Chapter 1: You Are the One Who Came

"San... San... San?"

Who? Who is catching a mistress?

Ning Feiliu's consciousness had just cleared when he heard the voice coming from his ear, and he wondered in confusion.

But just at this moment, he felt a chill in his hands and feet.

"So cold... Isn't it July right now? Why is it so cold..." Ning Feiliu shivered and said, "Could it be that the air conditioning is set too high? Ah-choo—!"

He even sneezed, and at this moment, a large, warm hand covered his forehead directly.

"Are you alright? Feiliu! Don't scare me!" The owner of that large hand said in a panic, "Could it be that you fell into the water and burned your brain with a fever?"

Only then did Ning Feiliu discover that this did not seem to be his VIP exclusive gaming room; what met his eyes was the surrounding architectural environment, how should he put it... it looked very high-end, atmospheric, and classy, but it just had a retro feeling to it.

It looked exactly like the CG scenes in some Western fantasy games he played in his past life...

His first reaction was that this was not his home!

However, just at this moment, Ning Feiliu raised his hand and said, "... Dad, I'm fine."

And at this time, seeing this, the refined middle-aged man suddenly had a burst of misty precious light radiating from his body, as if he intended to do something.

"Young Master Feiliu was just rescued from the lake, and the sect's Elder has already treated him with a soul skill; he should wake up very soon." Another younger voice said from the side.

"Father!" The child sitting in front of Ning Feiliu immediately stood up and greeted him.

After these words were finished, the door of the room was opened, and a refined middle-aged man wearing a moon-white robe and gold-rimmed glasses appeared directly before Ning Feiliu's eyes.

The second reaction was... who is this child in front of me who looks so handsome and so tall?!

That's right, there was a black-haired, refined child of about fifteen or sixteen years old right in front of him, placing one hand on his forehead with a concerned look on his face.

"San... San, how are you?"

The refined middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, the precious light on his body receding, but he still asked with worry and concern, "Feiliu, are you really okay?"

Looking at that face, he was truly handsome, but the key was that he was also truly youthful; at a glance, one could tell he was just a little brat still in high school, but why did he look so tall?

He looked like he was nearly one meter ninety!

Are children these days all so over-nourished?

Ning Feiliu, who was twenty-two years old and only one meter seventy-five tall, shed tears of frustration; two centimeters of that one meter seventy-five were even a lie he stubbornly insisted on.

"Where is Rongrong? Because of her own willfulness, her brother fell into the lake, and she hasn't even come to visit her brother; it is simply too unruly!"

At the same time, Ning Feiliu suddenly felt a headache and couldn't help but cover his head.

He looked at the child in front of him again; he didn't recognize this child, but why did this child know his name?

And... why did he feel that his own body seemed to have shrunk?

Although he was only one meter seventy-five, his palms shouldn't be this small, right?

And where is this???

"How is Feiliu?" Just at this moment, outside the classical Western-style building, a steady and refined voice suddenly came.

"Feiliu? How are you?" Seeing this, the refined middle-aged man immediately stepped forward.

Wait... something is wrong, Ning Feiliu suddenly stretched out his hand to look at his fingers, feeling somewhat confused.

"I'm really fine." Ning Feiliu said with a bitter smile.

Now he no longer covered his head, but sat blankly on the bed as if nothing had happened.

He already understood what had happened; the headache just now was because he was inheriting the memories left behind by this body.

Ning Feiliu had transmigrated, and the world he transmigrated into was the Douluo Continent.

As for the original owner of this body he transmigrated into, his name was Ning Feiliu, and he was the third son of the current Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect on the Douluo Continent!

The child in front of him was his eldest brother, Ning Mingrui, and this refined middle-aged man in front of him was precisely the current Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi!

So, the name Ning Mingrui called just now was not Ning Feiliu's name, but rather, according to his mother tongue in his past life, "Feiliu" which had the same sound but different characters!

Ning Feiliu's expression was complex; didn't he just stay up for two nights grinding the latest battle pass in League of Legends? How did he just transmigrate?

As for the cause of the original owner's death, he also synthesized the original owner's memories from before his death with the words Ning Mingrui and Ning Fengzhi had just spoken, and learned the ins and outs of the matter.

The original owner's last memory before this was that his younger sister, Ning Rongrong, wanted him to help her retrieve a paper boat she had folded for a long time from the lake, and the original owner did as she asked.

Although the original owner was a landlubber who couldn't swim at all and was very afraid of water.

However, the original owner was also very careful, but he couldn't withstand having a little devil; the original owner only remembered that it seemed like someone kicked him from behind while he was fishing for that paper boat.

Then the original owner fell into the lake and began to struggle frantically, and after that, there were no more memories.

Without a doubt, the original owner was kicked into the lake by his "dear" sister Ning Rongrong and then drowned.

Then came Ning Feiliu's Spirit Soul transmigrating over, occupying the magpie's nest.

Hell, what kind of nasty little man-eating flower is this?

Ning Feiliu's complexion turned ugly to the extreme.

Just at this moment, Ning Fengzhi sighed and said, "Feiliu, although it was Rongrong who was wrong this time, she is your younger sister and is still young, so you should just forgive her for now."

Ning Feiliu frowned; Ning Rongrong was already this nasty, and not only was she not punished, but he was also expected to forgive her?

He could forgive her, but could the original owner who had already drowned forgive her?

No wonder Ning Rongrong's personality in the original plot was so nasty; it turns out that if a son is not taught, it is the father's fault.

With Ning Fengzhi indulging her like this, Ning Rongrong's already nasty nature only became even nastier.

"... Dad." Ning Feiliu reluctantly called out the word "Dad" to Ning Fengzhi, then said, "Don't you think that Rongrong's current nasty personality was entirely spoiled by you and the two Elders?"

Ning Fengzhi frowned; he felt that the third son, who had always been silent, seemed like a different person after drowning.

But he didn't think too much about it; after all, it is normal for a person's personality to change somewhat after suddenly experiencing a life-threatening ordeal and great ups and downs.

"I know, rest assured, Rongrong will also be punished; let's just punish her by confining her to the Library for three days." Ning Fengzhi said gently.

Confined to the Library for three days, Ning Feiliu frowned; what kind of punishment was this?

He knew this type of brat with a nasty personality all too well; without a beating, no amount of confinement or preaching would be of any use.

Besides, Ning Rongrong's three-day confinement would likely just consist of her eating and drinking well in the Library, with servants attending to her three meals a day while she continued to play.

"Fine... I understand." Ning Feiliu shook his head.

The new book sets sail! I hope everyone will give it lots of support!

(End of chapter)