Chapter 1: Ling Xi is Suffering Internally

Chapter 1: Lingxi’s Heart is Bitter

1957, Northern Province, China. A small mountain village surrounded by hills on all sides.

It was the height of the summer harvest, and the team members in the fields were busy working with great fervor.

Comrade Miao Peilan, the old matriarch of the Pei family, walked along the ridge of the wheat field, humming a revolutionary song. Her back was straight, her steps were light, and she felt refreshed and invigorated.

Just look at that. Other families were still struggling to get by on thin gruel, sometimes fainting from hunger while working.

Her family could eat until they were seven or eight parts full every day. During festivals, they had refined grains and meat, and when she went to work in the fields, she even brought along cooled mung bean soup for them to drink.

Which other family could live so comfortably?

Basking in the envious gazes coming from all directions, the old lady felt she was a winner in life.

Comrade Miao Peilan had four sons and one daughter.

Not to mention her eldest son who had already passed away, the remaining sons were all outstanding in their own right.

Her youngest son worked in the capital, sending her allowances, coupons, and bonuses every month. Her second and third sons were strong as oxen and were excellent workers. And then there was her youngest daughter...

Just yesterday, she had sent back two catties of pork belly along with some snacks and canned goods.

Thinking of this, the old lady quickened her pace.

She was currently boiling meat porridge in the pot for her precious, darling little Lingxi. She had to get back and keep an eye on it, lest some black-hearted, rotten-lunged person steal it.

Unexpectedly, halfway there, she ran into Pei Fuzhu.

The old lady only had her second and third sons by her side.

The family’s house was an impressive blue-stone courtyard. Three rows had been built in a line, all belonging to the Pei family. The old lady, the family of the second uncle, and her precious little granddaughter Lingxi lived in the middle courtyard.

Of the three courtyards, the one on the east had been locked for many years, and the third uncle’s family lived in the one on the west.

The third uncle and third aunt had a son and a daughter—fraternal twins. The daughter was the Pei Fuzhu standing before her.

She was 17 this year. Over the past few years, she had blossomed, becoming increasingly curvaceous, which enticed the young men in the village to nudge each other and stare directly at her.

Noticing these gazes, Pei Fuzhu’s bright, pretty face would stiffen. She would glare back, appearing very displeased, yet she would calmly puff out her already proud chest.

Old Lady Pei happened to witness this scene and her face fell. She held some old-fashioned, feudal thoughts, and seeing Pei Fuzhu act this way was an eyesore.

Even if this eldest granddaughter was blessed and favored by the heavens, she still found her an eyesore.

So seductive and demonic...

Pah!

Is the Heavens blind?

To choose such a piece of work to favor.

She was far worse than her Lingxi.

Pei Fuzhu’s expression stiffened. She really hadn't expected to run straight into the old lady. At this moment, she felt her face burning. Facing the old lady’s strange, mocking gaze, she felt inexplicably guilty and uncomfortable, and she called out in a low voice.

"Grandma."

Old Lady Pei snorted coldly and twisted her mouth. "What are you doing here? What, did you suddenly find your conscience and want to work in the fields?"

The smile that Pei Fuzhu had squeezed onto her face froze. Thinking of something, she quickly changed the subject.

"Grandma, Little Sister Lingxi just fainted from heatstroke in the vegetable garden. My mom told me to come and call you..."

Upon hearing this, the world went black for Old Lady Pei. She steadied herself, then ran toward the house on her short legs, running incredibly fast. As for the matter of wanting to criticize and lecture Pei Fuzhu, it was completely forgotten.

Pei Fuzhu hurriedly followed in pursuit. Not only did she fail to catch up, but she also nearly collided with an ox cart pulling wheat stalks.

***

At this moment, Lingxi, who had been mentioned by the old lady and Pei Fuzhu, had already woken up, but she kept her eyes closed, lying perfectly still.

Having just awakened in this body, the memories in her mind were a bit chaotic.

Lingxi belonged to the ancient Spirit Clan bloodline and was the only surviving member of her race. After the Spirit Clan was exterminated, she had been found by her foster father, the Immortal Heavenly Lord, on an ancient battlefield.

