“My head hurts so much.”
Wan Nguong woke up, her head throbbing as if struck by a hammer. She squinted, looking at the forest in astonishment. “Wasn’t I working overtime? Where is this? Why am I here?”
Just as she was about to stand up, she realized something was off. She held her hands out in front of her: “So short! I’ve shrunk!” And these ancient clothes.
She suddenly realized she hadn’t shrunk; she had transmigrated.
A stream of light surged into her mind. Were these the memories of this body? It was the body of a little girl also named Wan Nguong. From the moment she could remember, she had no parents and was raised by a kind old man.
Because she had no parents, she was looked down upon and bullied by her peers.
Today, while fleeing from her bullies, she had slipped and fallen down a cliff. And that was how she got the chance to transmigrate.
After absorbing the memories of this body, Wan Nguong realized how truly pitiful this little girl was.
Alright, this little girl’s only wish was to live a good life, not to be looked down upon by others. She would fulfill it on behalf of this body’s original owner.
Through the girl’s memories, she learned that this continent was called Cang Lan, a place where people awakened their spirit roots to cultivate.
She was currently in Qing Yin City, a small city on the Cang Lan continent.
Here, people awakened their spirit roots at age five and began Qi cultivation at age seven.
But this body had never awakened its spirit root, which was why she was bullied by her peers.
“What should I do? Shouldn’t transmigration come with some kind of golden finger? Now, even my spirit root hasn’t awakened.”
No sooner had she spoken than she felt an inexplicable chill spread through her body, and her Dantian throbbed faintly.
Why was this happening? After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the pain subsided, and she lay sprawled on the ground. Before she could even sigh in relief, she saw lightning flashing in the thunderclouds above.
Suddenly, she had a bad premonition.
“Wait, hold on, aaaaaaaah!” A bolt of heavenly lightning immediately struck down.
“Could I really die on my very first day after transmigrating? What sin had she committed to incur heavenly lightning from the heavens?” Wan Nguong officially fainted.
Far away, an old man’s voice echoed: “A phenomenon of heaven and earth! I wonder who it is. The world hasn’t been very stable lately. Hmph,” his final sigh seemed to dissolve into the heavens and earth, as if it had never been uttered.
“Ouch!” It hurt so much, her whole body was sore. “But… I’m not dead? OMG, I must be the first modern person to be struck by lightning and not die.”
Scrambling to her feet, Wan Nguong quickly surveyed her body.
One word: ‘ragged’. It’s good that I’m not dead, it’s good that I’m not dead.
Wan Nguong dragged her small body, following the memories, back home.
Her home was this small house on the mountain.
Just then, the old man stepped out: “Little girl, you’re back. What happened? Why are you so injured?”
This was Grandpa Lu, the kind old man who had adopted this little girl. The lingering affection from the original body welled up, and she choked out: “Grandpa!”
Grandpa Lu seemed to sense something: “Child, you’ve awakened your spirit root!”
Wan Nguong didn’t understand what Grandpa Lu was saying. Grandpa Lu led her into the house and took out a spirit root testing stone. “You’ve just awakened your spirit root. Place your hand here, and I’ll see what attribute it is.”
Wan Nguong placed her hand as instructed and saw the spirit stone turn blue. Was it the water attribute? It froze.
Grandpa Lu, watching from beside her, smiled: “Excellent, it’s the ice attribute. Although you awakened it later than others, you awakened a mutated attribute. Good. Wait, why are there lightning bolts around it? What’s this?”
Wan Nguong stared blankly at the lightning within. She had been struck by lightning just then, and now this had appeared right after awakening?!? She didn’t know whether to be happy or sad.