Chapter 2: Truck-kun Has No Mercy

I was heading home from the library, where I had spent hours immersed in my favorite cultivation novels and some encyclopedias I liked to read in my free time.

It was already dark outside, and the dim light from the street lamps barely lit the road. As I was crossing the street, I suddenly heard a screeching sound from the side. Then, there was an impact, and everything went black. I felt as if I had been enveloped in a comfortable, dark void.

"It seems like I'm dead and ironically got killed by truck-kun. After reading so many transmigration novels and laughing at protagonists for such a lame death, I met the same end," I sighed.

"The only regret I have is missing my first date ever, but I have to say, this afterlife is rather comfortable.

I was a programmer and a developer.

It wasn't a bad life, nor was it exciting, but it was definitely lonely, and the only thing that ever kept me company were my books. Those were the moments I truly cherished."

As I mused about my life, I suddenly felt a push, and then something grabbed me. Panic surged through me. "Wait, what? How can I feel panic and how can I feel something touch me? How can I hear these buzzing sounds, and why is everything so blurry? Wait, wait, wait—have I actually transmigrated into a baby?"

My thoughts raced as I grappled with the realization that I might have transmigrated into the body of a baby. Panic surged through me as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The sensations of touch, sound, and sight overwhelmed me with their sheer intensity.

Struggling to focus through the haze of confusion, I attempted to move my limbs, only to find them unresponsive. Panic threatened to consume me as I frantically searched for some semblance of control over my new body. Gradually, as my senses adjusted to the unfamiliar sensations, I began to piece together my situation.

I could feel the gentle sway of being cradled, the warmth of another body pressed against my own. The buzzing sounds around me resolved into soft murmurs and coos, and the blurry shapes coalesced into the comforting contours of a familiar face.

Realization dawned upon me like a bolt of lightning. I was in the arms of a woman, maybe my mother.

As I nestled into the warmth of the woman’s embrace, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this unexpected second chance at life.

Though the path ahead was uncertain, I resolved to embrace my new existence with courage and determination.

After all, if my countless hours spent immersed in cultivation novels had taught me anything, it was that every new beginning held the potential for adventure and discovery.

I closed my eyes and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

When I eventually stirred from my slumber, I found myself in a cozy nursery bathed in soft, golden light filtering through the curtains.

Blinking my eyes open, I took in my surroundings with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

The gentle rocking motion of my cradle soothed me, and I turned my head to catch sight of my mother, who had been watching over me. It was a kindly face, lined with beauty and warmth, gazing down at me with affection.

"Ah, you're awake," the woman murmured, a smile gracing her lips. "How are you feeling, little one?" I tried to respond, but all that came out was a series of gurgles and coos.

Frustration welled up inside me as I struggled to articulate my thoughts. This new body felt clumsy and unfamiliar, its limitations a constant reminder of my predicament.

The woman chuckled softly, reaching down to gently stroke my cheek. "Don't worry, little one. It takes time. But you'll learn, I promise." Though I couldn't understand the words, I found solace in the soothing tone of the caretaker's voice.

With a determined resolve, I vowed to adapt to my circumstances and make the most of this second chance at life.

As days turned into weeks, I embarked on a journey of discovery, gradually mastering the art of communication and mobility.

I realized that the woman was my mother’s best friend and that my real mother in this world had died. I couldn’t help but feel remorse for some reason, and I kept thinking about my life and parents in my real world.

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Yes, real, because for me this felt like a lie.

I also learned that my father had passed away after learning about my mother’s death.

I can never understand such people—how can anyone love another person so much, well, aside from their own parents. I was adopted in a way, but not really, as this woman, Ning Lian, treated me like a son. But other servants considered me what my mother was to Ning Lian, a servant.

I was considered a servant to Ning Lian’s daughter and the little she-devil Ning Rong.

I was left speechless when one day Ning Lian suddenly lifted off—yeah, like started hovering in mid-air—and left through the window in a hurry. As I watched her levitate effortlessly, bathed in a radiant aura of swirling energy, it hit me that coupled with the Chinese-themed world around me, I had truly hit a jackpot.

Or maybe I was doomed.

The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning—I had indeed been born into one of those cultivation worlds I had often read about in my favorite novels. As Ning Lian disappeared through the window, leaving behind a trail of shimmering light, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation.

