As Meng Luoluo drove the long sword into her body and lost consciousness, her soul drifted once again into a void.
The figure in the void was no longer the woman in white, but a man dressed entirely in black. His pitch-black eyes were like stagnant water, devoid of any emotion.
Yet at this moment, he shook his head, sighed, and muttered to himself, "Sigh, this little ancestor is truly a headache."
With a wave of the man's hand, the wind and clouds shifted. The boundless void vanished, replaced by a patch of grassland dotted with green grass and trees, with some unknown varieties cultivated not far away.
A rocking chair and a wooden table sat beneath a tree. Holding a folding fan, the man gently waved it from time to time, occasionally taking a sip of tea.
Just then, Meng Luoluo slowly drifted back to consciousness.
Seeing her condition, the man said, "You're awake. Why go to such lengths? There was no need to seek death like this—you can't die anyway."
With that, the man tossed a book to Meng Luoluo.
He continued, "Read it while I explain things to you. Once we clear away this pile of trouble, it won't be too late to die."
"My name is Li Hunyuan. The continent where you are currently located is called the Hunyuan Continent. The largest power on this continent is the Four Regions realm you are about to enter."
"As the name implies, the Four Regions realm is a single landmass divided into four regions: Dongying Prefecture in the east, Yuzhou in the south, Mo Prefecture in the west, and Zhanzhou in the north."
"The place where you are right now is the Chaoyun Sect in Zhanzhou..."
Meng Luoluo asked, "So, what am I here to do?"
Li Hunyuan took a sip of tea, pointed at the book he had just thrown, and said, "You can look through it yourself. It's best if you memorize the whole thing; it will be useful to you later."
Meng Luoluo replied, "Oh..."
Li Hunyuan shook his head and went back to his tea.
***
Meng Luoluo opened the book, which had no title and no cover, and began to read slowly.
This was a world of immortality. In this book, she was a passerby with no real ability, no background, and certainly no one to cherish her.
The protagonist was the junior sister of the Chaoyun Sect, named Kong Qianqian. Kind and adorable in front of people, she actually committed every evil imaginable. Her senior brothers and sisters were all used by her, and in the end... there was no end.
Meng Luoluo slapped the book down onto the ground, looked at the person lying in the rocking chair, and said, "Uncle Yuan, you know it's a crime to write a novel with a rushed ending, right?"
Li Hunyuan thought, *...What a bizarre form of address.* But he didn't say it aloud.
Li Hunyuan said, "This so-called protagonist is a chess piece arranged by the powers above."
"You can think of it as rule-free power struggles among various factions, with the consequences borne by the people at the bottom."
"The ending of the novel is the Destruction of the continent. Regardless of the Demon Race, Human Race, Monster Clan, or others, not a single soul survives."
"The identity given to her by the higher-ups is the Child of Fortune."
Meng Luoluo sneered, "Heh, a white lotus, playing dirty games, brainless and sick."
Meng Luoluo grinned mischievously. "Uncle Yuan, I'll take this job, but you need to give me some chips. If you don't give enough, the person who causes the destruction of the continent might just end up being me."
Li Hunyuan thought to himself: *Tch, she really is an ancestor. Oh well, at least this is better than having the world refined out of existence.*
Meng Luoluo asked, "Have you figured it out yet, Uncle Yuan? Hehe."
He suddenly felt a bit like a bandit.
Li Hunyuan replied, "You possess your own inheritance, so your cultivation will depend entirely on your own efforts. I can give you a space where you can plant crops and keep living creatures, though it isn't very large. You'll need to work hard yourself to make it grow stronger."
"When necessary, I can play along with your act to fool the people down below."
Meng Luoluo exclaimed, "Wait, an inheritance? How come I didn't know I had such a thing? I'm not even from this world."
Li Hunyuan said, "You are from this world. As for the inheritance—back in your former world, you must have watched television dramas where they formed hand seals. You can take it out and try."
Meng Luoluo thought for a moment, then formed the hand seal that Mo Guniang had used on a certain night in a television drama. Suddenly, right beneath her feet, a seal formed that looked almost identical to the one she had seen on screen.
Meng Luoluo cried out in amazement, "Wow, how magical! Excellent, wielding a sword to roam the ends of the earth, I'm practically a legendary hero now. Hahaha, hahaha—*hic*."
Li Hunyuan thought, *...There's really no need for all that.*
Meng Luoluo asked, "Ah, wait—I've been here for so long, has my body rotted away already, or have I been buried?"
Li Hunyuan replied, "You finally remembered. Don't worry, you can rest easy. I adjusted the flow of time; twelve hours here is only one hour down below. They've already saved you, you just haven't woken up yet."
