Starting with the Magic Absorption Technique: I swept through the fantasy world.

"My head hurts so much. Where am I?" Wang Mu opened his eyes and was surprised to find himself lying in bed.

As the sect leader of the most powerful medicine sect on the Immortal Spirit Continent, he reached the realm of a first-grade medicine god in just two hundred years. However, when he took the final step to try to break through to the highest realm of special-grade medicine saint, his body was shattered by heavenly lightning.

In his final moments of consciousness, all he saw was the endless, dragon-like bolts of purple lightning crashing down.

Wang Mu held his head and groaned, "I should be dead by now. Could it be that some powerful figure rescued me? But how is that possible?"

"Mu'er, you've finally woken up."

Hurried footsteps sounded, and a face streaked with tears appeared before him.

A woman in her forties is at the peak of her charm. Even if her face is full of fear and she looks haggard, she still cannot hide the allure in her eyes.

"Is there anything wrong with your body?" The woman naturally took his hand.

Who is she? Why do I feel a sense of familiarity with her?

How dare she hold my hand! What kind of behavior is this? Even if it were the Flower Fairy back then, I would have refused her. Although I regretted it later, women only hinder my advancement.

Wang Mu was roaring inside, but tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes.

Damn, I actually cried...

Wang Mu's dazed appearance terrified the woman. She turned around, stood up, and asked an old man in a gray robe with a goatee, "What's going on? Why doesn't Mu'er recognize me?"

The old man leaned closer, examined him briefly, and sighed softly, "Madam, the young master was fighting in the brothel. I don't know who did it, but they hit him on the back of the head with a stick. Although he's awake now, he'll probably have some aftereffects."

"Aftereffects?" The young woman was startled, her voice turning panicked. "Old Tian, ​​don't scare me. You know this child has never been able to cultivate since he was little. If something else happens to his head, his life will be ruined."

"Let me think of another way, but I'm only a ninth-rank physician," Old Tian said with a troubled expression.

What were they talking about?

What brothel? What fight? Are they talking about me? Damn it, what's going on? Wang Mu struggled to his feet.

There was a table next to the bed, and on the table was a bronze mirror.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Wang Mu was completely stunned.

It was a young face with long, black hair, a handsome appearance, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and thin lips.

But it's definitely not him.

This face is much less attractive than before, mainly because the skin is too pale and the eye bags are deep.

Could this be the legendary soul parasitism? In the past, some schools of thought spoke of the six realms of reincarnation, and that after a person dies, their soul can parasitize an unconscious fetus.

But my body looks at least seventeen or eighteen years old, so how could my soul be residing in his body?

Wang Mu's mind raced with thoughts.

He tried to use the Medicine God Heavenly Star Technique he had cultivated in his previous life, but his body was completely empty, like a dried-up well.

Forget about true qi, I can't even sense anything in my dantian.

Wang Mu frowned and placed his hand on his pulse point.

Physically weak and lacking in foundation.

This body doesn't look like that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy at all; it's even worse than the bodies of those middle-aged men who spend their days drinking and womanizing.

Even if it's a case of soul parasitism, at least let me be parasitized in a body with a slightly better foundation. With a body like this, it's hard to say whether I can live past twenty-five.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy, and countless fragments of memory flooded into his head.

In the Great Qi Dynasty, in Xuzhou Prefecture, Wang was the useless son of the Wang family. His mother, Wu, was a noble lady from a prominent family. He contracted a cold while in the womb and was unable to cultivate, so he grew up soaking in medicine pots all day long.

Because of his parents' pampering, he committed all sorts of evil deeds and started frequenting brothels at the age of fifteen. While others could walk through the flowers without getting a single petal on them, he had already plucked the trees bare.

Throughout the entire Xuzhou Prefecture, everyone knows this powerful figure.

"Madam, something terrible has happened!" Hurried footsteps approached, the door was pushed open, and a maid rushed in.

"What kind of behavior is this?" Madam Wu scolded, her son still lying in bed, and she was in a bad mood. "Can't you see that the young master is resting?"

"Yes..." The maid's words were interrupted by light footsteps, and a young girl walked in quickly.

The maid gave a helpless look and retreated to the back.

The girl was about sixteen years old, with her hair styled in a simple bun and adorned with a gleaming gold hairpin, clearly dressed as an unmarried young woman.

Her appearance was fresh and refined, like a water lily that remained unstained by the water. Her clear eyes were like a mirror, revealing a noble and aloof air.

"Ling'er, it's you." Madam Wu walked over and said happily, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? Are you here to visit Mu'er too?"

“Aunt Wu…” The girl lowered her head slightly, “I have something to announce today.”

"What brings you here in person? You're about to marry into our Wang family and will be the young mistress of the house. There's no need to be so polite," Madam Wu said with a smile.

The maidservants beside her were trying desperately to signal, but unfortunately, Madam Wu didn't notice.

The girl was quite pretty. Wang Mu's gaze slid downwards, and he immediately calmed down—it was a pity that Qiu He was too flat-chested to have many children.

Ling'er glanced at Wang Mu on the bed, a hint of disdain on her lips, "I heard you were beaten up in a brothel."

"Ling'er, don't listen to idle gossip." Madam Wu was somewhat embarrassed.

"Aunt Wu, the whole city is talking about this now. I know you're very good to me, but some things can't be forced. As for my marriage to Wang Mu, let me tell you, I will not agree to it," the girl said.

"Ling'er, I know Mu'er did something wrong. I will discipline him properly, so please don't blame him," Madam Wu said quickly.

"Aunt Wu, isn't it a bit late to discipline them now?" The girl rolled her eyes.

The matriarch of the Wang family was known for spoiling her son. On Wang Mu's sixteenth birthday, she booked all the restaurants in Xuzhou Prefecture for a three-day banquet. Wang Mu, the spendthrift son, also booked more than fifty courtesans on a painted boat on the shore of Xuzhou Lake for three days.

This absurd incident is still recorded in the Xuzhou Prefecture records.

However, the Wang family does indeed have the power to do so. They monopolize all the pill business in Xuzhou City, and money is just a number to them.

Those small shops whose market share had been squeezed out by the Wang family were secretly cursing Wang Mu for being unable to cultivate. They all said it was the Wang family's just deserts, and that their enormous fortune would be squandered before the next generation could even get through.