On one hand, the prospect of living in a world filled with martial arts, mystical powers, and ancient wisdom filled me with exhilaration.

But on the other hand, I knew all too well the dangers that lurked within such realms—treacherous adversaries, deadly beasts, and unforgiving trials that tested one's strength and resolve to the limit.

With a determined set to my jaw, I knew that I had to tread carefully in this new world. Drawing upon the knowledge gleaned from my countless hours spent immersed in cultivation novels, I resolved to hone my skills, cultivate my qi, and navigate the intricate web of alliances and rivalries that defined this world.

I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. For amidst the grandeur and splendor of this fantastical realm, I knew that I would face challenges unlike any I had ever encountered before.

I was hoping that considering the fact that even my caretaker was able to fly, and knowing that in cultivation novels those who can fly are usually powerful cultivators in their own right, and the fact that our manor was big from what I had observed meant that I had been born into a relatively well-off cultivation clan.

So there was a good chance I was born with good talent, as usually in this type of world, your talent matters a lot. I felt extremely eager to start cultivating and wanted to experience how it felt to fly. But the only thing I had learned was that my name in this new world was Ning Feng.

A few months passed by, and I was starting to understand what these people were trying to say, and my intelligence had already shocked the entire clan as I was able to respond to their actions very precisely.

As months drifted by, my comprehension of the language and customs of the clan grew by leaps and bounds. My innate intelligence and keen observation skills quickly earned me a reputation as a prodigy within the clan, with whispers of my remarkable abilities spreading.

At the tender age of one year, I was already able to understand writing and speak the language somewhat, but I never did that in front of others, and I was able to walk properly—as properly as can be for the body of a one-year-old.

I wanted to read the cultivation books; that was the main reason for me to put so much effort into learning the language.

At first, everyone found it weird that a one-year-old was trying to learn how to read, but the excuse of my intelligence made it possible to navigate around that problem.

I wanted to know more about this world, and the best way to do that without arousing too much suspicion was to go back to my favorite habit of reading books.

All that walking around had helped me map out the whole manor of the Ning clan.

So today, I was going to sneak into the library to read some books, or at least that was supposed to be the first step in my grand plan to become an immortal cultivator.

heheh

But a sudden yell collapsed it like a house of cards as my mother appeared behind me like a ghost with an emotionless face, and it sent shivers down my spine.

“Feng’er, what are you doing here? I have been searching for you throughout the compound.” I froze in my tracks, my heart pounding in my chest as I turned to face my mother, or rather the woman who had adopted me after my real mother died on that fateful night.

Her piercing gaze cut through me like a blade. For a fleeting moment, I considered fabricating a lie to cover my tracks, but the steely resolve in her eyes told me that she would see right through any deception.

"I... I was just..." I stammered, my mind racing for an excuse, but my words faltered in the face of my mother's unwavering scrutiny. But before I could utter another word, her expression softened, a hint of concern flickering in her eyes as she approached me with measured steps.

"Feng’er, you know you're not supposed to be here without supervision," she chided gently, her voice tinged with a mixture of admonishment and affection. "The library is off-limits to novices like you. It's too dangerous."

I swallowed hard, feeling a pang of guilt wash over me at her words. I knew the rules, of course—the library was strictly forbidden to those who had not yet attained a certain level of cultivation, for fear of exposing them to powerful and potentially harmful knowledge.

"I'm sorry, Mother," I murmured, bowing my head in shame. "I just... I wanted to learn more about cultivation, to become stronger, and..." My voice trailed off as I struggled to articulate the burning desire that had driven me to defy the rules of the clan. But her gentle hand on my shoulder urged me to look up, meeting her gaze with newfound determination.

"I understand, Feng’er," she said softly, her tone tinged with understanding. "But you must trust in the guidance of your elders. They will teach you everything you need to know in due time. Patience is the key to mastering the art of cultivation."

As we were walking back to my room, I said, "Mother, I just want to read about some general knowledge about the world, and I will not mess around with knowledge from the books." She sighed and said, "Alright, but you can only read them when I am around." And suddenly, she took out a book from her sleeves, which read ‘Basics of Cultivation‘. I pouted and said, "So you were going to teach me anyway."

She laughed and said, "You have been bugging me for a long time, and how can I let Feng’er be disappointed in his mother?"