"Right, here are three letters for you. You won't be able to open them, and there's no need to be curious about what's inside. If the elders or the sect master of your sect give you a hard time, just hand the letters directly to them. They can save you from peril."
Li Hunyuan added, "Alright, read more books. Pay more attention to details. Although the ending isn't written, the details are still extremely useful and well worth studying. Details determine success or failure."
"It's best to memorize the book. If you can't memorize it, you can also copy it out once and take it down with you—this book is too ugly, so I don't suggest bringing it along."
Meng Luoluo opened her mouth to speak, closed it, opened it again, and ultimately said nothing at all.
Seeing right through her thoughts, Li Hunyuan immediately stated, "The people below won't be able to see the contents. In their eyes, this is a completely blank book. You can even write down things you don't want others to know, and aside from you, no one else will be able to see them."
Meng Luoluo said, "Well, aren't you full of good news. Thanks, Uncle Yuan."
Li Hunyuan sighed, "Ah, whatever, whatever. She's just a kid, after all."
Meng Luoluo stayed there for a while longer. She copied out every single piece of content in the book and even wrote down some things of her own.
Since she was in a spiritual body, she didn't feel hunger. Every day she simply looked at the scenery, copied books, slept, and occasionally even went over to cadge a cup of tea from Uncle Yuan.
Finally, Li Hunyuan grew utterly exasperated. When had a dignified Heavenly Dao of a world ever been taken advantage of so shamelessly? With a wave of his hand, he tossed Meng Luoluo back into the world.
Meng Luoluo left behind a "...".
She cursed and muttered, "Asking me to handle a matter for you, and you don't even know how to be polite. How old are you? So petty."
Li Hunyuan, who was in the middle of drinking tea, thought, *...*
*You drank two days' worth of my tea in a single day, and you expect me to be magnanimous? Drinking my tea, sleeping in my space, using my things, and you still have the nerve to call me petty?*
Following that, a muffled bolt of thunder rumbled down from the sky.
***
Fan Peak courtyard.
When Meng Luoluo woke up, her very first words were: "Fuck." A green plant.
The person standing guard outside the door heard the noise, rushed in frantically, and upon seeing that Meng Luoluo had awakened, hurried off to send word to the peak master.
Heaven knows how he had survived these past few days; the peak master's mood had been foul every single day. He had thought it would be an easy task, but instead he had lived in constant terror day and night.
Terrified that the peak master might slap him, he reminded himself that he was merely an outer sect disciple fulfilling a mission. Fortunately, she was awake now—his task was complete, and he could collect his spirit stones and leave.
...
Shen Huaishu, the master of Fan Peak, had just arrived at the doorway when she saw the little bean of a person clenching her hand into a fist, opening it, clenching it into a fist, and opening it again.
It wasn't until Shen Huaishu sat down beside the bed that the tiny Meng Luoluo finally raised her head and looked at the newcomer.
She thought: *Heh, what a great beauty, though the expression is freezing cold. Suddenly, I don't want to die quite as much.*
Outwardly, however, she maintained a blank expression, looking remarkably like a foolish child.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time. In the end, it was Shen Huaishu who broke the silence.
Shen Huaishu asked, "Do you have a name? Do you have family, and where do you live?"
*Why is this person running a household survey right out of the gate?* Meng Luoluo took back her previous thought—this person wasn't pretty at all. Thinking thus, she replied, "Meng Luoluo. I don't know where I live, and I don't know if I have family."
She certainly couldn't just blurt out, *I'm a transmigrator who didn't come from this world*, as that would be practically asking for a beating and would make people think she was a lunatic. She had no choice but to make something up on the spot, though it wasn't strictly a lie—in this world, that was indeed her situation.
Shen Huaishu said, "Very well. From now on, you are my fifth disciple. This is your courtyard. If you have any matters, you may come find your two senior brothers or find me."
Only then did Meng Luoluo look toward the two men standing behind Shen Huaishu.
Both men stepped forward in turn to introduce themselves to Meng Luoluo. Meng Luoluo also greeted her two senior brothers.
How should she put it regarding these two senior brothers? They were rather hard to judge. They weren't bad-looking; one looked completely devoid of life, while the other looked a bit like an over-enthusiastic nouveau riche husky.
With matters settled, everyone dispersed. Before leaving, Shen Huaishu gave repeated instructions to rest well and not to rush into cultivation.
*Living a second life, who knows what might happen? Perhaps the tragedy of my previous life is allowing me to start over and truly live. Whatever—as for what the future holds, no one can say for sure. Future, here comes Meng Luoluo...*
Thinking thus, Meng Luoluo drifted off to sleep.