Chapter 1

### Chapter 1: Picking Up a Treasure Led to a Transmigration

In the dead of night, a black figure appeared on the roof of a well-known European billionaire's mansion, completely wrapped in a black coat. Despite the night wind, the figure stood as still as a statue.

The black figure's name was Ao Shuang, who had grown up in an orphanage without parents. On Earth, he had a job in the 21st century that relied solely on skill: a professional assassin.

A week ago, Ao Shuang received a hit contract on a secret website, targeting a European billionaire. The reward was substantial, enough to support him for the rest of his life. Ao Shuang planned to retire after completing this job and never take another contract. In truth, he was already tired of the violent life and wanted to leave the underworld.

The blood-soaked dagger indicated that Ao Shuang had successfully completed the assassination. As he looked at the fresh blood on the dagger, an unusual excitement rose within him, as if his blood was boiling and bubbling!

Ao Shuang shook his head, "I should leave first."

Just as he was about to leave, he noticed a round, crystal-clear black bead roll out of the billionaire's pocket.

Ao Shuang thought that something a billionaire would carry close to his body must be valuable, so he picked up the "bead." As he was about to examine it closely, a black light suddenly burst from the bead, enveloping Ao Shuang...

In a state of chaos, Ao Shuang felt the surroundings gradually change. In his subconscious, a conversation appeared.

"Kid, who are you? How did you get in here?" A cold voice asked.

"Who are you?" Ao Shuang asked instinctively, trying to open his eyes but failing.

"Who am I?" The cold voice repeated, "I am Motian!"

"I am, I am Ao Shuang!" Ao Shuang took a deep breath and said loudly.

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"What's wrong? Where am I? My head hurts." Ao Shuang didn't know how long he had been asleep. When he woke up, he found himself in an unknown place. As a former assassin, he keenly sensed that he had never been here before.

The spacious bedroom was about 70 square meters, with intricate patterns on the walls. The doors, windows, and furniture had an ancient style. A beautifully dressed, good-looking noblewoman stood in front of him.

"Shuang, are you awake?" Ao Shuang looked at his hands and touched his face.

"Who are you?" Ao Shuang felt that he might have possessed someone else's body. "My head hurts!"

"What's wrong, Shuang? Don't scare your mother." The noblewoman, dressed in elegant and luxurious attire, sitting on a chair beside the bed, exclaimed.

Suddenly, Ao Shuang felt a foreign soul in his head. It was also named Ao Shuang. Through this soul, Ao Shuang gradually understood his current situation. This place was called the Lingyu Continent, and the city was called Qingyun City. He was in the Ao family, a small town in the northwest of the Lingyu Continent, which belonged to the Qingtian Dynasty.

The Ao family was one of the two major families in Qingyun City, the other being the Liu family. The graceful and elegant woman was the mother of this body, Yun Mengyi, and his father was Ao Tianhao, the current head of the Ao family.

"That, Mother, I'm fine, just a bit of a headache. Please go out, I'll rest for a while." Ao Shuang slowly woke up, but his mouth felt dry. On Earth, Ao Shuang was an orphan, with no parents, and had grown up in an orphanage.

Yun Mengyi looked at her son with concern, "I'm glad you're fine, I was so worried."

"Yes, Mother... I understand. I'll listen to you from now on. Please go out." Ao Shuang said with a forced smile.

"Shuang, rest. I'll go find a doctor to prescribe some medicine for you." Yun Mengyi wiped away her tears, pulled up the covers for Ao Shuang, and walked out of the room, looking back at him and making sure the door was closed.

Ao Shuang got out of bed and looked at himself in the bronze mirror. The face in the mirror was that of a 15-16-year-old boy, not particularly handsome but with clear eyes, arched eyebrows like stars, and thin lips devoid of emotion, but with a slight pallor.

Ao Shuang calmed down, organized his thoughts and memories. It seemed he had truly transmigrated to the Lingyu Continent, possessing the body of an Ao Shuang with the same name. As for why, Ao Shuang felt there was some predestined reason.

