Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 1

On the Moonlit Peak of the Back Mountain

Thunderclouds gathered, rumbling ominously.

Song Tan, a spirit cultivator with dual water and wood roots from the Wen Tian Sect of the Cang Xuan Realm, had been growing spiritual plants on this mountain for a hundred years. Finally, she had reached a breakthrough opportunity!

However, she hadn’t anticipated that the tribulation lightning during her breakthrough would be so fierce. Her body was shattered by the lightning, and even her soul was torn apart.

In a daze, just before her death, Song Tan saw countless familiar yet strange scenes—

Several cars were overturned and piled up in a chaotic mess.

There were collisions, pain, and cries.

The overturned car, the oil slowly spreading on the bridge.

People anxiously beating on car windows all around her. Her vision was tinged with blood, she couldn’t move, nor could she speak.

“Hello, 120? There’s a multi-car crash on the Ninghai Bridge…”

“Bang!”

“Get the driver out first, they still have breath—”

“This girl’s leg is stuck… someone help—”

“Move quickly, there’s a fuel leak, it might explode—”

Song Tan stared blankly at all this, unable to react. Was this… a heart demon?

But strangely, there was a girl in the car who was deeply pulling at her heart.

However, the girl’s head was covered in blood, her eyes slowly closing, her breath weakening. Song Tan could see the spiritual light on her body dissipating—her soul was about to scatter.

In the next moment, Song Tan felt something pulling her, and then her shattered soul suddenly sank.

In her haze, a girl with snow-white skin and dark, bright eyes looked at her, her gaze full of joy and comfort: “You’re back.”

What did she mean?

Just as Song Tan was about to ask, she saw the girl’s spiritual light rushing towards her own broken soul, tightly merging together.

Past life, present life…

She remembered!

This wasn’t a heart demon!

She had returned! She had come back from the cultivation world to the moment of her near-death in the modern world!

This was her past life! She was originally Song Tan, who had died in a car accident, lost her memory, and arrived in the Cang Xuan Realm, where she struggled to cultivate from a village girl to join the Wen Tian Sect.

For over a hundred years, she had relentlessly cultivated just to survive in the perilous cultivation world…

She was Song Tan!

…

But the previous collision had been too severe, and her body was in unbearable pain. In her last life, she had died in this car accident…

No, she couldn’t let that happen!

Song Tan desperately gathered the sparse spiritual energy around her, trying to repair her body.

The thin spiritual energy slowly flowed through her body, arduously healing her damaged organs and body.

When she finally managed to open her blood-blurred eyes, she saw a man’s handsome yet tense face.

He was so close that Song Tan could see his dark brown eyes and unusually thick eyelashes. Especially the small black mole on his forehead, perfectly centered.

He gritted his teeth but still managed to speak with difficulty:

“Don’t be afraid! I’m pulling you out now—”

Behind him, someone was shouting frantically: “Move quickly, it’s on fire, it’s on fire—”

“Hold on!”

The man holding her said in a low, firm voice, sweat dripping from his forehead and cheeks onto Song Tan’s face.

Her body was being pulled forward with increasing force, pain radiating through every part of her, her soul feeling tightly bound to her body.

In the next moment!

“Explosion—”

The screams around her grew more fearful!

“Bang!”

Her heavy body was thrown out violently. She shuddered, completely losing consciousness.

…

When she woke up again, three heads popped out beside her bed. The one in the lead was a middle-aged doctor with sparse hair but clear eyes:

“How do you feel now?”

Song Tan’s eyes fell on the badge on his chest—

A particularly vivid ID photo.

Ning Province First People’s Hospital

Attending Physician: Zhang Yuan

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

Her soul had merged, past and present, over a hundred years, she was finally back.

The hospital’s disinfectant smell was pervasive, the spiritual energy as thin as a thread. She focused her mind, silently reciting her cultivation method, and after a long time, managed to gather a few wisps of spiritual energy, slowly flowing towards her.

Song Tan breathed a sigh of relief—being able to cultivate was good.

If she could cultivate, she could protect herself. After all, with over a hundred years of experience growing spiritual plants, she could definitely support herself.

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

“I’m… okay.”

The intern on the left obediently handed over the medical record book, and the newly promoted attending physician scribbled on it with a flourish, imitating his predecessors’ calligraphy, while smiling with great friendliness:

“Our test results are good too. Miss, you’re lucky! In a multi-car crash, you only suffered a head injury and might have a slight concussion, but everything else looks fine.”

“We’ll observe you for another day or two, and you should be able to leave the hospital.”

“But, the scene was chaotic, and your phone in your clothes didn’t turn on. Since your injuries weren’t serious, we haven’t notified your family yet.”

Family…

Three honest faces flashed through Song Tan’s mind.

She instinctively touched her head, remembering the scene of the car accident, and hurriedly asked:

“I remember someone saved me at that time. How is he now?”

In her past life, she had lost consciousness at the moment of the car accident and never knew if someone had tried to save her.

And now…

The attending physician hesitated. “Half an hour ago, 18 injured people were transferred to our hospital. I heard from the firefighters that a young man pulled you out of the car, right?”

Song Tan nodded.

The doctor hesitated for a moment. “He… is not in danger, he’s from out of town, and his family just took him to a higher-level hospital.”

Song Tan’s heart eased.

“Could you tell me his or his family’s contact information? I want to thank him in person.”

Saving her life was a great favor, whether for the 23-year-old Song Tan or the Song Tan who had cultivated for countless years.

Even in the Cang Xuan Realm, this was a significant favor that needed to be repaid with all one’s might.

The doctor shook his head. “The gentleman saved several people at the time. His family said no thanks were necessary and didn’t want to reveal any contact information.”

“Which hospital did they go to?”

“They went to Renai Hospital in the capital.”

Song Tan nodded and didn’t ask further.

She thought—right now, she hadn’t fully adapted to this place. Once she gathered more spiritual energy and started cultivating again, she could use divination to find her benefactor.

…

After the doctors left, Song Tan found it hard to accept the now polluted air, with spiritual energy so scarce it was almost nonexistent.

Instinctively, she felt under her pillow, finding nothing.

Of course, everything had been burned in the car accident, including her identification.

She tentatively opened the bedside drawer and found a phone with a broken screen inside.

The screen was mostly shattered, but it had somehow managed to turn on after a night in the drawer. Song Tan fumbled with it and successfully powered it up.

She opened the interface and saw a green app with a glaring red 99+ message notification in the corner.

There was also a blue one, making a dreadful dinging sound.

She immediately felt a sense of resistance.

A cultivator’s sixth sense often helped them avoid bad things. Song Tan thought:

This message must be bad news! Better not to look!

For now, she’d play with her phone. It had been over a hundred years, and she was eager to use it again.

She slid her finger down and accidentally opened an app with a music note symbol.

“Douyin, start a beautiful life!”

Song Tan: …

Well, it’s already open, I might as well take a look…