Inside the room, sitting on the edge of the bed was a young man. Though his expression appeared calm, there was a trace of gravity in his eyes. His mind was in turmoil, filled with a deep sense of frustration. "It's already been three days. There's no going back." Lin Fan's mind was currently a chaotic mess. He still remembered standing at the train station just before this.
Something rather unpleasant had happened at the train station: he had gotten into a fight with two hulking brutes.
At the time, he had been brimming with confidence, striking out with Wing Chun. Unfortunately, his heroic display lasted less than three seconds before two fists, heavy as mountains, slammed directly into his face. With a dull thud, he lost consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he was already here. At first, he thought someone was playing a cruel prank on him.
But then he realized that he was just an ordinary guy, hardly worth the effort of some lunatic setting up such an elaborate, absurd joke. The furniture in the room was all made of dark red wood, clearly of no small value, and a faint fragrance drifted through the air. Today was already the third day. Having just arrived, he hadn't dared to wander around. He knew absolutely nothing; he didn't even know where this place was. "Something's not right. Don't the books say that when you transmigrate, you're supposed to get the original host's memories?" Lin Fan clutched his head in sheer frustration. Standing before the mirror, he stared at his reflection. He had looked at himself countless times over the past few days, and his face was exactly the same as before, only his hair was slightly longer. He couldn't tell if he had transmigrated as a soul or in his original body.
Even if they were in different worlds, it was possible for two people to look identical, but his current situation was a bit awkward. Suddenly, Lin Fan rolled up his left sleeve and looked down in a hurry. When he saw the scar on his arm, he froze in a daze. "This really is my original body." He couldn't believe it. How was this even possible? On everyone's left arm, there was a mark—the scar from a childhood vaccination, something that could never be erased in a lifetime. A heavy silence filled the room.
"Forget it. Since I'm already here, I might as well make the best of it. Has Lin Fan ever been afraid of anyone? It's just an otherworldly realm, what's the big deal!" Having hidden away for three days, he didn't want to hide anymore. He needed to step outside with confidence and see what this strange new world was like. However, where was his "Golden Finger"? Without any cheat codes, how was he supposed to survive?
He had ended up in such a miserable state back on Earth; would changing locations really make a difference? Lin Fan fell into deep thought, still harboring a sliver of doubt. "Surely something must have changed, right?" Shaking off these thoughts, as an ambitious young man, he knew he had to summon his courage and take a brave step forward, no matter how unfamiliar his surroundings. Opening the door, he saw a massive courtyard outside, complete with a rockery and a spacious garden. A wealthy family! "It seems my luck isn't half bad. In this strange world, I must be the scion of some rich household." Lin Fan was extremely satisfied with his current situation. He had once wondered what the life of the wealthy was like, but now that he seemed to be a rich tycoon himself, why should he worry about not being able to enjoy life in the future? Passing through an archway to leave the courtyard, a certain question kept nagging at him.
If he was indeed a wealthy young master, why hadn't he seen a single servant over the past three days?
Not even his three daily meals were brought to him. His stomach rumbled with hunger, but feeling awkward in this unfamiliar place, he stubbornly stayed inside for nearly three days. Fortunately, there were some pastries in the room, allowing him to barely scrape by. Just then, a servant walked by. Seeing Lin Fan, he gasped in surprise and said respectfully, "Young Master, why are you out here?" Lin Fan gave a grunt of acknowledgment.
What, since you know I'm the young master, do I need someone's permission just to go out for a stroll? To avoid raising any suspicions, he knew he needed to watch more and speak less. The servant bowed his head, feeling a bit odd. The young master seemed different from usual, but he didn't dare ask. Lin Fan cleared his throat with a light cough, adopting the air of a young master, and said, "Take a walk with me." The servant wanted to warn him, but knowing the young master's temperament, he knew speaking up would be useless and would only displease him. Thus, he could only follow along. This place was too unfamiliar, so Lin Fan had to bring someone along just in case. At a corner, Lin Fan suddenly froze in his tracks, almost colliding face-to-face with someone.
He was about to rely on his status to arrogantly bark, "Are you blind? Do you know who I am?" But this kind of domineering anger was something he had never had the right to express before. On second thought, he felt he should keep a low profile. Standing before him was a robust, square-jawed man who looked imposing yet very young.
There were quite a few people around, all looking at Lin Fan. It was a classic confrontation on a narrow path.
