Chapter 1: Wishing You a Lifetime of Happiness

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Qingyun Domain, Beast Mountain Range, Ningyue District!

Sparse wisps of smoke rose from the outskirts of Ningyue District, accompanied by gusts of howling cold wind. The once silent market gradually stirred awake after a long night.

It was now late autumn approaching winter, and the morning chill cut through the air like a sharp blade, piercing the skin with a biting cold.

Wang Chen was nearly frozen awake.

The drafty wooden cabin offered little warmth; the cold wind seeped in through the cracks, stealing away the scant heat left in his body.

"Damn! This weather could freeze a man to death!"

Muttering curses, Wang Chen instinctively reached out for the air conditioner remote.

After fumbling for a while, he quickly realized something was off.

Where had his memory foam mattress gone?

And where was his Els wool blanket?

Wang Chen suddenly opened his eyes wide, but the scene before him was not his spacious three-hundred-square-meter apartment. Instead, it was a narrow wooden cabin, constructed entirely of planks.

The cabin was so small he could see across it in one glance.

Apart from a wooden bed, a wooden table, and a few chairs, there was nothing else in sight!

Wang Chen was stunned!

Where was his genuine leather sofa set? Where was his fifty-inch widescreen TV? Why was everything gone?

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in again, causing Wang Chen to shiver reflexively.

His previously foggy mind cleared instantly.

Then, a flood of memories that did not belong to him surged into his mind, quickly making him understand his predicament.

"Damn it, I’ve transmigrated!"

"Damn! I have cars, a house, my company just went public, I’m a winner in life—why the hell did I transmigrate?!"

After standing there dazed for a long while, no matter how much Wang Chen resisted, he had no choice but to accept the reality of his transmigration.

Bad news: the body he had transmigrated into was in poor financial shape.

Good news: this body belonged to a cultivator!

Although the cultivation level was low, only at the second stage of Qi Refining.

Still, it was a cultivator who had stepped beyond the mundane world onto the path of immortality!

For a moment, Wang Chen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Through the memories left by his predecessor, it was clear that the previous owner was a lowly, overworked cultivator in the cultivation world; this was evident from the living conditions.

Material life was extremely meager.

But cultivation!

Throughout history, how many emperors sought the path of immortality? And now it was right here before him.

Compared to such an enormous opportunity, mere wealth seemed trivial.

Thinking of this, Wang Chen couldn’t help but smile.

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But the smile on his face barely lasted three seconds before a fierce pang of hunger surged from his stomach, making his limbs weak.

Reviewing the memories, he realized the previous owner hadn’t eaten for a full day and night—no wonder he was starving.

Though cultivators can sometimes endure fasting, that was only possible at the Foundation Establishment stage and above, not for a Qi Refining beginner like him.

Although his body was stronger than an ordinary person’s, he still needed to eat to sustain daily energy consumption.

Of course, unlike ordinary people who eat grains and cereals, as a cultivator, Wang Chen needed to consume spiritual food.

For cultivators, ordinary grains were full of impurities and lacked spiritual energy; they were neither filling nor palatable—more like chewing wax—and utterly inedible.

Any cultivator with some standards would never eat ordinary grains.

But clearly, Wang Chen’s new household had run out of supplies; otherwise, the previous owner wouldn’t have gone without eating.

Great, starving from the start—could any other transmigrator have it worse?

Wang Chen smiled bitterly, feeling a bit disheartened.

Just arrived, and he didn’t even know where to get food.

Was he really going to starve to death?

Just as Wang Chen fretted, there was a sudden knock at the door: knock, knock, knock.

“Who is it?”

Wang Chen asked, his face puzzled but still forcing himself out of bed toward the door.

When he opened it, a figure dressed in a green silk robe appeared before him.

Seeing her, memories surfaced in Wang Chen’s mind.

Leng Yue’er, Wang Chen’s childhood sweetheart.

When the previous owner’s parents were alive, their families were close. After their passing and the predecessor’s descent into a gambling addiction, the two families gradually lost contact.

“Yue’er, why have you come?”

Wang Chen’s expression was awkward, his gaze evasive.

Though he had just transmigrated, he inherited the predecessor’s memories and personality.

He naturally liked Leng Yue’er, but his own failures left him full of self-doubt.

This feeling had carried over to Wang Chen, making him unable to meet her gaze.

“Hmph!”

Leng Yue’er snorted softly, ignoring his awkwardness and stepping inside the cabin.

Looking around at the cold, barren interior with its empty stove and cold pots, disappointment flashed visibly across her eyes.

But soon, the trace of disappointment vanished.

She placed a cloth bag on the table and looked back at Wang Chen.

“This is the last time I’ll bring you food. My parents have found me a Daoist companion, so I probably won’t be coming anymore.”

Her tone was calm, as if speaking of something unrelated to herself.

Wang Chen’s heart clenched painfully, his expression instantly stiffening.

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“Y-you’re getting married?”

“Mm.”

“Well, that’s… great. I wish you a lifetime of happiness.”

Wang Chen stammered, his heart aching as if pierced by a knife.

They shouldn’t have ended like this, but because of his laziness and gambling, this was the inevitable conclusion.

Leng Yue’er said nothing, quietly watching him. After a long moment, she turned and walked toward the door.

Passing by Wang Chen, she paused and said, “Don’t gamble anymore. Live your life properly.”

With that, Leng Yue’er smiled to herself.

She had said this countless times before.

If Wang Chen could change, they would never have reached this point.

Just as she was about to leave, Wang Chen suddenly called out, “Wait!”

“What is it?”

Leng Yue’er stopped walking but didn’t look back.

Wang Chen searched his body and soon pulled out a vial of Qi Concentration Pills.

These pills had been purchased by the predecessor for cultivation.

Almost given away, but fortunately, Wang Chen held back at the last moment.

“This is for you.”

“Consider it my wedding gift. Thank you for these years.”

His tone was bitter; he didn’t know what else to say and couldn’t even bring himself to plead for her to stay.

Leng Yue’er listened quietly without responding.

After Wang Chen finished speaking, she left the Wang household.

Wang Chen stood at the door, watching her figure gradually disappear, his face full of unwillingness.

He wanted to say he was not the predecessor—that he would change.

But by the time Leng Yue’er vanished from sight, those words remained unspoken.

[Alert: Host has gifted female cultivator one vial of Qi Concentration Pills. Critical return system binding activated.]

[Female Cultivator: Leng Yue’er]

[Appearance: Stunning beauty that eclipses the moon and flowers]

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[Host has received one hundred vials of premium Qi Concentration Pills as a hundredfold critical return.]