"Cough, cough." I gasped for breath, each cough rattling my chest like a drum.

I gritted my nails onto the floor. My saliva dripped to the ground as I battled against the searing pain as if my insides were trying to break free. My entire body was drenched in sweat, and my eyes burned so intensely that I wanted to claw them out.

"MOTHERFU*KER, WHO THE FUCK IS MESSING WITH ME? GOD DAMN …. JUST YOU WAIT!" I roared, my voice mixed with raw and fury. I slammed my fist on the floor, a punch born of agony and rage that made my blood boil.

If only my vision were clear, I would notch their neck.

Second, after the second went by, each one had an eternity of suffering of mine. A wave of relief washed over me as the pain began to fade slowly.

I stayed alert, every muscle tense, desperate to make sense of my surroundings. But the only sound that reached my ears was my own suffering, and the tired breath came out of my mouth.

Slowly, my vision started to come back.

'Finally,'

"Whoever you are, trying to mess with me, I will peel your skin bit by bit," I said, my voice carrying the bone-chilling tone of someone who is ready to kill.

As my vision started to clear, I was completely taken aback by what I saw around me.

I found myself in a filthy room, with dusty furniture scattered around and cobwebs clinging everywhere in the room. Confusion washed over me, and I struggled to make sense of my whereabouts.

"Where the fuck am I?"

…..,

I might not remember everything clearly, but I can vividly recall being in a hospital not too long ago. I fought tirelessly against an incurable illness that had haunted me since my early twenties. Tragically, at 25, I succumbed to my fate.

During that arduous journey, I found solace in novels, video games, and other small pleasures. They became my refuge, a fleeting escape from the relentless pain. As time passed, regrets from my past began to weigh heavily on me, leaving me grappling with an overwhelming sense of unspoken sorrow.

…,

Little did I expect the whims of fate to weave such a curious tapestry of destiny….

Amidst the tingle of sorrow crushing my heart, a flicker of anticipation danced in my eyes like a lone flame in the darkness.

Suddenly, a sharp, throbbing headache sliced through my thoughts, yet this time, the pain seemed quite manageable.

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"Fuck! Here we go again, Tsk, Damn it! this Painnn…"

After a brief pause, fragments of memories from this new body, though blurry, began to intertwine with my own, demanding a period of adjustment like pieces of a puzzle fitting into place.

These fragmented memories revealed that I now resided in a cozy two-story home in Black-Wind Town, nestled within the Starlight City of the Narnia Continent.

The house itself, a sad reminder of my deceased parents, stirred a bittersweet sorrow within me as I pondered their untimely departure.

Yet, strangely, the memories did not explain their tragic demise, leaving their fate shrouded in mystery.

More intriguing still was the discovery that this new body shared the same name as my previous life, sparing me the awkwardness of adapting to a new identity.

As for the previous Xinli, his fate was a tragic tale of a promising cultivator who died in his prime due to a Qi deviation—a sobering reminder of the dangers that lurked within the pursuit of power. Always be cautious.

However, the cause of his downfall remained a mystery, buried within the fragmented memories I have, waiting to be revealed.

Also, I realized that I am now inhabiting the cultivation world.

In this new cultivation realm, I couldn't help but notice the stark differences from my previous existence. Yet, amidst the unfamiliarity, certain parallels between the two worlds stood out. Just like in my past life, the powerful in high-ranking positions preyed on the vulnerable, exploiting them for their own gain.

It was a cruel reality where the rich grew more prosperous at the expense of the poor.

Furthermore, this new world appeared to be an even more dangerous place where the law of the jungle reigned supreme. Strength was above all here, and the weak were mere fodder for the strong.

However, I soon discovered that possessing talent opened doors to many opportunities for personal development.

Whether through affiliating with prestigious sects or aligning with influential organizations, the path to power was paved for those with the skill and determination to seize it.

But with opportunity came risk. The spotlight attracted not only admiration but also envy and hostility.

It was a delicate balance, navigating the treacherous waters of ambition and survival in a world where one misstep could lead to ruin…like death.

With the specter of death looming ever closer, I knew I had to act swiftly to avoid a grim fate.

What if some unknown, powerful drunkard mistakenly… blocked my way and then started to beat me to the pupil?....... And there will be only one tag that will be mentioned in my head: ‘LAMO.’

I couldn't afford to become a mere pawn in this sh*thole, destined for oblivion at the hands of fate.

Yet, as I searched through my memories, I faced a harsh reality—I was penniless, with nothing but a handful of silvers to my name.

"..."

"I wish the man upstairs would hear me out and slap me with some money so that I can feel the pain of money."

"..."

The hierarchy of currency conversion is like this: 100 copper coins are equal to 1 silver coin, 100 silver coins are equal to 1 gold coin, and 100 gold coins are equal to 1 spiritual stone.

Even if commoner folks work with their ass off their entire life, they won’t even come close to gathering ten gold coins in their whole life. As for spiritual stone? That is just an unattainable dream for them. If Mother of Luck decided to give them some blessing, then they might have a chance.

Given this, joining a sect seems like a good idea but I am unsure about the recruitment process.

As I was sitting on the bed, I saw an old mirror in front of me.

After strategizing my next steps, I curiously approached the old mirror within the room to assess my appearance.

With a gentle sweep, I cleared the dust veiling its surface, revealing the image of a slender young man. Long white hair framed my face. Despite my dirty state, my striking good looks were impossible to overlook, especially my unique white-pupil eyes. If someone tries to glance within it, they will only find emptiness.

"Oh shit… new look with new life."