“Xiao Fan, can you hear me? Sister is calling you...”
“Xiao Fan, as long as you wake up, I will agree to anything. I will never blame you again. No matter what your cultivation level is in the future, I will always stay by your side...”
“Xiao Fan, as long as you wake up, I will ask Father to restore our betrothal.”
“Xiao Fan, please wake up quickly...”
In the dim moonlight, Qin Fan heard a young girl's voice. It was filled with deep affection and profound sorrow. Though clearly unfamiliar, it stirred a sharp pang of heartache within him.
His head throbbed with pain...
Qin Fan felt as if his head was about to explode. Hearing the voice, he couldn't help but struggle to open his eyes. What met his gaze was an exquisitely beautiful young girl, bowing her head and tightly clutching his hand as she sobbed softly. He wanted to move, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't muster any strength.
Where was this? Who was she?
Ah—
Suddenly, a sharp, agonizing pain shot from deep within Qin Fan's head. Immediately after, a torrent of unfamiliar memories flooded his mind, causing him to let out a soft gasp as his eyes involuntarily closed once more.
“Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan...”
Hearing his faint gasp, the girl couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. She raised her tear-filled eyes, only to see Qin Fan's contorted, painful expression.
“Xiao Fan, hang in there! I'm going to find a physician...”
Wiping away her tears, the girl rushed out in a frantic panic. Qin Fan, consumed by the agonizing chaos in his mind, paid her departure no mind.
I'm not dead?
Wutian Continent? Great Qian Kingdom?
This isn't Earth?
Qin Fan felt as if a massive influx of information was tangling together inside his head, threatening to blow it apart. Although he possessed an exceptionally resilient character and nerves of steel, the sheer agony at this moment nearly caused him to black out.
He had no idea how much time had passed before his mind finally quieted down. Everything felt surreal, like a dream. Keeping his eyes tightly shut for a long while, he slowly opened them. What met his gaze was an elegantly decorated room with a distinct, ancient architectural style. Furthermore, the spiritual qi in the air he breathed was far denser than anything he had experienced before, leaving him feeling incredibly refreshed—something he could never have imagined in the past.
Faced with this situation, combined with the strange memories in his head, Qin Fan basically understood what had happened. Even if the furnishings in the room were fake, the air itself could not be forged! How could Earth ever have such a rich concentration of spiritual qi?
His lips trembled as he tried to speak, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only bury this secret deep within his heart.
On Earth, Qin Fan had been a disciple of a hidden Alchemy Sect. Yet, he was still a product of modern society. He had gone to school and lived a normal life like anyone else. Naturally, he had spent time online and even read the popular fantasy web novels of the era. Thus, concepts like transmigration and rebirth were actually quite familiar to him.
He just never expected that such a thing would actually happen to him!
“The alchemy cauldron exploded, warping space. Yet, by some stroke of fortune, my soul wasn't destroyed. Instead, I transmigrated through time and space to this place called the Wutian Continent, possessing the body of a youth with the exact same name...”
Qin Fan shook his head helplessly, a complex wave of emotions welling up inside him. After his master passed away, he had no family left. Moreover, due to his unique identity, he had never liked socializing with others, which meant he did not have a single friend. Even so, Earth was his home, the place where he had lived for twenty years, and he still felt a lingering attachment to it.
However, Qin Fan was not a pessimist by nature. He knew very well that when his alchemy cauldron exploded, he had died. To be able to live again was already a stroke of immense luck; there was no point in overthinking it. Calming his emotions, his state of mind gradually settled. He quickly accepted his current reality and began to ponder his present identity and situation.
Name: Qin Fan.
Age: 15 years old.
Identity: Disciple of the ninth-grade Zhenwu Clan of Nanfeng City, Daqian Empire.
— The Zhenwu Clans are the nobility of the Daqian Empire. They are ranked up to the ninth grade, with the ninth grade being the lowest and the first grade being the highest.
— Although it is the lowest tier, it still carries noble status, which isn't bad... Since I'm already here, I might as well make myself at home...
Having sorted out his thoughts, Qin Fan let out a self-deprecating, bitter chuckle, trying his best to shake off the physical discomfort. He sat up and began to survey his surroundings.
Guided by the memories of the original "Qin Fan," he quickly acclimated to his environment. He found that his current room was quite spacious, and the decor and furnishings were even better than his living quarters back on Earth. Qin Fan was rather pleased with this.
— However, the original Qin Fan was ambushed and mortally wounded. It seems I'll be facing some trouble in the near future!
At the same time, Qin Fan quickly turned his thoughts to the situation he was about to face, lowering his head in contemplation.
"Xiao Fan, you're awake?"
Just then, the young girl who had left earlier returned with an elderly gentleman. Seeing that Qin Fan was awake, her eyes lit up with instant, joyful surprise.
The girl had long, jet-black hair, bright eyes, slender eyebrows, and an exquisite face. She possessed an elegant aura and wore a set of emerald-green robes. Though she was still young, her devastating, city-toppling beauty was already plain to see.
Qin Fan recognized this stunning girl as Qin Li. Nominally his older sister, she was not only famous throughout Nanfeng City for her beauty, but her talent was also astonishing, making her the prized pearl of the Qin Clan Leader's eye. In truth, she had been betrothed to Qin Fan since childhood. However, because the Clan Leader had no daughters, and the original Qin Fan had been rather unpromising, Qin Fan's father had adopted Qin Li as his daughter instead, to avoid ruining the life of such an exceptional young woman.
Although he already knew from his inherited memories that his "sister" was beautiful, seeing her in person still left Qin Fan momentarily dazed. She was breathtaking—with skin like ice and bones like jade, a slender waist, and long legs, Qin Li seemed to embody all the beauty of the mortal world. What was even rarer was her elegant, ethereal aura, which made her look like a celestial fairy. Qin Fan stared blankly for a moment, captivated by her beauty. Back on Earth, he had never seen a woman so utterly exquisite.