TBIP: Chapter 1

TL Note: Hello everyone, welcome to the new novel I have picked up to translate! This is a long and slow-paced cultivation novel. Some parts might seem dragged out, but I think those who like traditional cultivation novels will like this. I hope you enjoy!

“Lou Xingyao, go to hell!”

The moment Lou Xingyao walked out of the office hall of his unit, he heard a sinister curse. Then there was a cold stabbing pain in his chest.

He looked down subconsciously and found that a fruit knife had been inserted into the heart of his left chest at some point.

If he could maintain this state and be sent to the hospital in time, he should still be able to survive…

His professional habit instantly made Lou Xingyao make a judgment. Then the next moment, the handle of the knife was pulled out forcefully, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

The scarlet blood not only dyed the white shirt on Lou Xingyao’s body red but also dyed his eyes red.

It seemed that he really couldn’t survive this time.

The moment this thought passed through Lou Xingyao’s mind, darkness hit his brain. In the last moment before he fell unconscious, what entered his eyes were the criminal’s crazy eyes filled with monstrous hatred.

It wasn’t known how long it took before Lou Xingyao’s wandering consciousness gradually woke up in another body on another continent.

“How can I survive? Has the current medical technology developed to this point?”

This was the first thought that came to Lou Xingyao’s mind after he woke up.

As for the second thought, it was that he would never let the criminal go. If he didn’t sue the other person and put him in jail, he would write the words ‘Lou Xingyao’ backward!

Just as Lou Xingyao was looking at the somewhat drafty roof above his head, thinking about which lawyer friend he should find to increase the sentence of the criminal to the maximum extent, he realized that something was wrong and suddenly sat up from the bed.

Drafty roof?

Was there a hospital in A City with such poor infrastructure?

At this time, Lou Xingyao finally realized that he hadn’t felt any discomfort since he woke up. It felt as if he had never been stabbed in the heart.

He subconsciously lowered his head and raised his hand to touch the injured part of his left chest. The skin he touched was smooth. Where was the injury?

At the same time, Lou Xingyao found that his body seemed to have shrunk a lot.

He looked at the pair of hands that didn’t belong to him and even had a hint of softness. Finally, he looked at the unfamiliar environment around him.

Transmigration!

Lou Xingyao once used to like online novels very much when he was studying. He was familiar with the materials that often appeared in online novels.

But Lou Xingyao came from a wealthy family and had excellent academic performance. He had been a ‘model child’ since he was young. After growing up, he broke the record of his predecessors and became the youngest professor of forensic medicine in A City. He was also invited to join the A City police headquarters after graduation. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that he was a child of destiny.

The only regret was that his parents died early, leaving only his grandfather to rely on. However, the grandfather and grandson got along very harmoniously. They tolerated and understood each other, almost never having red faces with each other. It could be said to be a warm family.

Therefore, even in the years when the concept of transmigration was popular, Lou Xingyao never fantasized about becoming one of them.

However, life was like this. Such a thing happened to him.

The novels he had read also made Lou Xingyao understand that he couldn’t go back.

At this moment, he could only be thankful that he had been alone for a long time. His grandfather, who depended on each other, had passed away a few years ago. His close friends all had their own families. Even if he transmigrated now, it wouldn’t cause too many people to miss him.

As for the one who initiated his transmigration…

He only had time to see the other person’s eyes clearly before he lost consciousness, but it was enough for him to confirm the other person’s identity. He was the father of the murderer in a homicide case he was responsible for half a year ago.

The murderer might’ve escaped if it hadn’t been for the autopsy report of the victim issued by Lou Xingyao, which provided key clues.

For Lou Xingyao, this was just a normal job. The reason why he had such a deep memory of the murderer’s father was because at the trial scene of the original verdict, a colleague reminded him that the other person’s eyes when looking at him were a bit wrong and asked him to be careful.

Lou Xingyao took a quick look at the other person’s eyes once his colleague reminded him. The eyes at that time were no different from when he took action.