The memories of the two Ao Shuangs began to merge...

Ao Shuang gradually understood that the Lingyu Continent was a world where the strong ruled, and only the fittest survived. There were no airplanes or cannons, only spiritual energy and various spiritual artifacts and treasures. Martial arts were highly developed, and those who practiced martial arts could achieve physical strength and the ability to break stones and mountains at a basic level. At a higher level, it was said that they could control the sun and moon, support a world, and achieve immortality!

Ao Shuang thought to himself: He had read transmigration novels online before, where the protagonist would have some extraordinary encounters and become a dominant figure in a foreign land. However, this body was still weak, and the original owner's talent was not particularly good.

The door creaked open, and a man in his forties walked in. He had a stern appearance and was dressed in luxurious clothing. This was Ao Shuang's father, Ao Tianhao.

"How is my son? Are you okay?" Ao Tianhao asked, looking at his son.

"Much better, Father." Ao Shuang called someone "Father" for the first time, feeling a strange emotion.

"Yes, son, one's fate is predetermined. In the path of cultivation, one must proceed step by step and not be rash. There's no need to force it. You are intelligent and are already a second-level martial artist. Cultivate well, and in two months, aim to perform well in the clan competition, try to be in the top ten." As the head of the family, Ao Tianhao's tone always carried an authoritative and unyielding air, but Ao Shuang could still sense his father's concern.

"Yes, I understand, Father. You go rest." Just as Ao Tianhao was about to speak, Ao Shuang's mother, Yun Mengyi, entered with medicine. "Alright, you two talk. I have some matters to attend to on the other side."

"Yes," Ao Tianhao said and walked out.

Ao Shuang blocked the medicine Yun Mengyi was about to give him, "Mother, I want to drink some wine. I know my body, I'm fine, and I'm hungry. Could you bring me some wine?"

"Sure, I'll get it for you." Yun Mengyi left to prepare food and wine for Ao Shuang.

After a while, Yun Mengyi brought the wine and food and placed them on the zilin wood table before leaving.

Ao Shuang sat up in bed, put on his shoes, and stretched. "Crack, crack." The sound made him think: This body may not look great, but it's quite sturdy, much better than his original one.

Where did that black bead go? What is it, and how did it bring me to this foreign land?

He picked up the jade porcelain wine bottle and took a big gulp, "Ah, refreshing!" The fiery sensation traveled from his throat to his limbs. He took a few more gulps. In his previous life, due to his profession, he had to always be alert and could not afford to be careless.

Feeling the current weak body, Ao Shuang thought: The Lingyu Continent, where the strong rule, has a cruel survival law. Without powerful martial arts, it's hard to survive in this world. No, I must become stronger. I need to know why I'm here! Is it predestined, or something else... Perhaps, when I reach the peak of this world, I will find the answers I seek!

The 15-16-year-old boy's face still had a hint of youth, but his eyes were unusually determined.

That black bead brought me here. Right, where is that bead? Who was the person who spoke to me when I was unconscious? He seemed to call himself "Tian." Strange, why am I not getting drunk? Could it be that reaching the martial artist level has such an effect? Ao Shuang thought.

"Ha, there are many such effects. Not getting drunk is just a minor one." At that moment, a cold voice came from within him.

Ao Shuang keenly sensed that the speaker was very close.

Ao Shuang's body tensed, "Who's talking? Come out." He felt the voice was familiar.

"Ha ha, you don't need to be nervous. Turn your right leg back? Clench your fists? Arch your back? It won't work. I'm inside your body." The cold voice repeated.

"What? You're inside my body?" Even as a former assassin, Ao Shuang's actions were instinctive, but even he felt some tension when faced with the unknown.

"Who are you?" Ao Shuang asked.

"Good, you're not too panicked. You have some courage. Who am I? This is the second time you've asked, and I'll tell you again! I am a generation of demon sage, Motian!" The cold, arrogant voice came from within Ao Shuang's body!

"Motian?" Ao Shuang repeated the name and realized, "You are... the Motian who spoke to me when I was unconscious?"

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