Lin Fan Falling From the Sky

Lin Fan woke up with a sharp pain.

The back of his head felt as though someone had given him a vicious smack with a brick.

His nose caught a breath of fresh air, accompanied by a faint, pleasant fragrance.

The hands he used to push himself up brushed against smooth, soft bedding.

None of this was the main point; the main point was that clearly his eyes were open, yet before him lay only a murky darkness.

Lin Fan panicked and said, "What is wrong with my eyes? Why can't I see anything!?"

Just as Lin Fan panicked, a steady and amiable middle-aged man's voice came over: "Awake? Don't move around!"

Hearing a human voice, Lin Fan's heart settled quite a bit: "Someone... mister, where am I? What happened to my eyes?"

The middle-aged man explained unhurriedly: "This is my home. When I came back from outside, you happened to fall right in front of me, so I brought you home temporarily. Perhaps it's the effect of you hitting your head."

"Little brother, how did you fall from the sky?"

"Fall?" Lin Fan's head buzzed, and fragmented information slowly pieced itself together.

Lin Fan remembered that he had been laid off by his company and lost his job.

While out traveling to clear his mind, he went mountain climbing. A sudden rainstorm struck as he prepared to descend, and he slipped, missed his footing, and fell off a cliff.

Lin Fan thought to himself, Could it be that my vision loss is due to a blood clot from hitting my head affecting my sight?

Thinking of this, Lin Fan voiced his gratitude: "Thank you, mister, for saving me. Are you villagers from down the mountain?"

"Vill... lagers? Yes." The middle-aged man's voice carried a hint of hesitation, but Lin Fan had no mind to discern it at the moment.

Lin Fan said politely, "Mister, since you brought me to your home, have you seen my phone? I need to call an emergency line to go to the hospital for my injuries."

"Or mister, you could help me make an emergency call too. I just happen to not know which village this is."

The middle-aged man murmured in confusion, "Pho-ne, one-two-zero?"

Lin Fan hurriedly said, "It's a landline, to call the hospital!"

"Don't you have a landline here?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "No."

Lin Fan fell silent.

It was already the year 2025, yet there were still such isolated villages without mobile phones.

"That's right, to ease my mood and absorb the fresh air of the mountains, I ran deep into the mountains."

Regaining his composure, Lin Fan continued: "Thank you, mister. Then did you see my backpack? My phone is in the backpack, I can get it myself."

The middle-aged man said, "Alright, I'll look for your backpack around my house. Little brother, you lie down and rest well first."

Lin Fan replied, "Okay mister, sorry for the trouble."

Lin Fan lay back down, feeling somewhat worried as he thought, I hope this village isn't too deep in the mountains.

The middle-aged man walked out of the luxurious bedroom into the outer courtyard, and immediately three people surrounded him.

There was a youthful, vibrant, and adorably lively young girl with a neat ponytail and a short blade hung at her waist.

Beside the girl stood a man in a golden uniform who radiated an air of enchantment with every gesture and movement.

As well as a completely black-clad, taciturn, and expressionless man standing silently in the shadows.

The four individuals were none other than Spirit Hall Pope Qian Xunji, Saintess Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

"Your Holiness the Pope, was that young man an assassin?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked.

"Elder Chrysanthemum, which assassin falls from the sky and injures themselves severely in the process?" Bibi Dong chuckled. "Teacher, could he be a flying Soul Master whose Soul Power happened to run out while traveling, causing him to drop down?"

Qian Xunji stated, "He is not a flying Soul Master, nor is he even a Soul Master. This seat has probed him with Soul Power; he is an ordinary person, an ordinary person who hasn't even awakened a Martial Soul."

Bibi Dong said in astonishment, "Impossible, right? I'd say he's around twenty, yet he hasn't awakened a Martial Soul. Could there still be people overlooked by our Spirit Hall in this world?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo agreed, "Your Holiness the Pope, the Saintess is right. Whenever awakening day arrives each year, our Spirit Hall dispatches people to villages to awaken Martial Souls for people. It's impossible to miss anyone."