But at that time, he hadn’t cared about it. He just thought that his life was a straight line between work and home. No matter whether it was the city’s police station where he worked or the unit community where he lived, the security force shouldn’t be underestimated. It was impossible for that person to attack him in front of the police.

However, the facts proved that he sometimes couldn’t talk too much. Some people really dared to do it!

The only thing that made Lou Xingyao feel relieved was that when he was killed, he hadn’t completely left the unit, and the surrounding surveillance was complete. The other party definitely wouldn’t be able to escape the pursuit.

Taking action in the police station could be said to have a very bad impact and would have serious consequences. Most likely, the culprit would be buried with his original body.

Lou Xingyao thought of this, and the depression in his chest slightly dissipated.

After spending some time accepting the reality of his transmigration, Lou Xingyao started to look at the environment in front of him.

From the architectural style of the house in front of him to the style of the clothes on his body, he had obviously transmigrated to ancient times.

Lou Xingyao realized this and felt a slight pain in his head.

Family members knew their own situation the best. Let’s not talk about the inconvenience caused by the lack of modern facilities such as circuits and networks. Just look at the feudal level of ancient China. Once others found that the soul within the body had been replaced, he would inevitably be regarded as a monster and burned to death.

He hadn’t obtained the memory of the original owner of this body after waking up, and had no way to imitate it.

However, he couldn’t stay in his room all the time.

The rice jar in the house had been empty for a long time. If he didn’t go out to restock, he would starve to death before being regarded as a monster.

It was impossible to pin his hopes on such an illusory thing as the original owner being extremely socially anxious and having no one who was familiar with him.

Lou Xingyao’s eyes moved. The moment he saw the stone that the original owner used to pad the table legs, his eyes paused for a moment.

How about… hitting himself on the head? He could tell the outside world that he accidentally hit his head and didn’t remember what happened before.

In this way, he had an excuse even if others discovered the difference between him and the original owner.

As an experienced forensic doctor, Lou Xingyao knew better than anyone what type of operation could make the injury look serious when only the skin was actually injured.

The motive was clear and the plan was feasible! Lou Xingyao went straight forward to take the stone out from under the broken table leg.

Bang—!

As the stone fell, Lou Xingyao felt dizzy, and his head hurt, as if he had suffered a strong impact.

He felt the pain that was completely inconsistent with his expectations, and Lou Xingyao’s thoughts were dazed.

How could such a skinny body have so much strength?

After an unknown amount of time, the pain on the top of his head started to gradually subside. Lou Xingyao’s sense of reason finally started to return.

Before Lou Xingyao could reflect on his reckless behavior, he found that there were many strange images in his mind.

This seemed to be… the memories of the original owner?

In just a moment, Lou Xingyao determined the source of these strange images.

So what was the point of the act of self-harm just now?

Looking at the blood-stained ‘weapon’ in his hand, Lou Xingyao was speechless.

Still, his memories only appeared after he hit himself with the stone. This trigger mechanism was like the Chinese people’s repair of old electrical appliances. If it was broken, just hit it, and it would be fixed.

So if he hadn’t done that just now, would these memories not have appeared?

After thinking about it for a long time without any results, Lou Xingyao stopped worrying about this philosophical question that made people bald. He started to look through the memories of the original owner.

What Lou Xingyao didn’t expect was that he hadn’t transmigrated to ancient times. He actually came to a world of immortal cultivation called Tianming Continent.

Immortal cultivation!

This was the ultimate fantasy engraved in the bones of Chinese people!

Who hadn’t, as a child, draped a sheet over their shoulders, grabbed a feather duster at home, and imagined themselves as a chivalrous person walking the world with a sword?

Now those unrealistic fantasies from his youth could become reality in Tianming Continent!

Before Lou Xingyao could get excited, the information in his mind told him that this Tianming Continent wasn’t as beautiful as he imagined.

A simple sentence of cultivating immortals directly laid the foundation for the unrest in this world.

The most distinctive feature was that the strong were respected, and the weak were eaten by the strong.

