Chapter 1: I’ve Transmigrated Back from the World of Cultivation!

Chapter 1: I’ve Transmigrated Back from the Cultivation World!

On Yin-Yue Peak in the back mountains.

Thunderclouds gathered, and the sound of thunder rumbled incessantly.

Song Tan, a dual water-wood spirit root cultivator of the Wentian Sect in the Cangxuan Realm, had spent a hundred years cultivating spiritual plants in the back mountains, and finally, she had reached the opportunity for a breakthrough!

However, she hadn't expected the lightning tribulation during her golden core formation to be so violent. Her body was shattered by the tribulation, and even her soul was torn into pieces.

In a hazy state, before her life force dissipated, Song Tan saw countless scenes that were both familiar and strange—

Over a dozen cars were piled up in a chaotic mess, flipped and twisted.

Collisions, pain, screams.

An overturned car, oil slowly snaking across the bridge deck.

People were anxiously pounding on car windows all around. Her vision was veiled in blood; she couldn't move, nor could she speak.

"Hello, 120? There’s a pile-up on the Ninghai Bridge..."

"Bang!"

"Get the driver out first, they’re still breathing—"

"This girl’s leg is stuck... someone come help—"

"Go, go, it’s leaking oil, watch out, it’s going to explode—"

Song Tan looked at all of this in a daze, unable to react for a moment. Is this... a heart demon?

But strangely, there was a girl in the car who held her heart and mind firmly.

However, the girl was covered in blood, her eyes slowly closing, her breath weak. Song Tan could already see the spiritual light on her body fading—her soul was about to dissipate.

The next moment, Song Tan felt herself being pulled by something, and then her scattered soul suddenly sank.

In her groggy state, a girl with snow-white skin and bright black eyes looked at her, her gaze filled with joy and comfort: "You’ve returned."

What does that mean?

Song Tan wanted to ask, but she saw the girl’s soul light suddenly rush toward her own shattered soul, and then, they fused tightly together.

Past life, present life...

She remembered!

This wasn't a heart demon!

It was that she had returned! She had returned from the cultivation world to the very moment she was about to die in the modern world!

This was her past life! She had always been Song Tan, who died in a car accident, then lost her memories and arrived in the Cangxuan Realm, where she struggled to cultivate as a mountain village girl until she finally entered the Wentian Sect.

And for over a hundred years after that, she cultivated without pause, just to break through and protect herself in the crisis-ridden cultivation world...

She was Song Tan!

...

However, the impact from before was too severe, and her body was wracked with unbearable pain. In her past life, she had died in this very car accident...

No, that won't do!

Song Tan struggled to draw in the scarce spiritual energy from her surroundings, working hard to repair her body.

The thin spiritual energy flowed through her body with difficulty, laboriously mending her damaged internal organs and physique.

When she finally managed to open her eyes, blurred by blood, she saw a face that belonged to a man—handsome, yet with veins bulging on his forehead.

He was so close that Song Tan could see his dark brown eyes and exceptionally thick eyelashes. Especially the tiny black mole in the center of his forehead; it was positioned perfectly, just right.

The man gritted his teeth, yet still managed to force out a sound

"Don't be afraid! I'm pulling you out now—"

Behind him, someone shouted at the top of their lungs: "Go, go, it’s on fire, it’s on fire—"

"Hold on!"

The man holding her shouted in a low voice, sweat from his forehead and cheeks sliding down his jaw and dripping onto Song Tan’s face.

As she was pulled forward with increasing force, pain radiated through every limb and bone. Even her soul felt as if it were being tightly gripped, fusing firmly with this body.

The next moment!

"It’s exploding—"

The screams around her became even more terrified!

"Bang!"

Her heavy body was thrown out violently. She shuddered, her senses already gone.

...

When she woke up again, three heads popped up by the bedside. The one in the lead was a middle-aged doctor with thinning hair but clear eyes

"How are you feeling now?"

