy physique, they could still have a much better time in this remote village, and at least would not be casually bullied by others again.

The original owner was sickly since childhood, and coupled with his young age, he had now only just turned fifteen a few months ago, and therefore had not inherited his father's hunting skills.

Wanting to make a living by hunting in Azure Sun Mountain was not a simple matter. Jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards were only ordinary in this mountain, and the fierce beasts deep in the forest were the true terror.

The original owner's father usually only dared to hunt some rabbits and pheasants on the periphery; anything larger was at most wild boarlets, roe deer, and the like.

Staying alive in the mountain was far more important than hunting prey, so the hunters here were very cautious.

Precisely because it was too perilous, the original owner's father had not taught him things about hunting in the past, hoping, just like everyone else in the village, that Lin Qing could become a martial artist.

Now Lin Qing had reached adulthood, and during this period the original owner's father had been arranging for Lin Qing to go study martial arts in the city.

If after a few years he did not become a martial artist, he would return to teach him some hunting skills. By then his physique would always be somewhat stronger than now, and his chances of surviving in the mountain would also be greater.

Pondering, Lin Qing thought of the tuition fees his father had prepared for him.

He got up, went to the adobe room, and sprawled on his backside under the bed to search, unearthing a small box from beneath a cyan stone.

Inside were some pieces of broken silver and some copper coins, as well as a few pages of paper. Lin Qing excitedly picked up those pages of paper and walked over to the window. Regret! They were only a few land deeds; he had actually thought they were silver notes!

The silver amounted to about a dozen taels, and there were over a hundred copper coins. The land deeds were for those few plots of land he usually worked on, totaling two acres. As for this house, it was built by his father himself on an empty plot of land, lacking proper formal procedures, so naturally there was no land deed.

After tallying his property, he turned around and prepared to return to the kitchen to see if the meal was ready. Having taken only two steps, Lin Qing suddenly remembered something and abruptly halted in his tracks.

Ever since he woke up, he had felt an empty sensation in his heart, as if something was missing, and now he finally remembered it.

Suppressing his nervous and restless state of mind, he silently chanted in his heart:

"System? Panel?"

The thought had just arisen when a light-blue, translucent light curtain suddenly appeared before his eyes, its light and shadow gentle, with a few lines of characters clearly emerging upon it.

Host: Lin Qing
Realm: Mortal (Breakthrough Time ∞)
Integrated Cultivation Methods (Expand)
Recorded Cultivation Methods: None

Lin Qing's eyes lit up, and his heartbeat even accelerated a bit.

Sure enough, he had a cheat!