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Chapter 3: Recovery

His cousin’s name was Xue Gaibao, the only son of Yue Qianchou’s mother’s brother. The Xue family was a wealthy household, and Yue Changgui had built his fortune by marrying into the Xue family. A few years ago, the Xue family had offended government officials and faced complete destruction, leaving only the sole heir Xue Gaibao, who sought refuge with his aunt Xue Erniang—Yue Qianchou’s mother. Regarding this nephew’s arrival, both out of blood relation and the Yue family’s gratitude, they treated Xue Gaibao like their own son.

Half a month ago, Xue Gaibao had invited his cousin Yue Qianchou on an outing, only to encounter bandits. The former escaped while the latter was captured. After Yue Qianchou was taken to the bandits’ stronghold, he learned from a minor leader that this kidnapping was actually a conspiracy between his cousin and the bandits. Initially, Yue Qianchou, locked in the stronghold’s stable, refused to believe it. It wasn’t until he accidentally witnessed his cousin arriving at the stronghold that he finally believed it.

He was quite fortunate. On the very day his cousin came to the stronghold, the big yellow dog he had raised actually tracked him down by scent, bit through the binding ropes, and together they fled through the wilderness. Fortunately, the big yellow dog knew the way. After escaping for more than three days, they finally reached the outskirts of Swallow City. Just as they were about to reach home, the hungry and exhausted Young Master Yue couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed.

After Guo Jianjun died, for unknown reasons, his soul possessed the unconscious Yue Qianchou. When he awakened, he didn’t recognize that dog! As a result, he killed it to survive. That big yellow dog had saved its master’s life twice! It just died somewhat unwillingly.

The young master couldn’t understand until his collapse why his cousin wanted to harm him. He couldn’t figure it out, but that didn’t mean Guo Jianjun couldn’t. The Yue family’s only son—if the only son died, the family fortune would naturally fall into this nephew’s hands.

A shadow of gloom flashed across Xue Gaibao’s face, which he quickly concealed, smiling kindly at Guo Jianjun. Oh wait, he should be called Yue Qianchou now.

“Damn bastard, looks like you’re still determined to destroy me! If you kill me again, all my years as a big brother would be for nothing. You ungrateful wretch, let’s see how I deal with you,” Yue Qianchou thought to himself.

The doctor came, took his pulse, and advised that his body was just a bit weak with no serious problems—a few days of rest would restore him.

After all the commotion, only the serving maid remained in the room. Yue Qianchou said nothing; his mind was still somewhat confused, often switching between two different thought patterns, and he needed to sort things out properly.

After a long while, Yue Qianchou finally understood the ancient costumes everywhere around him. According to his previous life’s understanding, this was undoubtedly ancient times. But aside from language and writing, this ancient period didn’t belong to any dynasty he knew. He didn’t know which godforsaken place he had transmigrated to; he only knew this place was called the Huaxia Empire. The name’s meaning, according to his previous life’s understanding, was still acceptable.

In any case, the lifestyle customs and local conditions here were no different from ancient China in his previous life.

Yue Qianchou was delighted. In his previous life, he had read quite a few transmigration web novels, and the protagonists all did exceptionally well. Should he also try plotting to usurp the throne? If that didn’t work, wielding power over the realm would also be a good choice. But thinking it over, he gave up. Politics was too terrifying and exhausting. In his previous life, he had the misfortune of touching upon it a bit, didn’t play it well, and ended up dying and coming here.

From Yue Qianchou’s memories, he was amazed to discover that this world actually had real immortals, and it was common knowledge that everyone knew about—the original owner had even seen them with his own eyes.

There was one scene like this: One day while out playing, wandering through green mountains and clear waters, he discovered a sword-bearing, absolutely beautiful woman washing her long black hair by a mountain spring. When the stunning beauty noticed Yue Qianchou, she snorted coldly. Her graceful figure stood up, dressed in snow-white robes, and a long sword sprang from her back. The beauty stepped onto the sword and flew away like a streak of light. That peerless face lingered in Yue Qianchou’s mind for a long time.

Now lying in bed, Yue Qianchou kept reliving that scene. He had to admit that woman was absolutely stunning. In his previous life, he had seen his share of beautiful women, including quite a few blondes, but none could compare to that immortal sister.

