1: Chapter 1: Died Right After Transmigrating?

Pain!

Too painful.

My ribs, they feel broken.

Chen Fan curled up in a filthy alley, his mouth full of the taste of blood.

He could feel his life slipping away.

Why?

He was just a woodcarver.

Today, he had just carved a little kitten, lifelike, and a passerby girl had taken an extra look at it.

Just because of this?

At the entrance of the alley, a Young Master in luxurious clothes was wiping his boots with a handkerchief, as if he had stepped on something dirty.

His name was Zhao Long.

The only son of the Magistrate of Qinghe County.

"Not dead yet?"

Zhao Long's voice was light, carrying a trace of mockery.

"Your life is truly tough."

The two lackeys beside him immediately stepped forward and kicked Chen Fan in the stomach again.

"Ugh!"

Chen Fan spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and his vision began to darken.

He was a traveler who had undergone Transmigration.

He had been in this world, which resembled ancient times, for three months.

He was very cautious, very low-key, just wanting to live a stable life.

But reality told him that wanting to live was not that easy.

"Young Master Zhao, this brat... is almost done for." A lackey leaned over and said with a fawning smile.

Zhao Long raised an eyebrow.

"Done for?"

He paced over, looking down at Chen Fan from above, his eyes devoid of any pity, only pure, morbid amusement.

"Did I let you die?"

"Does this cheap life of yours deserve to decide whether you live or die?"

Insult.

A naked insult.

Chen Fan's consciousness was already blurring, but this sentence pierced his mind like a steel needle.

He used his last bit of strength to open his eyes, staring fixedly at Zhao Long.

"Yo, you still dare to glare at me?"

Zhao Long laughed.

He found it even more interesting.

He pulled a decorative dagger from the waist of a lackey.

The scabbard was gorgeous, inlaid with gold and jade.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll send you on your way myself."

He pulled out the dagger unhurriedly.

The blade was very bright.

It reflected Chen Fan's face, which was covered in blood and despair.

"In your next life, be reincarnated as a smarter dog."

"Don't block my path again."

The voice fell.

The cold blade, without the slightest hesitation, pierced into Chen Fan's heart.

Excruciating pain.

Then extreme cold.

Darkness.

Total darkness.

Chen Fan felt his consciousness being pulled away, drifting toward the endless Void Realm.

It was over.

He was so unwilling...

Just at the moment when his consciousness was about to dissipate completely.

A cold, emotionless mechanical voice exploded in the depths of his mind.

[Host's vital signs detected as fading...]

[Golden Finger "Substitution Rebirth" activated!]

What?

[Locking onto the direct perpetrator...]

[Lock confirmed: Zhao Long.]

[Priority judgment: Direct murder, highest priority.]

[Substitution Rebirth... initiating!]

[Beginning Possession...]

Boom!

An irresistible torrent instantly enveloped Chen Fan's remaining consciousness.

He felt like a meteorite being fiercely dragged toward a furnace emitting scorching heat.

That furnace was Zhao Long!

[Possession in progress... 1%...]

[15%...]

[58%...]

[99%...]

[100%!]

[Congratulations to the host: Possession successful!]

...

"Young Master?"

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

A cautious call came to his ears.

Chen Fan, no, now Zhao Long, gave a sudden jolt.

He slowly opened his eyes.

His vision was clearer than ever before.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of blood and dirt.

He looked down.

He saw a pair of expensive cloud-patterned brocade boots stained with a few specks of blood.

These were not his feet.

He raised his hand again.

This was a hand accustomed to luxury—slender fingers, distinct knuckles, fair skin.

On his ring finger, there was even a large jade thumb ring.

This was not his hand!

His original hand was covered in calluses and small wounds from years of woodcarving.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

The lackey's voice held a trace of panic.

"Just now, after you... you stabbed that brat to death, you stood there motionless. You scared me to death."

Chen Fan slowly looked up.

He saw the faces of Zhang San and Li Si, filled with fawning and worry.

Further away.

In the shadows of the alley, a young girl wearing a pink dress was covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, her eyes filled with terror.

That was Cuier, the concubine Zhao Long had just snatched today.

And at his feet...

Lay a corpse.

A corpse with a dagger in its heart, eyes wide open in death.

That face, he was all too familiar with it.

It was Chen Fan.

It was himself!

"..."

Zhao Long, or rather, Chen Fan who had taken over this body, had a blank mind.

I...

Killed "myself"?

And then...

I became him?

Substitution Rebirth...

As long as the enemy kills me, I can be reborn into the person who killed me and perform Possession on them?

Chen Fan took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement and agitation in his heart.

He had Transmigrated to this world for three months and thought he wouldn't have a Golden Finger, but he didn't expect it to Awakening at the moment of death.

He was Zhao Long now.

"Ahem."

He cleared his throat, trying to imitate the unruly tone of Zhao Long from his memory.

"Jumping at shadows, what kind of behavior is that?"

The voice that came out carried a trace of Zhao Long's hoarseness and arrogance.

It was perfect.

Zhang San and Li Si immediately nodded and bowed.

"Yes, yes, yes. Young Master's Divine Might is unparalleled. Killing a mud-legged peasant is naturally as easy as pie."

"It's just this blood, it soiled Young Master's hands."