Song Tan’s gaze slid down to the badge on his chest—

A very vivid headshot.

Ning Province First People's Hospital

Attending Physician: Zhang Yuan

She stared blankly at the badge, familiar memories flowing through her mind. At this moment, she was both Song Tan the cultivator and Song Tan the ordinary person.

Her soul had fused; past life and present life, over a hundred years—she had finally returned.

The hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant from all directions, and the spiritual energy was as thin as a thread. With a thought, she recited her cultivation mental method, but it took half a day for two wisps of spiritual energy to slowly drift over.

Song Tan breathed a sigh of relief—as long as she could cultivate, it was fine.

If she could cultivate, she could protect herself. If nothing else, after 100 years of planting spiritual herbs, she would have no problem feeding herself.

Looking at the doctor waiting for her answer, Song Tan opened her mouth and said somewhat stiffly

"Still... okay."

The intern on the left dutifully handed over the medical record. The newly promoted attending physician waved his arm in a flourish, imitating his seniors by writing in "heavenly script," while smiling with great approachability

"Our test results are also very good. Young lady, you’re lucky! In a pile-up like that, you only got a cut on your head and maybe a slight concussion, but everything else is fine."

"You can be discharged after observing for another day or two."

"However, the scene was too chaotic, and the phone in your clothes wouldn't turn on. Plus, since your injuries weren't serious, we haven't notified your family yet."

Family...

Three identical, honest faces flashed through Song Tan’s mind.

She subconsciously touched her head, and in a daze, she remembered the scene of the car accident. She quickly asked

"I remember that at the time, a gentleman saved me. How is he... how is he doing now?"

In her past life, she had lost consciousness the moment the accident happened; she had no idea if anyone had risked their life to save her.

And now...

The attending physician hesitated for a moment: "There were eighteen patients diverted to our hospital half an hour ago. According to the firefighters, you were pulled out of the car by a young man, right?"

Song Tan nodded.

The doctor hesitated for a second: "He... is not in any life-threatening danger. He’s from out of town, and his family just took him to a higher-level hospital."

Song Tan felt a weight lift from her heart.

"Then, may I ask if you have his or his family’s contact information? I would like to thank him in person."

The grace of saving a life—it saved the 23-year-old Song Tan, and it also saved the Song Tan who had spent countless years in the cultivation world.

Even in the Cangxuan Realm, this was a tremendous debt of gratitude that required her to do everything in her power to repay.

The doctor shook his head: "That gentleman saved several people at the time. When his family arrived, they just said there was no need for thanks, so they didn't want to disclose any contact information."

"Then which hospital did he go to?"

"He went to the Imperial Capital Ren'ai Hospital."

Song Tan nodded and didn't press further.

She thought—she hadn't fully adapted to this place yet. Once she gathered enough spiritual energy to cultivate again, she would cast a divination to locate her benefactor.

...

The doctors left in a bustle. Song Tan found the current turbid air hard to accept; the lack of spiritual energy meant this was clearly not a good place for cultivation.

Subconsciously, she felt around for her pillow, but it was empty.

Right, her bag had burned up in the accident, including her identification.

She tentatively reached out and pulled open the bedside drawer, and sure enough, she found a phone with a shattered screen inside.

The screen was mostly broken, having sat in the drawer for a night. She didn't know if it had recovered or what, but Song Tan managed to turn it on.

She opened the interface and found that the red "99+" notification on the green app was particularly glaring.

There was also a blue one, making a terrifying "ding-ding" sound.

It made her feel an instant sense of resistance.

A cultivator’s sixth sense could help them avoid many bad things. Song Tan thought

These messages definitely aren't good news! Better not to look!

The most urgent task was to play with her phone; she hadn't seen one in over 100 years, and she couldn't wait.

So, her finger slid down, and she accidentally opened an app with a musical note logo.

"Tremble, start a beautiful life!"

Song Tan:...

Since it’s already open, I’ll just take a look...

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