A lower level of strength meant a lower status. Even if they were beaten to death by a person with a higher level of cultivation, others could only sigh that ‘you have offended someone you shouldn’t have offended.’

As for the truth and fairness?

Cultivating to a high level meant truth and fairness!

If he wanted to live safely in such a place where the weak were preyed upon by the strong, he must have enough understanding of this world. Thinking of this, Lou Xingyao became more careful as he looked through the memories.

Fortunately, after careful review, he found that this Tianming Continent wasn’t without rules.

Let’s not mention anything else, he would talk about after a cultivator officially entered the Dao and started to practice. Starting from the foundation building realm, the Heavenly Dao would send down a thunder tribulation every time a cultivator broke through a major realm.

The stronger the talent and the higher the cultivation, the more severe the thunder tribulation.

In addition, the cause and effect of the cultivator would affect the strength of the thunder tribulation.

If the cause and effect were entangled when crossing the tribulation, the Heavenly Dao would send down an extremely powerful thunder tribulation that would destroy the cultivator who was crossing the tribulation.

If a cultivator attacked mortals who couldn’t cultivate or younger generations with a very different realm for no reason, the cause and effect would be even more severe. The Heavenly Dao would be even more merciless when it came to crossing the tribulation.

Hadn’t one seen how many cultivators, who were called geniuses throughout the ages, had fallen under the ruthless thunder tribulation before they even had the opportunity to become famous?

Over time, in order to have more vitality when crossing the tribulation, the cultivators no longer treated human lives as worthless as usual. The mortals of Tianming Continent gained the opportunity and space to live and reproduce.

Even so, in such a world where strength was respected, the living conditions of ordinary mortals were destined to be very difficult.

Not only were they inferior to cultivators, but they also had to be wary of being implicated when cultivators fought.

Just as elephants didn’t care about the lives of ants, fighting cultivators didn’t care about the lives of mortals killed by the aftermath of spells.

Even if they were lucky enough not to face these accidents, they could only live in the most barren places and do the hardest work.

In his previous life, Lou Xingyao was the ‘model child’ since he was young. He had been striving to be the best since he was a child. Naturally, he wasn’t willing to be mediocre. The world might’ve changed, but he wasn’t willing to be an ordinary mortal and live a life full of watching the faces of cultivators.

Then he soon discovered that being willing or not was just his subjective idea. The key to becoming a cultivator lay in another objective factor.

The spiritual root.

In the memory of the original owner, the practice of cultivators was the process of communicating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, taking the spiritual energy into the body, and gathering it in one’s body.

The more spiritual energy was retained in the body, the higher the cultivation level. The spiritual root was the basis for communicating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The fewer the number of spiritual roots, the easier it would be to absorb spiritual energy in the body, and the faster the spiritual energy would be accumulated.

Therefore, the number of spiritual roots had become the standard for judging the talent of cultivators in Tianming Continent. The fewer spiritual roots, the stronger the talent.

As for spiritual roots, they were innate and naturally bestowed at birth. If a person was born with them, they would have them. If not, they wouldn’t have them. This couldn’t be forced.

Lou Xingyao realized this and his thoughts in the memories suddenly seemed to have a target. He started a search.

Not long after, Lou Xingyao found the answer he wanted in the original owner’s memories.

This body not only had spiritual roots but also had the good talent of fire and wood dual spiritual roots.

In other words, he now had the necessary conditions for cultivating immortality.

The corners of Lou Xingyao’s lips involuntarily curled up.

“I was saying, even a low-probability event like transmigration happened to me. Shouldn’t spiritual roots be something I should easily get?”

The moment he finished speaking, Lou Xingyao realized something unusual.

In Tianming Continent, except for the geniuses with a single spiritual root that was difficult to occur in a thousand years, double spiritual roots were already very rare. They were called geniuses by the world.

But now…

Lou Xingyao looked up again at the small, dilapidated house in front of him that was leaking everywhere, as well as the furniture with broken legs and arms. He couldn’t help making a puzzled sound.

Was this the treatment for a genius with double spiritual roots?