Dog Brother transmigrates into Lin Pingzhi: The Tai Xuan Scripture suppresses all nations

"Young Master, you're awake! Thank goodness!"

Shi Potian slowly opened his eyes, still groggy and confused. Suddenly, a clear, bell-like voice rang in his ears. He turned his head and saw a pretty face rushing towards him with a look of surprise and delight.

Upon first hearing the voice, Shi Potian thought he had returned to the Chang Le Gang, and the beautiful girl in front of him was Shi Jian. But upon closer inspection, he realized it was a strange little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. She was wearing a light green dress, her hair was styled in two buns, and she had a charming and lovely appearance.

Shi Potian felt a pang of disappointment. He glanced around and realized he was in an unfamiliar room. The room was large and exquisitely furnished. On the opposite wall hung a bow and arrow and a long sword. He was currently lying on a large bed.

He asked the little girl, "Little sister, who are you? What am I doing here? Is this the Chang Le Gang?"

Shi Potian only remembered that just moments before he was drinking on the mountain. His mother was dead, and it seemed he would never know who he really was. Overwhelmed with sorrow, he drank one cup after another, until he finally fell asleep without knowing how.

How did I end up here when I woke up? Did Mr. Bei bring me to the Chang Le Gang again?

The young girl said, "Young master, it's me, Xiao He! This is your bedroom, don't you remember? You fell off your horse while hunting and have been unconscious for five days. What kind of gang is the Chang Le Gang? This is your Lin Family Fuwei Escort Agency!"

As she spoke, her eyes reddened, her earlier surprise turning into shock. She thought, "Young Master finally woke up, but he doesn't even recognize me! Could he have really damaged his brain? No, I have to go tell Madam right away!"

Shi Potian looked bewildered and replied, "Fuwei Escort Agency? My home? My home is in the mountains, not here, and my surname isn't Lin. Little sister, you've mistaken me for someone else."

He was certain he didn't know this girl named Xiaohe, and he was also certain he didn't have such a beautiful bedroom. He tried to push himself up with his hands, but after only getting a little up, he fell back onto the bed with a "thud"—his hands were too weak to get up at all.

Xiaohe was startled and hurriedly said, "Young Master, you've been unconscious for five days. You've only had some soup and water, and you're still very weak. Please lie down and rest. I'll go and call Madam!"

After saying that, he hurriedly went out.

Shi Potian lay on the bed, stunned as he looked at his long, fair, and utterly powerless hands. In the blink of an eye, he kicked off the blanket, rolled up his trouser leg to examine the six-pointed snowflake scar on his leg, only to find that the scar had disappeared.

His mind was in turmoil: These weren't his own hands, nor his own legs. Ever since he mastered the Tai Xuan Scripture, he shouldn't be this weak. He wouldn't be unable to get out of bed even after a month, let alone five days without food. What was going on?

He secretly circulated his inner energy and discovered that his internal strength in his dantian was thin and barely perceptible; his once earth-shattering internal energy had vanished. This horrified him beyond belief, even more so than when he discovered unknown scars suddenly growing on his body at the Chang Le Gang.

He thought to himself that this must be a dream, so he pinched his arm hard and groaned in pain.

"Ping'er, Ping'er, you're awake! Your mother was so worried these past few days!"

Suddenly, a woman's joyful cry rang out from outside the door, followed by hurried footsteps. Shi Potian snapped out of his daze, realizing that the so-called "Madam" had arrived.

With a creak, the lady pushed open the door, followed by Xiaohe. The two women approached with concerned expressions. The lady asked, "Ping'er, how are you? You finally woke up, but Xiaohe said you don't recognize anyone. Don't scare your mother. Let your mother see you."

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Shi Potian's cheek.

Shi Potian turned his head and stared blankly at the middle-aged woman with a kind face in front of him, feeling that fate liked to play a joke on him. The scene before him was all too familiar, only now Madam Shi had become this woman.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, "Madam, you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not your son. My name is Gou... Gou..."

