t into red light and shattered.In that instant, the last frame captured in his field of vision was four blood-stained fangs!Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Four four...The mountain road was treacherous, he decisively abandoned his horse and followed the bloodstains on the ground.

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The prey was a lame ibex, who darted across the hillside and disappeared into the dense undergrowth.

The sunlight couldn't penetrate the dense forest, where heavy shadows lay everywhere. At midday, dewdrops from the previous night still clung to the peach blossom fruit, and the ground was covered with a variety of leaves. Below, gnarled old roots intertwined, making it easy to trip over.

Under these circumstances, tracking was difficult, but he still found a few drops of blood on the leaves and a small tuft of hair rubbed against the trunk.

Yes, that's the right direction.

Ibex do indeed have the habit of climbing high when encountering an enemy.

He quickly climbed upward, but ignored the pair of eyes staring at him from the shadows of the forest three feet ahead.

These eyes were filled with astonishing fury and hatred.

Over the crest of the hill, he saw the ibex again, licking its wounds on its leg. Just as he was about to take down his bow and arrow from behind, a shadow flashed by in his peripheral vision, moving fast as light.

That...

Before a thought could even finish, the object pounced on him.

This was actually a huge leopard, as big as a tiger. Its front paws were bigger than its head, and its fur had been washed out, fading to the color of sand.

The giant leopard opened its maw, a stench of blood assaulting his nostrils. He instinctively raised his arm to block the vital area, but with a sickening "crack," the armored forearm was bitten clean through, he didn't know if it was broken. The sheer force of the impact sent him stumbling, rolling down the mountain ridge.

The leopard clung to him, biting frantically. He cried out in pain, but he didn't hesitate to draw a short knife from his waist and stab the other creature repeatedly, creating several bloody holes in its body!

The weapon cleaved through metal like soft clay. Not to mention inflicting grievous wounds upon the leopard's insides, even the two blades that pierced his chest were spurting blood, staining him from head to toe.

All living things have the instinct to survive, even the most courageous beasts would flee from the enemy at this time.

But there isn't one right in front of me!

It dragged itself desperately outward, leaving a trail of blood behind it.

He looked into the leopard's blood-red eyes, realizing it was mad.

The sand leopard shouldn't be here at all, where did this bastard come from! It even yelled a human word at him:

"Divine bones are absolutely not yours!"

“Let go, let go quickly!” He was so startled that his soul flew out of his body. He stabbed the leopard's neck three times with all his might to break free.

There's no way out of here!

However, no matter how severe the injuries, they could not stop the leopard's stride. The next second, both bodies went empty.

One person, one leopard, entangled and intertwined plummeting into a hundred-zhang deep abyss.

Even as it died, the leopard still wreaked havoc, biting him on the neck.

With a light *crack*, the amulet hanging from his neck burst into red light and shattered.

In that instant, the last frame captured in his field of vision was four blood-stained fangs!

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Four four four four four

“Ah—!”

He Lingchuan jumped up with a shout, startling everyone around him.

The maidservant nearest to him was so startled that she took three steps back. A strange-looking man suddenly appeared from somewhere, standing beside him and looking around: "Young Master"

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Before me lies a beautifully decorated small hall. Two screens depict fantastical landscapes of mountains and rivers. In the center stands a stage, where actors are fully costumed and ready to perform. Below the stage, the audience is enjoying themselves - cracking sunflower seeds, sipping tea, and chatting amongst themselves. There are over two hundred people in total, all now lifting their heads to look towards me.

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Yes, he's in the private room on the second floor, with a faint sweet pear-scented candle burning in the corner; on the silver tray beside him, grapes and honeydew melon are still dripping with water.

This is the theater building, called Zaxiantái. It's not outside Bai Zhang Cliff. He Lingchuan also came to his senses and subconsciously pressed his neck: "I'm fine."

There were four deep cavities here, only half an inch from the carotid artery, but now they are healed, with tender new flesh. He has at least a dozen such scars all over his body.

A necklace was still hanging around her neck.

He clearly remembered the round amulet shattering into eight pieces under the leopard's tremendous force. Somehow, when he woke up, it was back on his neck, perfectly fine.

I don't know when this habit started, but I just feel the urge to touch it whenever I have nothing to do, as if there's an inexplicable connection between me and it.

There was also a wealthy young master named Liu BaoBao in the private room. Seeing this, he gave a finger snap to his attendant beside him. The latter immediately moved to the railing and sang out to the crowd below: "Young Master is awake, continue!"

