Chapter 1: I have returned from the Immortal Cultivation World!

On the Yin Yue Peak at the back of the mountain.

Thunder clouds gathered, with peals of thunder resounding.

Song Tan, a spiritual cultivator with dual water and wood spiritual roots from the Questioning Heaven Sect in the Cangxuan Realm, had spent a hundred years planting spiritual herbs at the back of the mountain, and only now had she finally waited for the opportunity to break through!

It was just that she hadn't expected the lightning tribulation during the Golden Core formation to be so violent; her body was shattered by the tribulation, and even her soul was torn asunder.

In a hazy state, before her body died and her Dao vanished, Song Tan saw countless scenes that were both familiar and strange—

Over a dozen vehicles were piled up in a chaotic mess, flipped over horizontally and vertically.

Collisions, pain, and cries.

A flipped car, and oil slowly winding its way across the bridge deck.

All around were people anxiously pounding on car windows. Her vision was veiled in a layer of blood; she could not move, nor could she speak.

"Hello, is this 120? A multi-vehicle pileup on the Ninghai Bridge..."

"Bang!"

"Get the driver out first, there's still breath—"

"This girl's legs are trapped... someone come and help—"

"Hurry, hurry, it's leaking oil, be careful, it's going to explode—"

Song Tan looked at all of this in a daze, unable to react for a moment. Is this... a heart demon?

But strangely, there was a girl in the car who firmly tugged at her heartstrings.

However, the other party was covered in blood, her eyes already slowly closing, her breath weak. Song Tan could already see the spiritual light on her body dissipating—her soul was about to scatter.

The next moment, Song Tan only felt herself being pulled by something, and then her scattered soul sank abruptly.

In a dizzy state, a girl with snow-white skin and bright black pupils looked at her, her gaze filled with joy and comfort: "You've returned."

What does that mean?

Song Tan just wanted to ask, but she saw the girl's spiritual light suddenly rush toward her own shattered soul, and then, they tightly fused together.

Past life, present life...

She remembered!

This is not a heart demon!

It is that she has returned! Returned from the Cultivation World to the moment she was about to die in the modern world!

This is her past life! She was originally Song Tan, who died in a car accident, then lost her memories and arrived in the Cangxuan Realm, where she struggled to cultivate from a mountain village girl, only then entering the Questioning Heaven Sect.

And then for over a hundred years, she cultivated without pause, just to be able to break through, to be able to preserve herself in the crisis-ridden Immortal Cultivation World...

She is Song Tan!

However, the impact in the front was too violent, and her body felt unbearable pain. In her past life, she died in this very car accident...

No, this won't do!

Song Tan struggled to draw in the scarce spiritual energy from her surroundings, working hard to repair her body.

The thin spiritual energy worked hard to circulate within her body, laboriously repairing her damaged internal organs and body.

When she used all her strength to open her eyes, which were blurred by blood, she saw a face that belonged exclusively to a man—handsome, yet with veins bulging on his forehead.

He was too close; Song Tan could even see his dark brown eyes and exceptionally thick eyelashes. Especially the tiny black mole in the center of his forehead, which was positioned perfectly, just right.

The other party gritted his teeth, but still managed to make a sound:

"Don't be afraid! I'm pulling you out now—"

Behind him, someone shouted at the top of their lungs: "Hurry, hurry, it's on fire, it's on fire—"

"Hold on!"

The man holding her shouted in a low voice, sweat from his forehead and cheeks sliding down his jaw, dripping onto Song Tan's face.

Her body was pulled forward with increasing force, pain radiating through all her limbs and bones, and even her soul felt as if it were being tightly dragged, fused firmly with this body.

The next moment!

"It's exploding—"

The screams around her became even more terrified!

"Bang!"

Her heavy body was thrown out with great force. Her whole body trembled; by now, she had long since lost all sensation.

When she woke up again, three heads popped out from the bedside. The leader was a middle-aged doctor with sparse hair, but his eyes were kind:

"Young lady, how are you feeling now?"

Song Tan's gaze slid down to the badge on his chest—

A very vivid headshot.

Ning Province First People's Hospital.

Attending Physician: Zhang Yuan.

