Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

Within the epidemic zone.

A dozen or so spacious thatched huts were neatly arranged. Inside each hut, apart from the central aisle, the ground on both sides was covered with sick people.

"bang bang bang-"

"You took your medicine."

With his face covered by a silk cloth, Shao Linshen skillfully carried a bucket of medicinal juice and moved around inside the thatched shed. When he saw a wooden bowl on the ground, he would scoop a spoonful from the bucket into the bowl.

Whether the patients will drink it or not depends entirely on whether they can move.

Like the elderly couple from the Hong family, whose spines were broken by soldiers before they were dragged here, now only their heads can move. Let alone taking medicine, they even have to beg someone next to them to feed them a couple of mouthfuls of hot porridge.

As time went on, those patients became quite ill themselves, and had no time to care about others.

"Son-in-law...good son-in-law, mother...I beg you, please...have mercy and give...give us some food?!"

As she watched Shao Linshen pass by them once again, Granny Hong's dry, cracked lips opened and closed incessantly, the blood seeping from her wounds moistening her mouth. She coughed lightly, finally able to ask for help.

“In the past…we were heartless and cruel, we did things that wronged you. We apologize to you. Please have pity on us and give us some food.”

"Where are those flies coming from?"

Shao Lin rubbed his ears and muttered something. In front of the elderly couple from the Hong family, he ignored their empty bowls and poured more medicine into the bowl next to him.

Shao Linshen felt no pity for these two. If he hadn't taken his revenge quickly enough in this life, he would be the one lying on the ground, struggling in his death throes.

In their past lives, they had stepped over the original owner's corpse and become one of the beneficiaries.

but--

"Brother Fan, have you found out what illness these people have?"

Shao Linshen needs to accumulate merit to change his fate, and he also needs to accumulate merit to cultivate the "Longevity Mantra". The demand for this stuff is quite high.

Although his current cultivation technique is mediocre, it allows Shao Linshen to cultivate in every world. Moreover, although he cannot take the accumulated cultivation with him, the enhanced spiritual strength will not decrease.

In other words, if Shao Linshen were to one day wander into the cultivation world, and if his cultivation level at that time was Nascent Soul, then he only needed to accumulate spiritual energy to easily cross over and become a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Of course, right now he's just a lowly henchman at the seventh level of Qi Refining, a realm far beyond his reach. [Cultivation Levels: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation... Nine levels for each realm.]

Shaolin Shen's efforts to change his fate through good deeds have yielded remarkable results. According to Pangu Banner, if his former soul was a ball of dung wrapped in gold sand, it is now a half-black, half-yellow Taiji diagram.

If one day his soul and body were to completely transform into a golden form, it wouldn't be a dream for him to attain sainthood through this merit.

"The way to collect merit is too vague, Brother Fan. Why don't you make me a panel too? For every bit of merit I earn, you can add one more?"

While joking to himself, Shao Linshen didn't forget to carefully feed medicine to the seriously ill refugees.

“…I am not a system, I don’t have that function.” Pangu Banner said after a long silence.

"But didn't you swallow a system? Why don't you learn how to use it?"

Shaolin's Deep Complaint:

"That guy was even planning to tie me to him and promised me a bunch of benefits."

"Sigh, I trusted you so much back then, and I didn't get any benefits in the end. Brother Fan, you've been such a useless 'divine weapon'."

"…Then I'll leave?"

"No problem, something is better than nothing."

Seeing that he had angered the other party, Shao Linshen quickly coaxed, "You still have many advantages, such as... well... cough, that's not important. The important thing is, have you found out about their illness?"

Enraged, Pangu Banner, disguised as a sparrow, pecked the fellow several times with its beak before finally venting its anger:

"It's cholera. The refugees ate everything along the way, so it was inevitable that they would get infected."

"I recently traced the system's path and found a passage through its original timeline..."

The other party did indeed come from a technological plane, but that place was severely depleted of resources, so it sent "systems" to various small worlds to plunder.

Those systems bind to their hosts, feigning to help them reach the pinnacle of life, absorbing their fortune, and undermining the internal workings of the Heavenly Dao until the small world is no longer able to resist, at which point they completely conquer the world.

"That plane has already invaded many small worlds, and we might run into them at any time."

"At that time, we can also earn a great deal of merit by saving the world."

"Alright, stop dreaming. Now that you've found their dimension, get some medicine first."

Shao Linshen interrupted abruptly, saying:

"I've already found so many fragments for you, and you secretly take something else. You're not going to ask me for merit points too, are you?"

Pangu Banner, who was about to speak, shut up in frustration.

Shao Lin glanced sideways at the sparrow perched on the thatched shed, thinking to himself, "Any more questions?"

"……Gone."

*

With the help of medication, most people in the epidemic area have brought their illness under control, and some people with milder symptoms are now able to get out of bed and walk around.

The doctor who had been following Shao Linshen was puzzled as to why the medicine he prescribed was so effective all of a sudden.

But since he had cured the patient, he didn't dare to investigate further. He also generously shared some of the rewards he received with the refugees, including Shao Linshen, who were helping him.

On the other hand, Hong Peilan's side, after discovering that Shao Linshen was nowhere to be found in the camp, assumed that he had already left with the border troops.

Immediately, she couldn't wait to find Chen Kaiyuan and beg him to be her witness.

"No matter what, I am carrying the child of your Chen family. For the sake of the child, I only ask that you say one word to the official in charge of household registration and tell him that I am indeed Shao Linshen's wife."

As Hong Peilan spoke, she took out the letter of divorce and showed it to the other party.

However, at this moment, the letter of divorce was half wet with mud and water stains, which just happened to cover the area where the name, address, and thumbprint were printed.

Chen Kaiyuan glanced at the letter of divorce a few more times, frowning as he was about to refuse.

But when he saw the woman's protruding belly, he hesitated.

Seeing an opportunity, Hong Peilan quickly encouraged them:

"It's just a matter of saying a few words, it's not like I'm asking you to lie, so why are you so timid?"

"Do you think they'll be grateful if you curry favor with those people from Ping'an Village? Don't forget, those people wanted to distance themselves from the Chen family as soon as they arrived in Yunxi City."

Otherwise, Chen Kaiyuan's family would have left with Village Chief Li and the others long ago, so why would they still be in the refugee camp?

Hung Pei-lan guessed correctly.

The Chen family was indeed ostracized by the villagers of Ping'an Village. In order to avoid being bullied in the future, the Chen family preferred to leave later than to be assigned to another place by the government after leaving the pass.

Chen Kaiyuan's expression was inscrutable. In the end, he was moved by Hong Peilan's promise that she would give him the child after it was born. Without even telling the rest of his family, he led the three members of the Hong family to the registration office.

'It's finally done.'

The Hong siblings looked at each other excitedly.

Unexpectedly, after they explained the situation to the registration official, the official simply looked down and flipped through the books piled up beside him. Then, with a strange expression, he summoned a soldier and ordered him to go to the plague area.

"Sir...is something wrong?"

Hong Peilan's heart clenched instantly, and she suddenly felt an intense dryness in her throat.