One after another, unfamiliar memories surged into Lin Yongmao's mind.
This person was also named Lin Yongmao.
...
You were born into a Cultivation Family—the Lin Family, and you are a fourth-generation descendant of the Lin Family.
At seven years old, you were found to have dual wood and water Spiritual Roots, causing a temporary sensation in the Family.
At eight years old, you successfully guided Qi into your body, becoming a first-level Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator.
By the time you were sixteen, you had already Cultivated to the fourth level of the Qi Refinement Stage.
A few days ago, your cousin schemed to have you replace him as a Utility Disciple of the Qinglan Sect.
After arriving at Qinglan Sect, because you were too handsome, you were beaten to severe injury and near death by three Inner Sect Disciples of Qinglan Sect.
...
Two youths dressed in green robes carried a corpse, moving swiftly towards a cloud-shrouded mountain peak at an unusual speed.
As they walked, they complained, "How unlucky! I knew we shouldn't have gone for the kill. Now we have to clean up this mess ourselves."
"He's just a Disciple from a small Family, yet the Sect wants us to return his corpse to his Family. This is too much..."
"Although it's a small Family, it has intricate connections with the Sect. We should still do our job diligently!"
"..."
Besides his throbbing head and the many memories that weren't originally his, Lin Yongmao also felt intense pain in every part of his body.
However, his rationality told him not to cry out. It was better for him to continue maintaining the state of a "corpse."
"Wasn't I working overtime for three consecutive nights to finish a proposal, and then fainted from exhaustion at my desk? How did I end up here?"
"Could it be that I Transmigrated?"
"Soul Transmigration"
"Cultivation World"
These keywords immediately appeared in Lin Yongmao's Sea of Consciousness. He had read countless novels with similar plots and quickly understood his current predicament.
"This is a terrible start!"
"I soul transmigrated into a Disciple of a small Cultivation Family, and I'm seriously injured. Fortunately, my Spiritual Root isn't bad..."
...
A few hours later, Lin Yongmao was carried by two Qinglan Sect Disciples to a mountain peak shrouded in vast clouds.
This should be the Cultivation Family—the Lin Family.
Although he dared not open his eyes, and even tried to restrain his breathing, he still felt the fresh air around him.
There was even a faint Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.
Soon, Lin Family Clan Head Lin Yuhuan, upon hearing the news, personally came out to greet the two Disciples of Qinglan Sect.
"Two young friends, this is..."
Seeing the situation before him, Lin Yuhuan was somewhat at a loss.
One of the Qinglan Sect Disciples, seeing that the Lin Family Clan Head was actually a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, immediately shed some of his casual demeanor.
He politely said, "Senior Lin, the Utility Disciple your Family sent to our Qinglan Sect this time was beaten for causing trouble. The Elder pitied him, so he specifically sent us to return his corpse."
Lin Yuhuan's expression was very grim, his lips twitching slightly, but he quickly composed himself and said, "Thank you, two young friends! Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"
"No need, we're busy returning to the Sect to report!"
The two Qinglan Sect Disciples didn't want to say anything more. After putting down Lin Yongmao's "corpse," they bid farewell and left.
"Yongmao..."
Lin Yuhuan called out mournfully.
Lin Yongmao was someone he had watched grow up. How could he not feel distressed seeing him in this state now?
Fortunately, with his Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivation, he could still sense Lin Yongmao's faint breathing.
"Go quickly and call Yucheng and Yuying. Their son has had an accident..." Lin Yuhuan hurriedly instructed the Family members beside him.
Soon, two figures rushed over like the wind.
"Yongmao..."
The newcomers were Lin Yongmao's father, Lin Yucheng, and his mother, Han Yuying.
Seeing their son's current state, their emotions were already on the verge of collapse, their eyes and faces covered in hot tears.
His mother, Han Yuying, cried as she spoke, "I didn't want him to go to Qinglan Sect no matter what, but he insisted that there were Opportunities in a big Sect. Now look what happened..."
