Chapter 1

In the dim and damp rented room, a thin young man lay on the bed, his eyes tightly closed. In a daze, he felt a small hand gently scratching his face, making his nose itch. He vaguely heard a childish voice babbling in his ear.

Lin Fan's head moved slightly, and then he suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath, his eyes filled with red bloodshot and a hint of confusion.

"Where... where am I?"

Just after waking up, Lin Fan felt as if his head was being pierced by needles, the pain almost unbearable. He slowly raised his right hand to his forehead and took a few seconds to regain his composure before he noticed the state of the room.

This was a small room less than twenty square meters in size, with dark curtains tightly covering the windows, making the room dimly lit. The walls were not tiled but simply painted white, with a few yellowed celebrity posters stuck on them. The furnishings were very simple: a double bed, a bedside table, and a dirty cloth wardrobe. Apart from these, there were no other large items.

The floor was extremely messy, with clothes, shoes, and socks scattered about, cigarette butts littered everywhere, and numerous empty bottles and cans thrown around. At the entrance, there were a few empty instant noodle containers. There was no place to step in the room, and the enclosed space was filled with an indescribable stench—a mix of cigarette smoke, foot odor, alcohol, and instant noodles, making the entire room suffocating.

It was hard to imagine that such a dirty, messy, and foul-smelling place, worse than a pigsty, could be habitable.

N: 0/D

After surveying the room, Lin Fan suddenly thought of something, his eyes widening in shock.

"Is... is this... Earth?"

"Earth? Why am I on this unfamiliar planet?"

"I clearly remember failing to transcend the tribulation, my protective divine artifacts destroyed, unable to withstand the final Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. How did I end up here?"

"Could it be... I have been transported to another world?"

A hint of shock flashed in Lin Fan's eyes. Even with his thousands of years of experience in the cultivation world, he could not comprehend what had happened to him.

Although Lin Fan found it hard to accept, the truth was that Lin Fan, the prodigy of the cultivation world, who reached the Tribulation Transcending stage in just three thousand years and triggered the most powerful and terrifying Nine Nine Heavenly Tribulation, failed to transcend due to an unstable foundation and was unable to withstand the final Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. In front of countless spectators, he was obliterated by the divine thunder, his physical body destroyed, and his soul transported to another world. At the same time, a young man on Earth with the same name and surname as him died from excessive drinking, and thus his soul appeared in the body of this "Lin Fan" on Earth.

"Daddy, you're finally awake. Qiqi is hungry, Qiqi wants to eat yoyo..."

Just as Lin Fan's mind was in chaos, a childish voice sounded. Lin Fan then noticed a little girl lying on his chest, her chubby little hand gently tugging at his beard.

"You... what did you call me?" Lin Fan frowned, asking instinctively.

The little girl blinked her big eyes at Lin Fan, a hint of confusion in her gaze. She said in a childish voice, "Daddy, you're Daddy..."

Lin Fan looked at the little girl, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. He pouted and said, "Little girl, I'm not your dad. Don't call me that."

Hearing this, the little girl's mouth pouted, looking at Lin Fan with a timid and hurt expression. Her big eyes were filled with委屈 (grievance). With her young mind, she couldn't understand why her daddy wouldn't admit to being her daddy. Could it be that she was naughty, and her daddy didn't want her anymore?

Thinking this, the little girl's eyes misted over, her eyes watery and on the verge of tears, looking pitiful.

Seeing the little girl's hurt expression, Lin Fan couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart, a sense of indescribable guilt welling up. It seemed that making this little princess sad was an unforgivable sin.

Lin Fan carefully examined the little girl lying on his chest. She was about four or five years old, wearing a pink princess dress, with two cute pigtails. Her face was delicate and finely chiseled, with a small, delicate nose and cherry lips as thin as willow leaves. Her eyes were like gemstones, clear and bright, and her long eyelashes fluttered when she spoke, making her look like a doll, very cute.

In contrast, Lin Fan was a complete slob. His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and his beard was unkempt, not shaved for who knows how long. His face was dull, with dark circles under his eyes. He wore loose shorts and a black tank top, and his body emitted a faint sour smell. Although he was only in his mid-twenties, he looked listless and worn out, exuding a sense of decadence from head to toe.

"Huh? Could she be this Lin Fan's daughter?"

Lin Fan thought to himself. Suddenly, his mind "buzzed," and countless pieces of information flooded his brain, causing a sharp pain. His body twitched, and he clutched his head, suppressing a groan, his forehead veins bulging, his face contorted in agony.

"Ugh!"

Seeing Lin Fan's painful expression, the little girl became anxious, shaking his body and crying, "Daddy, Daddy, what's wrong?"

The childish "Daddy" sounded in Lin Fan's ears like a refreshing rain after a long drought, calming his heart and gradually easing the pain in his head. The information about this body's twenty-year life was fully absorbed and digested by Lin Fan.

With the fusion of memories from two lifetimes, Lin Fan learned everything about the original owner of this body.

Despite his current wretched state, Lin Fan's background was terrifying. The Lin family was one of the four major families in Xia Country, and Lin Fan's father, Lin Zhen Tian, was the head of the Lin family, a man whose influence could make the entire Xia Country tremble. However, three years ago, Lin Zhen Tian suddenly died, plunging the Lin family into unprecedented chaos. They had to bring out the long-retired old patriarch to take control. Later investigations revealed that the murderer of Lin Zhen Tian was actually Lin Fan's birth mother, Lin Zhen Tian's original wife, Bai Ling Xuan! Her motive was to make Lin Fan the head of the Lin family as soon as possible, to inherit the vast family. When this was revealed, everyone was shocked, and the old patriarch was so angry that he almost fainted. Bai Ling Xuan was imprisoned in the Lin family's secret dungeon, and Lin Fan was expelled from the family, falling from the lofty position of the Lin family's young master to a castaway overnight.

Originally, Lin Fan was a complete playboy, indulging in debauchery and having no skills to survive. After being expelled from the Lin family, he had no basic survival skills. Fortunately, someone sent him money every month, though not much—only five thousand yuan—but it was enough to maintain his basic living.

After understanding all this, Lin Fan's gaze turned cold, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.

The previous "Lin Fan" was a clueless, aimless person, but the current Lin Fan could see through the situation. Lin Zhen Tian was not killed by his mother. In the original owner's memory, his mother was a gentle and refined woman who wouldn't even step on an ant, let alone commit such a heinous act. This was definitely a conspiracy, a massive conspiracy. The murder of the current head of the family and the expulsion of the first in line to inherit the position were clearly for a specific purpose. In the cultivation world, there were many examples of people committing fratricide and patricide to seize power. There must be a hidden secret behind the Lin family's situation.