To hatch her, he had expended countless heavenly treasures and endured untold hardships.

But even so, without the nourishment of her clansmen’s essence blood and divine soul, she remained frail.

Her foster father had been careful, so careful, pampering her with the utmost delicacy...

Yet she only lived for a little over ten years before her body could no longer bear it, and she couldn't hold on.

Who would have thought that upon waking up again, she would be in this body.

After merging with the memories in her mind, Lingxi understood the current situation.

It was the late 1950s, an era of scarcity, where distribution was based on labor and supplies were provided via coupons.

Back in the Immortal Heavenly Palace, because her foster father worried she would be bored, he had collected many storybooks from the Three Thousand Worlds for her, among which were some about this very era.

This type of storybook had a collective name: "Era Novels."

Thinking of the descriptions of this history in those novels, Lingxi’s heart was bitter.

Thinking of the coming Great Famine, and the thought that she would eventually be reduced to eating grass roots, tree bark, and Guanyin clay, she felt as if the world had gone dark. Life was impossible.

And that wasn't all!

While sorting through her memories, she discovered that there was someone in her current family who was said to be the reincarnation of the Heavens' own daughter—a "Fortune Doll."

Just how capable was this Fortune Doll?

If Pei Fuzhu knelt before the Heavens, the Heavens would listen to her. She could command lightning to strike whoever she wanted, and she could dig up gold and silver jewelry at will, or find wild ginseng just by walking up a mountain.

Although Lingxi didn't yet understand whether Pei Fuzhu, this daughter of the Heavens, was the daughter of the Heavenly Emperor or the daughter of the Heavenly Dao, it didn't matter. Just the fact that she could summon heavenly lightning was enough to blast her own fragile little body into dust.

Lingxi’s heart felt even more bitter!

Why?

Lingxi was afraid of death; Lingxi didn't want to suffer.

Even her foster father hadn't let her suffer!

Why should she have to look at the face of the Heavens' own daughter now?

If word got back to the Immortal Heaven, how much face would her foster father lose?

But she was afraid of death. She had finally managed to get her life back with these thin arms and legs, and her foster father was too far away to help. Her companion space, which she could usually hide in, wouldn't open...

Lingxi sniffled, holding back her tears.

Suddenly thinking of something, she turned her head to look around and pricked up her small ears to listen, ensuring no one was nearby. She quietly climbed off the kang, and following her memories, she rummaged through the inner bedroom.

Finally, in a box at the very bottom of the cabinet, she found a pendant strung on a red cord. The pendant was a bead that looked neither like gold nor jade, encased in a silver metal setting.

Lingxi’s eyes lit up instantly.

This was it!

From the day a member of the Spirit Clan was born, they were accompanied by a space; it was a part of her body and even her soul.

Now, her companion space only had a faint connection but wouldn't open. To her, it was like a person with sound limbs suddenly having their arms and legs go wrong, losing control and most of their sensation, as if they had become disabled. Both body and mind were filled with panic and helplessness.

And at this moment...

She bit her finger and dripped blood onto the pendant. Sensing the connection to the storage pendant, she used her divine soul to leave a mark on it, completely binding the storage pendant.

Only then did Lingxi feel as if she had finally come back to life!

Lingxi slowly lay back down on the kang, getting comfortable.

This pendant was what her father had put on her when Pei Lingxi was sent back to the village.

#Hello everyone, the trashy author is back again.

For those babies who find the protagonist familiar, stay calm. That's right, Lingxi is that Lingxi, and the Fourth Brother is that Fourth Brother.

This book is a sequel to the previous one.

The last book ended with the male lead falling into a coma due to an accident and unable to wake up.

The female lead’s father sent the male and female leads to a parallel world. This is the female lead’s "second playthrough." Once the playthrough is finished and Gu Si’s soul has nourished his original body, he will be able to wake up. The female lead does not have memories of the first playthrough.

It doesn't matter if you haven't read the first part; just treat it as a transmigration/rebirth story, it won't affect your reading at all.#

After finishing this book, Linlang will write another sequel...

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