Lin Fan suddenly noticed that the man was looking at him with a rather strange expression. He clearly wasn't a servant; he must be someone of high status. But so what if he had status? Could he possibly compare to a young master like himself? Some of the people following behind the man shook their heads with bitter smiles. Right at that moment, everyone's jaws dropped in shock.
Lin Fan raised his hand and patted the man's shoulder. "Brother, could you please step aside and let me through?" His tone was extremely polite. Although he didn't know who the other party was, since the man was so young, he might very well be a biological brother or some relative. Addressing him as "brother" shouldn't be an issue. "Master!" The servant who had been following Lin Fan was holding some money in his hand.
The young master had wanted to go out but had no money, so the servant had gone to fetch some. But when he returned and saw the young master and the master face-to-face, he rushed over, his soul nearly leaping out of his body. Hearing the word "Master" sent a shiver of terror down Lin Fan's spine. What? Please clarify. You must be joking, right?
The man in front of him looked about his own age, yet he was the Master. Didn't that mean he was this man's son? "Hmph!" A furious grunt rumbled from the square-jawed man's throat. "How dare a mere servant take your master out without permission? Are you tired of living?" His voice boomed like rolling thunder, sounding like a roaring beast. It was deafeningly loud. *Thud!* The servant instantly fell to his knees, his face turning deathly pale, drained of all color. "Guards! Drag this man out and beat him to death with canes!" The man said in a low, grim voice. "Master, spare my life! This servant won't dare do it again!" Terrified out of his wits and nearly wetting himself, the servant kowtowed repeatedly, cracking his forehead open until fresh red blood stained the blue-stone tiles. Lin Fan stood frozen on the spot, utterly dumbfounded.
Which landlord's family was this? He was far too arrogant and overbearing, actually daring to treat human life like grass. Looking at the expressions of the onlookers, it seemed this was just an everyday occurrence they were long used to; beating a servant to death was a trivial matter. Then, two burly guards stepped forward. Seeing that the poor servant was about to be dragged away, Lin Fan could no longer stand by and watch. "Stop." He took a step forward and raised his hand to block the two men.
With his physique, if he weren't a young master, those two guards would have surely beaten him to death with a single punch. "A man should take responsibility for his own actions. I went out on my own; it has nothing to do with him. That's not how you play 'killing the chicken to warn the monkey.' If you have a problem, direct it at me." Lin Fan was a highly righteous person, otherwise he wouldn't have been beaten by those two tough guys at the train station and transmigrated here. Of course, given his status as a young master, no matter what, they wouldn't dare treat him like that. The servant kneeling on the ground looked up, his face covered in tears and snot.
At this moment, he looked at his young master in utter disbelief.
He never expected the young master to speak up for him. He was deeply moved! As a servant whose life was as cheap as paper, his existence was negligible. Everywhere, the lives of servants were used to establish authority and
But he still smiled and said, "It's fine, it's fine. My son just speaks his mind, please don't take offense, don't take offense."
Lin Fan now knew his own status and identity. Although he didn't know what the current situation was, just based on the fact that he was the other man's son, he had nothing to fear. Could the man actually hack him to death? But wait, cultivation manuals? What kind of world was this? Wuxia or something else? Calm down, he had to stay calm, no need to panic.
"Not practicing," Lin Fan replied.
"Rage points: +5." The increase was a bit small. Was he really that hopeless? Had his father already despaired in his heart, so he didn't hold onto any hope?
Lin Wanyi suppressed his anger and asked, "Why aren't you practicing?" To this question, Lin Fan didn't know how to answer. Practice my ass—at least give me the cultivation manual first. Who knew where your real son had thrown the manual before?
"I don't know where the cultivation manual ran off to on its own," Lin Fan replied honestly. This was the absolute truth. Lin Wanyi's chest heaved, his unbearable rage flaring up as he barked, "Get the hell out of here!"
"Alright, getting out now." Without waiting for Lin Wanyi to say another word, he directly grabbed the servant kneeling on the ground and bolted.
"Rage points: +100." Having run a distance away, Lin Fan was astonished. It increased by a hundred? Lin Wanyi's face turned green. Rebellious son, what a truly rebellious son! He shook his head and sighed, his heart filled with desolation. What was he to do in the future? Old Master Yuan comforted him from the side, but in his heart, he was laughing his head off. He truly lived up to his reputation.