Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 1: Resurrecting a Soul from a Borrowed Corpse

Mountain spring water flows down from between the rocks, gradually gathering into a stream a few feet deep.

Bamboo tubes on the stream powered the vehicle to turn slowly, and the water they stirred up glittered as it cascaded down. From the highest point, it flowed slowly into the fields through the waterways created by the bamboo tubes.

Lin Fan watched the waterwheel slowly begin to move, his eyes filled with joy.

"It's true that it looks easy but is difficult to do."

This small waterwheel, which could only irrigate a small plot of land, was modified from wheels and bamboo tubes, and it took Lin Fan three whole days to complete.

Lin Fan has been in this 'ancient' society of unknown dynasty and background for 7 days.

His starting point was rather low; he was just a small tenant farmer who depended on his mother for survival.

But as a modern person, he has advanced knowledge and culture that are at least hundreds of years ahead of his time as his 'golden finger'.

The waterwheel in front of him was his first small step!

"Aunt Chen said she'd give me a penny if I helped her carry water for a day, so selling my water cart to her for a hundred pennies shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Lin Fan could already foresee that he could earn his first pot of gold just from the invention of the waterwheel.

After that, he planned to go into business and rely on his modern knowledge to gradually gain a foothold in this society!

Once he has established a certain social standing, he will naturally seek a way back!

He didn't want to stay in this boring and tedious ancient society for even a day longer.

Putting aside the distant future, just the thought of soon being able to say goodbye to the bitter days of only having rice bran porridge and coarse salt every day makes Lin Fan very happy.

"Aunt Chen!" Lin Fan greeted Aunt Chen, who had come to work in the field, warmly.

Aunt Chen glanced in this direction from afar, but didn't look at Lin Fan. Instead, she stared intently at the wheel that was turning on its own in the stream.

When she followed the bamboo tube and saw the sparkling stream water automatically irrigating the fields, her eyes revealed horror.

Aunt Chen slapped her thigh, muttered something, and turned to leave quickly.

Lin Fan raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled lightly, thinking, "Ignorant 'ancient' people."

But it doesn't matter. Based on the original owner's memories, Lin Fan knows that this era is probably a feudal dynasty, with scholars and craftsmen.

Soon, the village's 'elites' will realize the value of their invention.

By the way, we should share some of the profits with the villagers, especially our master, the landlord who shares the same surname as us, Lin.

We'll start by promoting the waterwheel in our own village, and then gradually expand it to the surrounding areas.

Perhaps the government officials will also get involved, but it doesn't matter. As a modern person, the waterwheel is just Lin Fan's first card; he has many more tricks up his sleeve.

Soon, just as Lin Fan had expected, many people came to the village.

The farmers gathered around with their hoes, and the one leading them was not Master Lin, but the only scholar in the village who had ever received an education.

The old scholar muttered to himself as he ran.

"The agricultural laws of the Great Qian Dynasty stipulate that all farmers must personally engage in spring planting and autumn harvesting, and must not rely on external means."

Lin Fan felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this. What kind of rule was this? He had never heard of it before.

The original owner, Lin Fan, was sixteen years old. He was illiterate and rarely interacted with others. He had only learned farming and bamboo craftsmanship.

Lin Fan wasn't called Lin Fan before he transmigrated; that was the name of the original owner of this body. Fortunately, Lin Fan completely inherited his memories.

Lin Fan vaguely remembered that his master, who taught him bamboo craftsmanship, had said something similar: craftsmen must make things by hand and must not use the power of evil spirits or heretics.

As a modern person with an absolutely dominant mindset, Lin Fan simply regarded such words as superstition.

After all, water is a natural force, so how can it be considered a force of evil or heresy?

However, if this were written into the laws and regulations, its nature would be different.

This era is more conservative than Lin Fan imagined.

Behind the old scholar was a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a dark green robe.

Because his robe was embroidered with a strange creature that looked like a dog and had horns on its head, everyone secretly called him the Dog-Skin Taoist.

The dog-skinned Taoist priest winked at several farmers carrying farm tools, and they immediately surrounded Lin Fan.

Lin Fan was prepared when he heard the old scholar shouting. Taking advantage of his youth and agility, he had already escaped far away.

The dog-skinned Taoist priest panicked: "You demon, you used the evil art of possession to occupy other people's bodies, and now you've created such a wicked creature. Your heart is despicable! Surrender at once!"

Lin Fan had never believed in these charlatans, but by sheer coincidence, he was actually pretty much right this time.

As he spoke, he pulled out the wooden sword from his body and threw it at Lin Fan.

whoosh-

The wooden sword flew past Lin Fan and stuck straight into the ground.

Lin Fan was taken aback. This Taoist priest was indeed quite strong, but his aim was a bit off.

Looking back, he saw that his waterwheel had been smashed to pieces by several farmers with their tools.

Lin Fan felt a pang of heartache for these ignorant ancient people!

Lin Fan had already escaped into the forest. Although the pursuers had spread out to search, they were all very familiar with the forest, so Lin Fan wouldn't be easy to find.

I'll have to find another place to develop my career, though I feel a bit bad for the original owner's mother. Once I'm successful, I'll definitely give that old scholar and that stinky Taoist priest a good beating.

As Lin Fan considered his next move, he made his way through the winding bamboo forest, intending to take a detour away from Bailin Village.

Lin Fan moved lightly on his own, while the pursuers, being numerous, needed to communicate loudly, always making a lot of noise, which made it easy for Lin Fan to evade them.

This meant taking a detour, but fortunately, the original owner was very familiar with the forest and didn't get lost.

"The footsteps and voices were getting quieter and quieter; I think I've almost shaken them off."

Lin Fan strode briskly, preparing to take a shortcut to the next village. Since he was already penniless, starting over now wouldn't make much difference.

Just as he was making his plans, Lin Fan suddenly felt his center of gravity shift, and he became top-heavy and unsteady, flipping over.

Lin Fan frantically waved his arms and legs, but with one foot dangling in the air, he couldn't muster any strength.

Even bending over like a shrimp, I couldn't reach my ankles.

Trouble!

A thought flashed through Lin Fan's mind: he had been grabbed by the leg by the mountain demon, and now the demon's gaping maw was waiting to tear him in two!

After a dozen seconds of panic, thinking he was going to die, Lin Fan finally understood the situation.

He had actually stepped into a hunter's trap!

Lin Fan naturally knew where the traps were in the forest, and the hunters would thoughtfully mark them to prevent the villagers from accidentally stepping on them.

If that's the case, then this trap is no old one!

Not far away, the tall figure of the hunter Niu Dadan gradually approached. Lin Fan understood; this was a trap prepared specifically for him.

As expected of a hunter, this guy is different from the others. Instead of joining the noisy pursuers, he quietly sneaked ahead of me and set up a trap!

"You bastard, you motherfucker..."

Before Lin Fan could finish speaking, he felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, and his consciousness flew away like a kite with its string cut.

"To be resurrected through a corpse is against the laws of nature. Since it was not your own will, there are extenuating circumstances."

"The departed souls sighed with regret, their hearts filled with resentment. To fulfill their long-cherished wish and make amends for their sins."