"In my conversation with this person, his words were rather strange," Qian Xunji summarized. "What 'pho-ne', what 'one-two-zero', and he also said his 'pho-ne' was in a backpack."

"Dong'er, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, did any of you see a backpack?"

"Pho-ne! What kind of soul beast is that?" Bibi Dong asked curiously. "How could a soul beast fit inside a backpack?"

At that moment, the taciturn Ghost Douluo produced a black travel backpack out of thin air in his hand.

"Your Holiness, is this it?"

The four of them unzipped Lin Fan's backpack and found a phone, a power bank, a wallet, and some clothing inside.

Bibi Dong asked with intense curiosity, "What are all these things?"

She touched the screen with the phone, and it actually lit up. "Oh, it even glows... A Soul Tool?"

Qian Xunji said, "There is no Soul Power fluctuation, so it shouldn't be."

Chrysanthemum Douluo took the wallet and pulled out the ID card inside. "Your Holiness, look at this small card... It has his portrait, as well as his name, address, and a string of numbers."

Qian Xunji took Lin Fan's ID card and said, "This should be his proof of identity. Mid... Have any of you heard of this empire name?"

"No!" All three of them shook their heads.

Bibi Dong followed up, "Teacher, the background of this person is probably not simple. His attire and these items are all different from things on Douluo Continent."

Ghost Douluo said, "The Saintess speaks wisely. This person fell from the sky and carries unheard-of items. I'm afraid this is even more worthy of deep investigation than the matter of the 'cliff fall' itself."

Qian Xunji smiled slowly. "Interesting."

He turned around. "Into the room."

Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong, and Chrysanthemum Douluo walked into the bedroom, while Ghost Douluo stood guard at the door.

Hearing the footsteps, Lin Fan immediately sat up. "Mister, is that you? Did you find my backpack?"

Qian Xunji said, "It's me."

He placed the backpack beside Lin Fan.

Lin Fan felt around the backpack, took out his phone, and quickly unlocked it. The three of them watched Lin Fan's operations with curiosity.

Bibi Dong in particular looked as though she was about to press right up against Lin Fan.

Lin Fan didn't think much of it; right now he just wanted to quickly dial the emergency services.

Lin Fan spoke toward the phone, "Xiao Ai, Xiao Ai..."

"I am here..."

"Help me call 120."

"Calling 120..."

The phone rang with a beep-beep sound, and the three of them looked at each other in astonishment.

"Hello, the number you have dialed is not in the service area!"

"What!" Lin Fan said in shock, "Not in the service area?!"

"What do you mean an emergency number is not in the service area!"

"Damn it, could it be that among these deep mountains, there isn't even a signal tower?"

"I'm done for!"

"If I'd known, I would have switched to a patriotic phone. This old model doesn't even have satellite calling functions."

Lin Fan was burning with anxiety, yet there was nothing he could do.

There were actually places remote enough to not have signal towers, something Lin Fan had not expected.

Seeing Lin Fan's panicked expression, Qian Xunji spoke up, "Little brother, don't be anxious."

Hearing the voice, Lin Fan hurriedly made a request, "Mister, can you take me to the main road? My injuries cannot be delayed. What if I miss the optimal treatment and my eyes go permanently blind?"

Qian Xunji slowly said, "It's pouring rain outside, and the paths are blocked."

Lin Fan panicked. "Then what should I do!"

Qian Xunji: "Little brother, don't worry. There is indeed an expert at treating trauma in the village."

Lin Fan hurriedly said, "Is it the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the village?"

Qian Xunji: "Uh... you could say that."

Lin Fan had seen quite a bit of news like this. Although doctors in some ancient villages lacked medical licenses, their medical skills were superb, and treating injuries would definitely be a piece of cake.

Lin Fan immediately said, "Then sorry for the trouble, mister; please call the village doctor over. Even simple bandaging with herbal medicine will do."

"Alright."

Qian Xunji led Bibi Dong and the other two out of the bedroom.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Lin Fan sighed softly. "I hope the injuries aren't too severe."