So close yet so far! Such beauty, and he couldn’t get close to her—this wasn’t befitting a real man. Yue Qianchou’s heart ached thinking about it, and he cried out in anguish: “Damn it!”

The maid Qingcao in the room, hearing her young master call out, hurried over and asked: “Young Master! Are you thirsty? This servant will pour you some water.”

Yue Qianchou rolled his eyes. This maid’s comprehension was terrible—she heard “damn it” as “I’m thirsty.” Then he understood; this era didn’t have that expression yet. Having no choice, Qingcao brought a cup of water and helped Yue Qianchou up with her small arms. He still took a sip. In his nostrils, he caught a faint virgin fragrance. Glancing at Qingcao, he thought to himself: “This place has one good thing—what was nearly extinct in my previous life is quite abundant here, really abundant!”

Suddenly he thought of another problem: that peerless beauty—he wondered if she belonged to anyone. With such beauty, there must be many people coveting her! It’s over, it’s over. With such a difference in status, he had no hope! Sooner or later, she’d fall into someone else’s hands. How could this be allowed!

Just moments ago looking half-dead, Yue Qianchou lying in bed suddenly became extremely anxious and sat up abruptly. This startled the maid Qingcao, who quickly came over to support him, asking: “Young Master! What do you want to do?” How could she know that her young master had already made up his mind to cultivate immortality in this lifetime?

“Sigh!” Yue Qianchou sighed deeply and lay back down, thinking coldly: “Where can I go to cultivate immortality? I don’t have a single clue. By the time I actually become an immortal, the good cabbage will have been taken by pigs. Can you expect cabbage left in a pigsty to wait for everyone to compete together to see who can get it?”

Just as his heart was breaking, Xue Gaibao entered carrying a small bowl. Qingcao quickly took it from him. Seeing this guy, Yue Qianchou immediately became alert. Xue Gaibao sat by the bed, grasped his hand, and said with a bitter smile: “Cousin, it’s all cousin’s fault. If I hadn’t invited you out to play that day, we wouldn’t have encountered bandits, and you wouldn’t have suffered. Fortunately, you returned safely, otherwise cousin would truly feel guilty for life and would never have the face to see uncle and aunt again.”

“Damn it, you bastard, crocodile tears, fake compassion, trying this act on me. Do you think I’m really that naive idiot Yue Qianchou!” After cursing in his heart, Yue Qianchou forced a smile and said: “This isn’t cousin’s fault. Cousin shouldn’t take it to heart. What’s past is past—just consider it my bad luck.” While saying this, he added in his mind: “Meeting me is your bad luck. Once I recover, I’ll kill you immediately. Keeping you around, I might as well be tired of living.”

“If cousin can think this way, I have nothing more to say.” As he spoke, he wiped away two tears from the corners of his eyes, took the small bowl from Qingcao’s hands, and said: “This is chicken soup that I personally cooked for cousin. Consider it my way of calming your nerves and apologizing. Come, Qingcao, help cousin sit up, and I’ll feed him personally.”

Just as Qingcao was about to respond, Yue Qianchou quickly stopped her, saying seriously: “Cousin! Didn’t we say what’s past is past? What do you mean by this? A gentleman stays away from the kitchen—having cousin personally cook for me to eat, are you trying to make me uneasy for life? How can I possibly drink this chicken soup?”

“This is…” Xue Gaibao was about to explain when Yue Qianchou quickly said: “Cousin, don’t say anything more. I absolutely will not drink this chicken soup. Qingcao, escort cousin out.” Having said this, he turned over with his back to both of them, pretending to be angry.

Xue Gaibao was stunned. He hadn’t expected his cousin, who had always been completely obedient to him, to be so stubborn today. His heart grew uneasy—could his actions have been discovered? Thinking it over, he felt it was impossible. He had done this flawlessly; it shouldn’t be possible for it to be discovered. His expression relaxed slightly as he said awkwardly: “If that’s the case, then cousin will leave first. Cousin, you rest well.”

After he left, Yue Qianchou turned back over, looked at the small bowl on the table, and thought to himself: “I’d be looking for death if I dared eat anything you brought. Who knows if you poisoned it? No, I need to get rid of him quickly. Living in constant fear isn’t pleasant.”