In the country of Yì, popular operas are short, fast-paced, and innovative. They often get straight to the point without lengthy singing sections, making them popular with young people who enjoy them as stories. Today, Zhāixian Tái prepared two new plays with renowned actors, but before long, Hé Dàshǎo, a nobleman from upstairs, fell asleep during the performance. When the scene called for a fierce fight, Liú Bǎobǎo feared disturbing his dream and stopped the play halfway through.

This wait was half an hour, and the audience below began to grumble. Luckily, just then, the main attraction woke up.

The sound of silk and bamboo instruments rose from below, accompanied by a clear and melodious male voice singing: "It is said that the guardian divine beast, the Golden Ox, released from the country of Xiluo, is invincible—"

He Lingchuan frowned.

Here we go again

He fell asleep listening to this play just a moment ago, and now he's back

Liu Baobao saw his expression and immediately smiled: "You don't like it, Chuan Ge"

He Lingchuan said slowly, "It's lukewarm."

In fact, this was a special performance added by Liu Baobao. He was the one who paid for it, even choosing the actors himself two months ago. Zhaixiantai spent a lot of money to bring this entire opera troupe from inland China to the deserted town of Heishui City.

But the most notable figure in the whole theatre was this sleepy old man. He added, "Next time, let's go to a different opera house. Don't call it 'Zhaixiantai'. Are fairies peaches that can be plucked at random"

Liu Baobao smiled and said, “This place was originally called ‘Zhaixingtai’, but the owner thought ‘Xian’ sounded better for business. You only name it what you lack.”

Helingchuan half-closed his eyes: "Oh, Hei Shui City is short of immortals"

"We don't lack anything, we don't lack anything! Blackwater City has Lord He, that's enough!" Liu Baobao quickly said, "What kind of fairy is it A mythical thing only found in storybooks. Who would need it"

He quickly changed the subject: "Then how about a showdown at Mount Wudang with Master He"

"Alright." With his own father's name being brought up, could He Lingchuan refuse

He leaned back, lying down on the soft couch with half-closed eyes. The middle-aged man waved away the attendants around him before asking in a low voice, "Those nightmares again"

“Hmph,” he scoffed, denying it. “No!”

"How is that possible!" He Lingchuan emphasized, his voice firm and unwavering. "Uncle Hao, just watch the show."

It goes without saying, given his character. The middle-aged man simply stood silently at the side, not contesting it.

The protagonist was quite skilled, and the audience below cheered with delight. He Lingchuan watched for a while, his gaze shifting to the wisps of light smoke rising from the incense burner, and he couldn't help but become lost in thought again.

In fact, he is not He Lingchuan.

The real He Lingchuan is probably gone.

He was just an unknown nobody from another world, a replacement who came about by pure chance.

His daily life consisted of working in an unremarkable office, doing an ordinary job, and earning a modest salary. As a young man full of vigor, he often felt restless and discontented. However, no matter how passionately he voiced his frustrations behind closed doors, once he was out in public, he would instantly adopt a calm demeanor, prioritizing harmony above all else.

Society's beating, always transforms people into the screws it wants.

With the economy in a downturn, his company has been withholding salaries for three months. But he can't simply say "enough is enough" and quit with a dramatic flair. He can't just walk away.

How did you get here

He couldn't say for sure. He just remembered lingering around the entrance of the restaurant for two or three circles that day, and in the end, he kindly went to help out the small stall at the corner. After all, on a cold winter day, it wasn't easy doing business exposed to the wind and frost.

“Boss, bring me a scallion pancake, with lots of scallions and sauce... no eggs or meat... that's right, none of those.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a car crash into a little girl on the side of the road. The driver panicked and sped up even faster.

Disaster was imminent, and without a second thought, he did the bravest thing he'd ever done:

He dashed forward and grabbed the girl...

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"He got hit by a car No, not at all."

He was unharmed and returned the child to the couple who rushed over. He also scolded the child, telling her to "remember to watch the road" in the future, then turned away.

Before he could take two steps, a flowerpot fell from the sky and landed squarely on his head.

Therefore, he was brought over.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in pain all over. He lay on a bed in a room full of antique furniture. People around him looked surprised, and a middle-aged handsome man had tears in his eyes and said excitedly, "Lingchuan, you're finally awake!"

He touched his head and found himself transformed into He Lingchuan, the eldest son of He Chunhua, the magistrate of Qian Song County in Jinzhou, Yìn Country.

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