This novel was purely written for me to improve my writing.
Without AI assistance, without copying anyone, without using Chinese raws. It is a purely original work.
If you enjoy it, add it to your library...
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"What kind of cold is this?"
In an endless void, Lin Xing, unconscious, awoke to an unfamiliar chill running through every part of his body. Something strange, since he was dead.
"How the hell am I feeling cold?"
This question struck Lin Xing, filling his mind with question marks as he struggled to believe he could feel anything in this absolute void, after dying from terminal cancer.
'The machines were turned off, and my mind fell into unconsciousness. Now, somehow, I woke up from death?'
Lin Xing thought, even more confused about what was happening to him.
Unable to make sense of anything, he reached only one conclusion:
Open his eyes and check everything.
With that thought, Lin Xing forced himself to open his eyelids, which somehow moved and gave him a familiar sensation.
In disbelief, he fully opened his eyes, seeing a wooden ceiling above him.
"I'm alive?" Lin Xing's eyes trembled under the clear white of his gaze. Moments later, they grew moist, and tears began to spill, flooding his face.
Lin Xing, who never thought he would live again, felt emotional at first, and the next moment stopped crying to inspect his body.
Under his gaze, a hand so pale it was almost white appeared, along with skin covered by a long-sleeved white shirt. Looking slightly to the left, he saw long black hair reaching down to his waist.
"Transmigration."
This thought instantly surfaced in Lin Xing's mind, a voracious novel reader who had devoured countless books in his last months of life.
On Earth, while reading, he also dreamed of transmigrating, but seeing himself now, that seemed impossible...
Well, it was...
"Hahaha! The gods didn't abandon me. I really transmigrated!" A laugh echoed from Lin Xing's lips, ecstatic that his wish had come true.
After finishing his laughter, he began to wonder what kind of world this was. Before he could finish the thought, a sharp pain erupted inside his head, hammering his brain like heavy blows.
"Aaaa!"
Lin Xing twisted his face, screamed in agony, and placed both hands on his scalp. Trying to lessen the pain, he rolled on the unfamiliar mattress for about ten seconds.
Long enough for the hammering to stop—and for him to lose consciousness.
In the dark void of unconsciousness, Lin Xing watched, in real time, an extremely vivid movie showing the experiences of a sixteen-year-old boy with the same name as him and a life strangely similar as well.
Both were pitiful: he, for dying young of cancer, and the predecessor for being born fragile and dependent on others, and in the end, when he finally found a solution for his congenital problem, dying before accomplishing it.
'If I ever have a child, I definitely won't name him Lin Xing. I feel like this name attracts bad luck.'
Lin Xing joked internally, but sighed outwardly.
[Do not feel that way, master. Lin Xing means "Forest Star." Be more confident and become a true star that stands out in the crowd. To help you achieve that, your beloved golden finger has awakened—me!]
[Divine Auxiliary System Activated]
"Huh?" Back in reality, Lin Xing parted his lips when he heard a calm voice echo inside his mind. After hearing everything it said, his half-open mouth opened and closed again, expressing pure disbelief for a few seconds.
Recovering, he stared into the air, trying to see something, but to his disappointment, nothing appeared.
[Master, the panel is only visible in your subconscious.]
"...."
Caught in his attempt, Lin Xing scratched his head and then closed his eyes.
In his dark vision, a golden panel appeared displaying his information.
[Name: Lin Xing]
[Age: 16/65]
[Race: Human]
[Cultivation: Mortal]
[Spell: N/A]
[Techniques: Basic Qi Breathing (Null Understanding)]
[Innate Properties: Mortal Meridians, Intermediate Yellow-Grade Snowflake Martial Soul, Common Comprehension, Immaculate Physique.]
[General Condition: A headache, and the master is trash in almost every aspect. What saves you is the physique that keeps your body free of impurities, but also leaves it developing late and physically weak.]
[But that is nothing to worry about. I am a divine system, and my duty is to raise my beloved master to the status of a god!]
After reading everything, Lin Xing found his stats pathetic. Especially this physique, which was strange yet interesting for keeping his body clean.
'In standard cultivation novels, an immaculate body isn't a bad thing. Maybe my physique isn't that bad?'
Lin Xing studied the pros and cons, and in the end concluded it was good for a cultivator, but for mortals, it was a curse. The predecessor died because of this physique, and he also had a chance of dying if he exerted himself too much.
"System, what are your functions?" Not wanting to die again, he clung to his only hope of staying alive.
[I am a divine auxiliary. I can help you with everything.]
Hearing this answer, Lin Xing thought the system seemed a bit weak, but chose not to complain and risk irritating his golden finger. "Alright, I want to cultivate. What help can you give me?"
[Master, your inner monologue hurt me, but I won't argue.]
[The best method for cultivation is to use your martial soul's attribute to your advantage, which in your case is cold-related things, since it is a Snowflake.
But there are drawbacks: your physique impacts this negatively. The instant you feel cold, you will experience high thermal sensitivity, suffering intense pain.
My assistance is for you to enter a river and use that sensation to cultivate. The risk of pain is high, but it is not a life-or-death situation.]
'I don't like suffering.' Lin Xing wanted to back out; just thinking about the sensation made his scalp tingle.
'But I have no choice. If I don't do it, I'll die if I push myself too hard, and if I don't push myself at all, I'll be expelled from the sect. I don't want to depend on others again to survive.'
Opening his blue eyes, Lin Xing clenched his fists, and with determination shining in his pupils, he decided, biting his lips:
"I will face this challenge, for my future. In this life, I will live well."
Lin Xing didn't wish for anything grand—just to be happy.
Dying prematurely made him understand how valuable life was.
And not only him—his predecessor also wished to be happy. That's why he climbed a mountain even at the risk of dying. Now that he had a chance, why retreat like a coward?
"There's a river in the north of the Outer Court. I'll take the chance to go there now that it's nighttime..."