Li Si cleverly handed over a clean handkerchief.

Chen Fan took it and unhurriedly wiped away the non-existent blood on his hands.

At the same time, a complex torrent of memories began to emerge and undergo Fusion in his mind.

That was the twenty years of life belonging to Zhao Long.

Eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, bullying men, and oppressing women.

Cockfighting and dog-racing, lawless and unbridled.

All the memories appeared clearly before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

So, this guy's father, Magistrate Zhao De of Qinghe County, pampered him to the extreme.

Basically, as long as he didn't rebel, he could walk sideways in this one-third of an acre of land in Qinghe County.

The family wealth was immense.

Servants were in groups.

Besides Cuier, whom he had just snatched, there were three other beautiful concubines in the house.

One was as gentle as water.

One was fiery and unrestrained.

One was intellectual and elegant.

All of them were obtained by him through various means.

This was simply not a person; he was a bully who committed all kinds of evil. He had done almost all the evil deeds that a wealthy second-generation heir in his impression should do.

And now, Chen Fan was this villain.

A second ago, he was a commoner who could be slaughtered at will and died in a gutter.

The next second, he directly inherited everything from the murderer!

Identity, status, wealth, women...

Is this the power of a Golden Finger?

Chen Fan's thoughts were extremely chaotic.

He glanced at the corpse of "himself" on the ground.

A flash of complexity crossed his eyes.

There was a farewell to his past identity, and also a trace of... relief.

The commoner named Chen Fan was dead.

The one who survived was Zhao Long.

A wealthy second-generation heir... with a modern Soul and an infinite Rebirth Golden Finger?

"Dispose of him."

Chen Fan spoke indifferently, his tone very calm.

He had to adapt to this role quickly.

"Yes, Young Master!"

Zhang San and Li Si immediately responded, dragging Chen Fan's corpse and walking skillfully toward the deeper part of the alley.

It looked like they had done this kind of thing many times.

Chen Fan turned and walked toward the alley entrance.

The young girl named Cuier immediately greeted him and affectionately took his arm.

"Young Master... the way you looked just now was so impressive."

Her body was trembling slightly; she was frightened.

Chen Fan could feel the original owner's infatuation for this woman from the inherited memories.

But he, he did not.

He was like an indifferent observer.

A new player who had just taken over an account.

He could feel the softness of the girl's body and smell the scent of makeup coming from her.

But in his heart, there were no ripples.

He had only inherited Zhao Long's memories, not any emotions; he was like a bystander.

"Return to the mansion."

Chen Fan spat out two words, not stopping his pace.

He needed time to fully digest Zhao Long's memories and to plan his future.

The effect of the Golden Finger was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Being killed by a wealthy heir, he became a wealthy heir.

Then if...

Killed by a prince?

Killed by an emperor?

Or perhaps killed by a cultivator?

Many thoughts rose in his mind...

Of course, these were still far away from him. Now he was Zhao Long, a notorious wealthy second-generation heir, with immense power in the county.

Drunk on the knees of beauties, waking up to hold...

Well, he couldn't hold the power of the world yet.

But holding the underground order of a Qinghe County was more than enough.

The group walked majestically onto the main street.

The pedestrians on the road, seeing it was Zhao Long, all avoided him, their eyes full of fear.

Chen Fan didn't know what his current mood was.

Happy? Yes, there was some.

But not much.

Returning to the Zhao Mansion.

A luxurious mansion occupying a vast area.

Vermilion gates, bronze beast-head knockers, and two majestic stone lions at the entrance.

"Young Master is back!"

The servants at the door saw Zhao Long and immediately nodded and bowed as they greeted him.

Chen Fan looked straight ahead and walked straight in.

Relying on his memories, he walked through the front yard with ease, heading toward his independent small courtyard, "Tingtao Pavilion."

This was his real comfort zone.

Just as he entered the courtyard gate.

A little maid in green clothes with a delicate appearance ran over hurriedly.

There was a trace of anxiety on her face.

"Young Master, you're finally back!"

"What's wrong?" Chen Fan asked casually.

The little maid leaned into his ear, lowered her voice, and her tone carried a trace of nervousness and mystery.

"Master... Master just sent someone to pass a message."

"He said..."

"He said, if you continue to mess around, he will send you to the Qingyang Taoist Temple on West Mountain to be a Taoist priest!"

Qingyang Taoist Temple?

Taoist priest?

In Chen Fan's mind, some fragmented memories flashed instantly.

That seemed to be... a very special place.

The only place in Qinghe County that truly had a "martial arts" Legacy.

The original Chen Fan was full of fear and disgust for that place.

But for the current Chen Fan...

Wasn't that the thing he had longed for most after coming to this world?

Martial arts!

Before he could think carefully.

Another woman in luxurious clothes with a graceful figure walked out of the main room.

She was beautiful, but her temperament was somewhat cold.

It was Chen Fan's first wife, his legitimate wife, Lin Waner.

It was said that she was the daughter of a destitute scholarly family, and Zhao De had used means to force her to marry his son.

She saw Chen Fan, and there was no warmth in her eyes, only cold disgust.

Lin Waner stood still, her voice like cold ice.

"Zhao Long."

"Your father wants you to see him in the study."