I was reborn as a young master in an invincible family of immortals

Lin Yu felt as if he had been hit by a heavy truck. The pain was excruciating, and his consciousness gradually blurred. He remembered the endless busyness of modern society. He had just finished an all-night shift and was extremely exhausted. When crossing the road, he ran a red light for some unknown reason. Then, his eyes went black and he lost all consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Yu slowly opened his eyes, but was instantly awakened by the unfamiliar scene in front of him. This was an antique room with a carved wooden bed and gauze curtains. The furnishings in the room all exuded a sense of ancient charm, which was completely different from the modern urban environment he was familiar with.

"Where am I?" Lin Yu tried to get up, but found that although his body was a little weak, it was not the look of being exhausted by work. He looked down and found that he was wearing an exquisite brocade robe with exquisite cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a little girl who looked like a maid came in with a basin of water. Seeing Lin Yu wake up, she exclaimed in surprise: "Master, you are finally awake! You have been in a coma for several days, and the master and the young lady are so worried!"

"Master?" Lin Yu looked bewildered. Before he could ask in detail, the maid continued, "Master, you are too careless this time. How can you force a breakthrough during cultivation? You almost went astray."

Cultivation? Obsessed? Lin Yu was startled, and a large number of memories that did not belong to him suddenly flooded into his mind. It turned out that he was reborn in an unfamiliar world of immortal cultivation, and the owner of this body was named Lin Yun, a descendant of an immortal cultivation family.

Lin Yu, no, now he should be called Lin Yun, digested all this suddenness. In his memory, this world respected immortal cultivation, and the strong could change the world and achieve immortality. As a family of immortal cultivation, the Lin family also had considerable prestige in this area.

"Brother, you're awake!" A clear cry interrupted Lin Yun's thoughts. A girl in a pink dress ran in. It was Lin Yun's sister, Lin Wan'er. Her eyes were slightly red, obviously from crying. Seeing Lin Yun wake up, a bright smile immediately broke out on her face.

"Wan'er..." Lin Yun subconsciously called out the name, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. The original owner of this body had a very deep bond with his sister, and at this moment, he also truly felt this kinship.

Lin Wan'er held Lin Yun's hand, chattering about her worries over the past few days. Lin Yun listened, pondering his current situation. Since he had been reborn into this world, he had to live well. Furthermore, he still had a question in his mind: why was he reborn here? Was there some secret?

Just then, steady footsteps echoed, and a middle-aged man in a long robe and a dignified countenance entered. He was the Lin family's patriarch, Lin Yun's father. He looked at Lin Yun with a mixture of reproach and relief in his eyes. "Yun'er, you were too reckless to force your way through this time. But now that you've awakened, it's good. You must proceed steadily and cautiously from now on, and don't worry me anymore."

"Yes, father, I've got it in mind." Lin Yun replied respectfully.

In the days that followed, Lin Yun gradually adapted to this new identity and world. Relying on the tenacity of his previous life as an office worker, he diligently studied the cultivation knowledge of this world, starting with the most basic breathing techniques.

Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight shone through the Lin family courtyard, Lin Yun would retreat to the ancient locust tree within. Following the method he memorized, he would regulate his breathing, attempting to sense the subtle spiritual energy flowing between heaven and earth. Initially, his progress was sluggish; the spiritual energy seemed to elude him, difficult to truly absorb. But Lin Yun remained undeterred. If he failed once, he would try again. If he failed twice, he would try again. He persevered, just as he had once tackled difficult work projects in modern society, with the same unwavering perseverance.

However, Lin Yun also sensed that within the seemingly peaceful Lin family, there seemed to be undercurrents. Some of the family's lesser branches, seeing the attention Lin Yun, as a direct descendant, garnered, sometimes jealous glances. And outside the Lin family, Murong Feng, the arrogant son of an aristocratic family, had long considered him a rival and was secretly plotting ways to trip him up.

Once, when Lin Yun went to the family library to borrow a book on elementary cultivation formations, he encountered some minor trouble. A steward, who was in charge of guarding the library and was close to a member of a branch family, deliberately made things difficult for Lin Yun, claiming the book had been borrowed, even though Lin Yun clearly remembered seeing it on the shelf just a few days prior. Lin Yun understood the trickery, but he didn't react immediately. Instead, he smiled and walked away. He knew he wasn't strong enough to deal with such people yet; his top priority was to improve his cultivation skills as quickly as possible.

But Lin Yun was not afraid. He had a firm belief in his heart that since he was reborn, he would carve out a world of his own on the path of cultivating immortals, solve the mystery of rebirth, and write his own legend.