Chapter 1: I Have Returned from the Cultivation World!

On the back mountain, at the peak of Yinyue.

Thunderclouds gathered, and the sound of their might echoed.

Song Tan, a spirit cultivator with dual water and wood spiritual roots from the Cangxuan World's Wentian Sect, had been cultivating spirit plants for a hundred years on the back mountain. Finally, she had the opportunity to break through!

However, she did not expect the thunder tribulation during the formation of her core to be so fierce, shattering her body and even splitting her soul into fragments.

In a daze, just before her soul dissipated, Song Tan saw countless scenes that were both familiar and strange—

Several cars were piled up haphazardly, flipped over.

Collisions, pain, screams.

A car had overturned, and oil was gradually seeping out onto the bridge.

People around were frantically pounding on the car windows. Her vision was clouded with blood, and she could neither move nor speak.

"Hey, is this 120? There's a multi-car accident on Ninghai Bridge..."

"Bang!"

"Get the driver out first, he's still breathing—"

"The girl's leg is stuck... someone help—"

"Quick, quick, there's a fuel leak, it might explode—"

Song Tan watched all this in a daze, not reacting for a moment. Was this... a heart demon?

But strangely, there was a girl in the car who held her attention firmly.

However, the girl was bleeding profusely and slowly closing her eyes, her breath faint. Song Tan could see the spiritual light in her body fading—her soul was about to dissipate.

In the next moment, Song Tan felt herself being pulled by something, and her scattered soul suddenly sank.

In a daze, a girl with snow-white skin and bright black eyes looked at her, her gaze filled with joy and comfort: "You're back."

What does that mean?

Just as Song Tan was about to ask, she saw her soul's spiritual light suddenly rush towards her shattered soul, and then they tightly merged.

Past life, present life...

She remembered!

This wasn't a heart demon!

She had returned! From the cultivation world back to the moment of her impending death in the modern world!

This was her past life! She was originally Song Tan, who died in a car accident and then lost her memory, arriving in the Cangxuan World. She grew up from a village girl, striving to cultivate, and eventually entered the Wentian Sect.

For over a hundred years, she never stopped cultivating, all to break through and protect herself in the perilous cultivation world...

She was Song Tan!

...

However, the impact was too severe, and the pain in her body was unbearable. In her past life, she had died in this car accident...

No, no!

Song Tan struggled to draw on the scarce spiritual energy around her, trying to repair her body.

The thin spiritual energy slowly circulated in her body, painstakingly repairing her damaged organs and body.

When she finally managed to open her bloodshot eyes, she saw a man's face, handsome yet tense, right in front of her.

He was too close; Song Tan could see his dark brown eyes and especially thick eyelashes. A small mole on his forehead was perfectly positioned.

He gritted his teeth and managed to speak:

"Don't be afraid! I'm pulling you out now—"

Someone behind them shouted hoarsely: "Quick, quick, it's on fire, it's on fire—"

"Hold on!"

The man holding her whispered, sweat from his forehead and cheeks dripping onto Song Tan's face.

Her body was being pulled forward with increasing force, and every part of her body was in pain, even her soul felt as if it was being tightly pulled, merging with this body.

In the next moment!

"Explosion—"

The screams around her grew more terrified!

"Bang!"

Her heavy body was thrown out, and she trembled, already unconscious.

...

When she woke up again, three heads poked out from the side of the bed. The one in front was a middle-aged doctor with thinning hair but clear eyes:

"How are you feeling now?"

Song Tan's gaze fell on the badge on his chest—

A particularly lifelike headshot

Ning Province First People's Hospital

Attending Physician: Zhang Yuan

She stared at the badge, memories from her past life flowing through her mind. At this moment, she was both the cultivator Song Tan and the ordinary person Song Tan.

With her soul merged, past and present, after over a hundred years, she had finally returned.

The hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the spiritual energy was as thin as a thread. She focused her mind and silently recited her cultivation technique, but it took a long time for just a few threads of spiritual energy to slowly move over.

Song Tan sighed in relief—she could still cultivate.

If she could cultivate, she could protect herself. After all, she had cultivated spirit plants for over a hundred years, so supporting herself was no problem.

Looking at the doctor waiting for her answer, Song Tan opened her mouth, a bit awkwardly:

"Still... okay."

The intern on the left obediently handed her the medical record, and the newly appointed attending physician quickly wrote, mimicking his seniors, while smiling warmly:

"Our examination results are good, miss. You're very lucky! In the multi-car accident, you only have a minor concussion from a head injury, but otherwise, you're fine."

"You can be discharged in a day or two."

"However, the scene was chaotic, and your phone in your clothes couldn't be turned on. Since your injuries weren't severe, we haven't notified your family yet."

Family...

Three honest faces flashed through Song Tan's mind.

She subconsciously touched her head, recalling the accident scene, and quickly asked:

"I remember a man saved me at the time. How is he now?"

In her past life, she had lost consciousness at the moment of the accident and didn't know if anyone had saved her.

But now...

The attending physician hesitated: "Half an hour ago, 18 injured people were transferred to our hospital. According to the firefighters, you were pulled out of the car by a young man, right?"

Song Tan nodded.

The doctor hesitated: "He... is not in danger. He's from out of town and was taken to a higher-level hospital by his family."

Song Tan felt a wave of relief.

"Can you give me his or his family's contact information? I want to thank him in person."

The favor of saving her life was a great debt, whether for the 23-year-old Song Tan or the Song Tan who had cultivated for countless years.

Even in the Cangxuan World, this was a significant favor that needed to be repaid with all her efforts.

The doctor shook his head: "That gentleman saved several people. His family arrived and said there was no need to thank him, so they didn't want to reveal any contact information."

"Which hospital did he go to?"

"He was taken to the Imperial Benevolence Hospital."

Song Tan nodded and didn't press further.

She thought—she hadn't fully adapted to this place yet. Once she gathered enough spiritual energy to cultivate, she would use divination to find her benefactor.

...

The doctors left, and Song Tan found the air in the hospital hard to breathe. The spiritual energy was scarce, clearly not a good place for cultivation.

She subconsciously felt under her pillow, but it was empty.

Of course, her bag had been burned in the accident, including her ID.

She tentatively reached out and opened the drawer by her bed, and sure enough, found a phone with a broken screen.

The screen was mostly shattered, but after a night in the drawer, it somehow managed to turn on when Song Tan fumbled with it.

She opened the interface and saw a green app with a red 99+ message notification, and a blue one making a terrifying ding-dong sound.

She instantly felt averse.

A cultivator's sixth sense could help them avoid many bad things, Song Tan thought:

This message is definitely not good! Better not to look!

What she needed to do now was to play with her phone, which she hadn't seen for over a hundred years, and she was eager to do so.

So she swiped down, accidentally opening an app with a note-like icon.

"Vibrate, start a better life!"

Song Tan: ...

Since it's already open, I'll just take a look...

[This book is first published on Qidian Women's Network. Most of the wild vegetables, fruits, and rural tools mentioned in the text are illustrated in this chapter, sourced from Baidu and Taobao. Click on the corresponding paragraphs to see the images. Everyone is welcome to contribute more images. The sources will be listed in the author's note, and those interested can look them up themselves.]

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