His father, Lin Yucheng, quickly interjected, "My dear, this is not the time for accusations. Our Yongmao is already..."
Lin Yuhuan comforted them, "Fourth Brother and Sister-in-law, don't be too anxious. Yongmao still has a breath left!"
"Don't worry, as long as he's still breathing, we'll save him, even if it means using all the Heaven And Earth Treasure!"
Lin Yongmao had regained some consciousness and knew he was safe, but he still didn't open his eyes.
Because it was really tiring... and it hurt so much...
Now he could finally get some good sleep.
...
When Lin Yongmao woke up again, he was already lying on a warm and comfortable bed. This was his old room, and a pungent herbal smell permeated the air.
He opened his eyes. There was no one in the room, but there was prepared food and several bowls of medicinal soup.
These were not Lin Yongmao's main focus. He directed his gaze to a Bronze Hoe in the corner of the room.
Because the Bronze Hoe was emitting a dazzling nine-colored light.
According to the original owner's memories, this was just a broken piece of copper that his father, Lin Yucheng, had casually picked up during a Hunting Demon Team expedition, and then transformed into a hoe.
This was not a Magical Artifact or a Spiritual Artifact, but rather it was placed in the corner of the room because it was Lin Yongmao's childhood toy.
But at this moment, when Lin Yongmao looked at it again, it was emitting a mysterious nine-colored light.
"Is this my Golden Finger?"
Lin Yongmao ignored his pain and scrambled towards the corner of the room, finally grasping the mottled, rusty Bronze Hoe in his hand.
There were still traces of blood on his hand that hadn't completely dried. He quickly smeared the blood onto the Bronze Hoe.
Didn't the novels all say that one could recognize a master by dripping blood?
"Ding~"
A crisp sound rang in his Sea of Consciousness, and the Bronze Hoe transformed into a stream of light and flew into Lin Yongmao's Sea of Consciousness.
At that very instant, Lin Yongmao's injuries miraculously healed completely.
"Shennong Check-in System is activating..."
Shennong Check-in System:
You can check in daily within the Family's residential area to receive random rewards. Continuous check-ins for 30, 100, or 365 days can trigger 2x, 5x, or 10x critical strikes.
Note:
1. The first check-in triggers a 10,000x critical strike.
2. Rewards obtained from check-ins are related to your Luck value.
3. More System functions can be activated upon meeting specific conditions.
"Shennong Check-in System activated. Would you like to check in? (First check-in can trigger a 10,000x critical strike.)"
"Check in!"
Lin Yongmao said excitedly.
His Golden Finger had finally arrived.
"Check-in successful. Congratulations, you have received 【Sleeping World Tree Seed】 x 1."
In Lin Yongmao's hand, there was a dark green seed the size of a longan. The vitality contained within the seed could even accelerate the circulation of the Spiritual Qi in his body.
"Is this the World Tree Seed?"
Just as Lin Yongmao wanted to examine it further, there was a knock on the door. It was Lin Yongmao's mother, Han Yuying.
Lin Yongmao quickly shoved the seed casually into his pocket.
"Yongmao, I'm coming in."
The door opened, and a weary-looking Han Yuying walked into the room.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Lin Yongmao lying on the floor of the room and quickly helped him up with a pained expression.
While helping Lin Yongmao onto the bed, Han Yuying quietly sobbed.
"It's all mine and your father's fault for not protecting you well and letting you suffer so much..."
Lin Yongmao couldn't stand to see a woman cry. He panicked for a moment and didn't know what comforting words to say.
"From now on, you just stay with your father and me. Don't go anywhere else."
"With our abilities, supporting you is absolutely no problem."
Indeed!
According to the original owner's memories, Lin Yongmao's father, at Qi Refining Stage (Great Perfection), was the captain of the Lin Family Hunting Squad; his mother was the Family's only Second-Order Spiritual Planter, and several important spirit plants of the Family were cultivated by her.
The Cultivation World was truly too chaotic. Staying in the Family and living a comfortable life should be the best choice.
Lin Yongmao nodded foolishly and quickly.