The word "bastard" almost slipped out, but Shi Potian knew it wasn't a good name and managed to hold it back. Yet, he didn't know what to call himself. Shi Potian and Shi Yidao weren't his real names, and now, for some reason, it felt like even his body wasn't his own anymore. All of this felt like a dream.

When the woman heard her son not recognize her and was talking nonsense, calling her "Madam," tears instantly welled up in her eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed, took Shi Potian's hand, and cried out, "Ping'er, I'm your mother! Look at me carefully again."

Shi Potian said, "Madam, my mother just died yesterday. You've mistaken me for someone else. I don't know how I suddenly got here. Xiaohe said this is the Fuwei Escort Agency. What does an escort agency do? Is it a place for throwing darts?"

The thought of his mother's death brought a pang of sorrow to Shi Potian's heart.

Upon hearing this, the lady nearly fainted. Xiao He, standing nearby, was also dumbfounded, thinking to herself, "It's over, it's over, the young master has really gone mad, he actually cursed his own mother to her death."

The lady, being a chivalrous woman of the martial arts world, knew that her son might have damaged his brain and lost his memory. She quickly rallied, wiping away her tears as she said to Xiaohe, "Xiaohe, quickly go and fetch a doctor to come and see Ping'er."

Xiaohe replied, "Yes, Madam," and left to carry out the order.

The lady held Shi Potian's hand tightly, her expression both loving and worried. Shi Potian had only felt this way with Min Rou before, but he knew she must have admitted her mistake as well.

He said, "Madam, I am not ill, I just lack strength. You have mistaken me for someone else."

The lady said, "Ping'er, you are flesh of my flesh, I've never left your side since you were little, how could I mistake you for someone else? You fell off your horse and hit your head a few days ago, don't worry, the doctor will heal you."

Seeing the lady's sincere words, Shi Potian was filled with doubt and asked her, "Madam, are there any mirrors in the room?"

Although the lady was puzzled, she still got up and went to the room to get a bronze mirror, which she then held up in front of Shi Potian.

Shi Potian opened his eyes, his pupils dilated instantly, and he cried out, "Ah!" He said to the woman, "This...this...this...this isn't me! Who is this?"

The lady was startled. Just then, Xiao He's voice came from outside the door: "Madam, the doctor has arrived!"

The lady said urgently, "Please come in quickly, Ping'er is having another episode and talking nonsense."

A white-haired doctor hurried in. Xiaohe had already described the symptoms on the way. He glanced at Shi Potian's dazed look, asked the lady about the previous events, and then walked to the bedside, picked up Shi Potian's arm to take his pulse.

A moment later, they carefully examined his eyelids again. The lady and Xiaohe stood anxiously by, and Xiaohe, unable to contain her impatience, asked, "Doctor, how is my young master?"

The doctor, while busy with his work, replied, "Aside from being weak, Young Master Escort, there's nothing wrong with you." He then said to Shi Potian, "Young Master Escort, do you still recognize this old man?"

The doctor was a well-known physician in the city and had been an acquaintance of the lady's family for decades, hence the question.

After being shocked by the face reflected in the bronze mirror, Shi Potian remained staring blankly at the sky, letting the doctor do as he pleased. The doctor called him several times before he snapped out of his daze and said to Shi Potian, "Doctor, I'm not sick. I remember everything that happened clearly. I only recognize Dr. Bei; he's incredibly skilled. He even carved scars on my body. But now the scars on my legs are gone, and my face has changed. Doctor, are you even more skilled than Mr. Bei, able to change people's faces?"

The doctor frowned, then pressed on, his voice suddenly rising: "Then tell me, what's your name? Where do you live?"

Shi Potian opened his mouth, a wave of indescribable bewilderment washing over him. He looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, then at the anxious woman before him. Everything seemed both familiar and utterly surreal. Unable to grasp the situation, he blurted out:

"My name is... Dog Bastard."