She stared blankly at this badge, familiar memories constantly flowing in her mind. At this moment, she was both the cultivator Song Tan and the ordinary person Song Tan.

Soul fused, past life and present life, over a hundred years—she had finally returned.

All around her was filled with the smell of hospital disinfectant, and spiritual energy was as scarce as a gossamer thread. With a thought, she silently recited the cultivation mental method, but it took half a day to run before two wisps of spiritual energy slowly drifted over.

Song Tan breathed a sigh of relief—it's fine as long as she can cultivate.

If she can cultivate, she can protect herself. Not to mention anything else, having planted spiritual herbs for over 100 years, making a living for herself is no problem.

Looking at the doctor waiting for her answer, Song Tan opened her mouth and said somewhat unskillfully:

"Still... still okay."

The intern on the left obediently presented the medical record book. The attending physician waved his arm, writing in a flamboyant, illegible script, while smiling with exceptional approachability:

"Our test results are also very good. Young lady, you are blessed! A multi-vehicle pileup, you bumped your head, there might be a slight concussion, but everything else is very good."

"Observe for another day or two and you can be discharged."

"However, the scene was too chaotic. The phone in your clothes couldn't be turned on, and since your injuries aren't heavy, we haven't notified your family yet."

Family...

Three identical, honest faces flashed through Song Tan's mind.

She subconsciously touched her head, and in a trance, she remembered the scene of the car accident again, and hurriedly asked:

"I remember at the time, a gentleman saved me. How is he now... how is he?"

In her past life, she lost consciousness the moment the car accident happened and had no idea if anyone had saved her so desperately.

But now...

The attending physician hesitated for a moment: "There were a total of eighteen casualties diverted to our hospital half an hour ago. According to the firefighters, you were pulled out of the car by a young man, right?"

Song Tan nodded.

The doctor hesitated for an instant: "He... is not in life-threatening danger. He is from out of town and was just taken to a higher-level hospital by his family."

Song Tan's heart relaxed.

"Then may I ask if there is any contact information for him or his family? I would like to thank him in person."

A life-saving grace—it saved the 23-year-old Song Tan, and also the Song Tan who had lived for who knows how many years of cultivation.

Even in the Cangxuan Realm, this is an incredible grace that requires one to do their utmost to repay.

The doctor shook his head: "That gentleman saved several people at the time. His family only said there was no need to thank them when they arrived, so they were unwilling to disclose any contact information."

"Then which hospital did he go to?"

"He went to the Imperial Capital Ren'ai Hospital."

Song Tan nodded and didn't pursue it further.

She thought—she hasn't fully adapted to this place yet. When she gathers spiritual energy to cultivate again, she will come back and cast a hex to calculate the benefactor's location.

The doctors left in a flurry. Song Tan found it hard to accept the turbid air of today; spiritual energy was scarce, and it was clearly not a good place for cultivation.

Subconsciously, she felt around the pillow, but it was empty.

That's right, her bags were all burned in the car accident, including her documents.

She then tentatively reached out and pulled open the bedside drawer, and sure enough, she found a phone with a broken screen inside.

The screen was mostly shattered, and it had been in the drawer for a night. She didn't know if it had recovered or what, but anyway, Song Tan fumbled and successfully turned it on.

She opened the interface and found that in the upper right corner of the green app, the red 99+ message notification was exceptionally glaring.

There was also a blue one, which was also making a terrifying ding-ding sound.

It made her feel resistant instantly.

A cultivator's sixth sense can help them avoid many bad things. Song Tan thought:

This message is definitely not a good thing! Better not look at it!

The most urgent task is for her to play with her phone again; she hasn't seen one in over 100 years, and she can't wait.

So she slid her finger down and accidentally opened an app with a symbol similar to a musical note.

"Trembling Sound, start a beautiful life!"

Song Tan:...

Since it's already open, I'll just take a look...

【This book is first published on Qidian Girls' Network. Most of the wild vegetables, vegetables, fruits, and some small rural tools in the text are illustrated in the "Chapter Talk." Most of them come from Baidu and Taotaobao.

Click on the corresponding paragraph to see the pictures. Everyone is also welcome to post more pictures. The sources of the information will be written in the author's notes; those interested can also find them themselves to look at.】 ===== CHAPTER 2 =====