Chapter 1: Rebirth by Chance

Pain, a pain as if all her bones were shattered. Wasn't she dead? Why was she still in such agony?

Yun Xianglu struggled to open her eyes, only to see a dim space. On both sides were towering rocks, with a beam of light shining down. She could also hear the sound of flowing water.

She realized she was lying on a large rock. Where was this place?

She wanted to get up and take a look, but the pain in her body intensified as soon as she moved, and she couldn't move at all. She was a bit dazed.

Even though she had been a sickly child since birth, the Yun family, being an ancient martial and medical family, had the means to sustain her life with expensive herbs. Although she only lived to the age of thirteen, her body was merely frail. How could she be in such pain after dying?

At this moment, a memory not her own appeared in her mind. She was stunned. After her death, she didn't go to the Yellow Springs or drink the forgetfulness soup; instead, she was directly reborn in a cultivation world where the strong were revered, into the body of a girl who had just been openly and shamelessly killed by many other girls.

The original owner was also named Yun Xianglu, and she was also thirteen years old. She was the only daughter of Yun Chengye, the second son of the old general of the Imperial Guard of the Tian Shun Empire on the Tian Qian Continent.

Yun Xianglu's life before the age of ten was quite happy, but after her parents' incident when she was ten, her life became a living hell.

This time, the first major sect of the continent, the Qing Yun Sect, came to the Tian Shun Empire to select disciples, choosing only ten people. All the young men and women under the age of fifteen from the major families in the capital who had awakened their human souls entered the Tian Shun Empire's royal training ground for testing. The last ten people remaining would be selected.

In this world, cultivation is divided into nine levels: Scholar, Yuan, Spirit, King, Venerable, Sect, Emperor, Saint, and God. Each level has nine sub-levels.

The Scholar level is the entry level, but cultivation truly begins at the Yuan level. This is because one must first form a Yuan Baby to break through to the Yuan level, which is the foundation of a cultivator's cultivation, even more important than a Spirit Root.

The original owner, after awakening her human soul at birth, had only cultivated to the ninth level of the Scholar level in thirteen years, never forming a Yuan Baby and failing to break through to the Yuan level. Most people of her age had already reached the Yuan level or higher, so she was mocked as a waste.

With her cultivation level, it was impossible for her to be selected. She didn't want to come, but the people of the Yun family wanted to use this opportunity to get rid of her, the waste, so she was forced to come.

The current situation of the original owner was the result of being schemed against in broad daylight.

Yun Xianglu sighed. At least the original owner had a healthy body that she had always longed for in her previous life, even though her current condition was not good.

The first priority now was to deal with her physical condition; otherwise, she would die again.

Yun Xianglu had been attacked from above and fell down. Although she reacted quickly and used her Spirit Power to cushion her fall, the Spirit Power of a Scholar level cultivator was not very effective, and she was severely injured.

In her previous life, she was born weak and could do nothing, but the Yun family was an ancient martial family, primarily focused on medicine. She had started learning medicine from a young age and was known as a medical genius. Therefore, she was very clear about her current physical condition: her tendons and bones were all broken, and she was a mess of flesh. The original owner had died from excessive blood loss.

Even in the Yun family, such injuries were incurable, but here it wasn't difficult. A third-grade restoration pill could do the trick. She had one, stored in a storage ring, but unfortunately, she couldn't move. Even if she could summon it with her mind, she couldn't open her mouth to take it.

What to do?

Since she couldn't move and couldn't take the pill, and no one would come to save her, she could only save herself. The only way to do that was to cultivate.

The original owner had cultivated the ancient cultivation method, Pangu Flower Bloom, which had three major stages. She had been stuck at the first stage of forming a Yuan Baby for ten years, so her cultivation level had never advanced.

She had never understood why others could easily form a Yuan Baby, but for her, it was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

Yun Xianglu clearly perceived the original owner's ten years of frustration and resentment.

Putting aside these emotions, she closed her eyes and tried to cultivate according to the original owner's method, to see if she could cultivate.

From the original owner's memories, she knew that as long as she could cultivate, her injuries could be slowly healed. Once she could move, she could take the pill.

Although her body was severely injured, fortunately, her dantian was intact. Inside, five weak little saplings, her Spirit Roots, were withering.

The original owner had been tested at the age of three and found to have five Spirit Roots. The fewer Spirit Roots one had, the better, as human energy was limited and it was impossible to cultivate all Spirit Roots well. Therefore, a single Spirit Root, without special circumstances, would not achieve a low level, while five Spirit Roots were considered a waste.

Yun Xianglu was not discouraged. After all, she could still cultivate, and if her Spirit Roots were weak, she could make up for it with effort.

With a thought, she began to absorb Spirit Qi into her body. She had expected it to be difficult, but to her surprise, she did it with a single thought. She was familiar with everything about the original owner, as if she had experienced it herself.

Without time to think more, the Spirit Qi entered her body and rushed straight to her dantian. The dantian, like a long-dry land receiving spring rain, began to absorb the Spirit Qi crazily, and the Spirit Qi in the area gathered around her.

This feeling was incredible!

The dantian was quickly filled with Spirit Qi, and a golden light orb appeared, gradually forming the shape of a baby.

Yun Xianglu was overjoyed. A Yuan Baby! This was the formation of a Yuan Baby. As long as she formed a Yuan Baby, she would pass the first stage of Pangu Flower Bloom and begin her true cultivation journey.

Although she was overjoyed, she remained calm and continued to absorb Spirit Qi. At this moment, she could not be interrupted; if she was, her cultivation path would be completely cut off.

A Yuan Baby can only be formed once in a lifetime.

The golden light orb slowly became clearer, and the amount of Spirit Qi needed increased. Not only from the area where she was, but the Spirit Qi from the entire royal training ground began to flow towards her.

At this time, there were only about thirty people left in the training ground, but only ten would ultimately remain, so the competition was still intense.

A group of young men and women, although they noticed the unusual Spirit Qi, did not pay much attention, thinking it was someone who had triggered a chance to advance.

Their primary goal now was to become one of the ten who would remain.

They formed small groups, working together to force the isolated individuals out of the royal training ground.

The number of people remaining gradually decreased.

Yun Xianglu was very grateful that the original owner had fallen down here. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for her to form a Yuan Baby smoothly, and those who wanted her dead would not have allowed her to form a Yuan Baby.

Time passed, and the Yuan Baby's features became clear, looking exactly like Yun Xianglu. Only then did she realize that the original owner looked just like her.

Same name, same age, and the same appearance. Could there be such a coincidence in the world?

(End of Chapter)