Transmigrating into the world of Jade Dynasty, I was targeted by the female lead in a reverse romanc

Then, he raised his fist and punched down on his bald head.

Boom!

His head hit the mud.

Another punch.

Boom!

His forehead was cut, and blood was flowing out, mixed with mud and water.

The third punch, the fourth punch...

The fists rose and fell, monotonous and dull.

Puzhi initially twitched, but later he just swayed with the force of the fist.

His well-worn eye stared blankly at the dark night sky.

The murky stuff inside is gradually dissolving.

Things that belong to "humanity" are slowly emerging.

Excruciating pain, confusion, and then... terror, disbelief, and overwhelming regret.

"My own" fist stopped.

The fist was covered in blood and flesh, with some areas even showing bone.

This body was already on the verge of collapse, and was being sustained by a force that did not belong to it.

"Self" looked at his fist, then at Puzhi, and muttered, "Troublesome."

Then he stood up unsteadily. As soon as he stood up straight, his body swayed as if all the bones had been removed. With a thud, he fell backward and fell asleep immediately.

Excruciating pain, coldness, weakness, and darkness surged towards him like a tide.

Oh my god... This is really bad...

He thought vaguely.

I seemed to hear that woman's voice again.

"His heart is gone... how can he be saved?"

"...Give it a try."

His voice lowered, as if he were talking to himself.

"Set the bones... first."

Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't feel the "hands," but he felt his shattered arm and leg bones being forcibly enveloped by a gentle yet domineering force. Then something hot flowed over them, like welding iron, binding them together.

The process was quick, but the tingling, numbness, itching, and pain went straight to my brain.

"The eyes...that's a bit of a problem."

My left eye socket is burning hot, as if something is regrowing and weaving.

"The lungs... can't be leaky."

The messy area on his chest was smoothed out and repaired by a force.

"……Heart."

"It's shattered into pieces... what can we use to fix it?"

The voice hesitated for a moment.

"That bead..."

His gaze shifted to the muddy ground beside him.

The deep purple bead lay quietly in the blood, its surface gleaming with a dim light.

"That's readily available..."

"He's a bit fierce, but... he can keep people in check."

"Give it a try."

Jiang Xiaochuan felt that the distant bead was being pulled up by an invisible force, slowly flying up and hovering above his chest.

Then, the bead slowly fell into the broken hole.

Icy cold, bone-chillingly cold, instantly spread throughout my limbs and every orifice.

Then came the burning sensation, as if magma was being forcibly poured into my chest, rushing wildly through every blood vessel and meridian!

Wherever it passed, there were crackling and popping sounds, as if something was breaking and then rebuilding.

"Waaah..."

His body involuntarily emitted a painful groan.

His body began to convulse violently.

"Bear with it, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget. Don't do it again next time."

That's what the voice said.

The burning sensation intensified, while the icy coolness remained ever-present.

Two extreme sensations clashed and merged within the body.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

The intense burning sensation gradually subsided, leaving only a warm, ember-like warmth.

The icy sting faded, replaced by a heavy, chilling presence.

There was no movement.

He felt it carefully.

There was no "thump, thump, thump" pulsation.

There was only silence.

"Alright."

Her voice sounded tired.

"I won't die...but who knows what will happen next?"

The sound gradually faded and disappeared.

The cold consciousness that supported his control retreated back into the god-slaying spear stuck in the mud.

The gun was dull and lacked luster.

The rain stopped.

He lay motionless in the cold, muddy water.

He can feel his body now.

Pain, pain that is everywhere.

But he survived, he really survived.

But my chest feels empty...

There was no heartbeat.

Only a cold bead has taken the place of the heart, existing silently.

What... is this?

……

The sunlight was blinding.

It seeped in through the gap in my eyelids, making me dizzy.

He was awakened by a series of mournful cries.

There were also more suppressed, broken sobs and buzzing voices.

And... banging a gong?

It made a loud banging noise that hurt people's ears.

A strong smell of cheap incense and paper money... assaulted my nostrils.

He opened his eyes.

It was dark all around, with only a few rays of light filtering in from above, illuminating the swirling dust.

It was hard and uncomfortable under my body, making my back hurt.

The surrounding area was made of rough wooden planks, very close to my face.

Where is this...?

coffin?!

He jolted awake and sat up instinctively.

Boom!

His head slammed hard against the wooden board above him, and he saw stars.

The outside suddenly fell silent.

The crying stopped, the talking stopped, and even the annoying gong stopped.

A few seconds later.

"ah--!"

"A ghost!"

"An immortal...an immortal has risen from the dead!"

Terrified screams and footsteps mingled together.

Jiang Xiaochuan covered his head, not caring about anything else, and pushed upwards with all his might.

em

The coffin lid wasn't heavy, but it seemed...

It seems to be nailed quite tightly.

"Hey, is anyone outside? Could you open the door for me...?"

It was quiet outside again.

Then an old man, his voice trembling with sobs, spoke.

"Is...is it Jiang Xiaoxianren?"

"It's me..." Jiang Xiaochuan coughed twice.

"I'm not dead... Help... Help me open this lid?"

A cacophony of voices rose outside, a mixture of fear and disbelief.

After a while, the coffin lid was slowly pried open, and more light poured in.

Jiang Xiaochuan narrowed his eyes.

Several faces, still shaken, stared intently.

Among them were the old man who lost an arm yesterday, and other surviving villagers, their faces streaked with tears and their eyes red.

"It really is...it really is a little immortal."

"Quick! Help the little immortal up!"

Jiang Xiaochuan leaned against the edge of the coffin and slowly sat up.

The sunlight fell, stinging his eyes and making them sting.

He squinted, looking around.

This is an open space, now densely packed with makeshift beds made of wooden planks.

A white cloth covered the top, and a human figure could be vaguely seen under the cloth.

Many villagers, men, women, and children, gathered around, but they all looked ashen-faced, with blank or terrified eyes.

Seeing him sit up, many people instinctively stepped back, but the gazes of many more slowly shifted from fear to surprise and doubt, and then a faint light appeared in their eyes.

"Immortal...you...are you really not dead?" a woman asked timidly, still clutching a handful of unburnt paper money in her hand.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked down at himself.

His Taoist robe was tattered and covered in black and red bloodstains and mud, clinging stiffly to his body.

He placed his palm on his left chest and quietly felt it.

There was no heartbeat; all was silent.

He really didn't die.

He was pierced through the abdomen and his heart... yet he didn't die.

Is it because of that... gun?

"I...I'm fine. I'm sorry to have startled everyone."

He forced an awkward smile.

He climbed out of the coffin, his movements stiff and uncoordinated.

My feet felt a little soft on solid ground.

The villagers looked at him, at his blood-stained Taoist robe, at his pale face, at him crawling out of the coffin and standing alive in the sunlight.

I don't know who started crying first.

Immediately afterwards, cries of grief filled the air, but they were not cries of fear, but cries of relief after surviving a catastrophe.

……