Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

Before the guards in the village could even draw their swords, their chests were ripped open by sharp claws, and their severed limbs were flung into the artificial hill and pond, creating a bloody ripple.

"A monster! It's a monster!"

The nearby residents screamed in terror and fled in all directions, creating a scene of chaos.

The soldiers quickly assembled, their swords flashing amidst the beasts. When they reached a rockery behind the village, they were astonished to discover that beneath the collapsed boulders lay a dark dungeon.

The torches illuminated the dungeon, its walls layered with blood-red grime. A pungent stench of decay and blood assaulted the senses, almost making one want to vomit.

The scenes inside the deepest stone chambers are even more chilling:

A gaunt man was chained to the wall, his skin and flesh cut into strips, like a tattered raincoat. Only the traces of ginseng soup left at the corner of his mouth proved that he was still alive.

Three pregnant women were huddled in the corner, their bellies so big they looked like they were about to burst, but their limbs were as thin as sticks. When they saw strangers, they would only mechanically open their mouths and wait for the servants next to them to feed them.

Only a few mentally challenged children could still utter a few fragments of words intermittently.

They were just ordinary villagers in Shanghe Village. Three months ago, government officials suddenly rushed into the village, claiming that they had committed murder and that they were to be taken back to the yamen for questioning.

Unexpectedly, they were imprisoned here and became human sacrifices, providing flesh and blood for the victims.

As soon as the words were spoken, these people, who had been tortured beyond recognition, suddenly started smoking. Their skin charred and curled up at a visible speed. To everyone's horror, they burned to ashes with a "poof," leaving only a few clumps of black ash scattered on the damp ground.

The remaining farmhands could not withstand the cruel official's branding iron; they confessed before the instruments of torture had even been used once.

The truth, along with their terrified spittle, burst forth:

It turns out that the officials of Yunyuan Prefecture had long been in cahoots, believing the nonsense of the sorcerers who claimed that using the flesh and blood of the "chosen one" to refine elixirs could prolong life.

They sent men to plunder and imprison the entire family of Shanghe Village in a dungeon, where they were skinned alive and their flesh was used in medicine every day.

The sores at the birthday banquet were not a plague at all; they were clearly the toxic consequences of these people taking "elixirs" mixed with the blood and flesh of living people!

"What...what? They actually dare to eat the Chosen Ones like livestock? Is this...is this something a human being would do?"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd gasped and exclaimed in disbelief.

Just then, several young men, dressed in rags but with exceptionally bright eyes, struggled to push their way to the soldiers.

Their hands emitted a soft yet dazzling white light, and then they loudly proclaimed their identities as the chosen ones:

"We are the victims. When we managed to escape from the dungeon that day, we witnessed the cruel scene of them using living people to make medicine!"

One of the men pointed angrily toward the dungeon, his voice trembling slightly with extreme rage:

"Who knew that man proposes, God disposes? These heartless bastards tried to scrape our flesh and eat us, but they didn't expect that our flesh and blood were no different from that of ordinary people."

They thought we were useless, so they decided to silence us and try to wipe us out completely.

Fortunately, Heaven has eyes; these wicked beasts finally received their retribution, their evil deeds backfiring on them, first costing them their own lives!

The people were filled with righteous indignation and their eyes were bloodshot. Then, recalling the strange illnesses that had recently plagued the powerful and wealthy, they suddenly realized—wasn't this divine punishment?

It was only because Heaven could no longer tolerate these parasitic officials who disregarded human life that it sent down this terrible calamity as punishment!

The news quickly reached the capital, and the emperor was furious. He slammed his fist on the table, raised his brush, and issued an imperial edict that spread like thunder throughout the land:

"Anyone who abuses their power for personal gain or harms the Chosen One shall have their entire family executed!"

Once this decree was issued, the atmosphere throughout the country became much clearer, and no one dared to act recklessly against the Chosen One anymore.

……

After everything settled down, Shaolin Shen quietly returned to Shanghe Village to reunite with Pangu Fan.

Immediately afterwards, he purchased a courtyard house in Qiyun County, set up a defensive formation, and spent a lot of time opening up the meridians in his body one by one. With the help of elixirs, he successfully became a chosen one.

On the day of his success, he separated from the original body, allowing the original owner's consciousness to be revived.

"Shao Linshen" opened his eyes in a daze, and past scenes unfolded in his mind like a scroll.

His gaze fell on the table—the property deed was covered by a stack of silver notes, roughly amounting to a thousand taels, enough for an ordinary person to live a comfortable life for the rest of their days.

"Awwww——"

The black dog nestled beside him, its ears twitching slightly, sensing that its master seemed to be acting differently.

It stood up, sniffed closely, and found the smell was still familiar, so it lay down again.

"Little Black, you're still alive, that's wonderful!"

Shaolin Shen reached out and gently patted the black dog's head, then looked up at the outside.

A cold wind blew through the courtyard, swirling the withered leaves on the ground into a flurry of motion.

He murmured softly, "Thank you, 'me' from another world!"

*

Ten miles away on the official road, a carriage was leaving the county town. A round-faced woman, gazing at the indistinct figure beside her, scratched her temple in confusion and asked:

"Brother Shen, why did you go to all this trouble this time and revive the original owner?"

Since they are all fragments of your own soul, why not just merge them? Why go through all this trouble?

"That guy lived such a pathetic life in his past life, it makes me angry just looking at him. Let's just consider this fulfilling his dream."

At least let the other person experience the life of having a wife and children and a happy family.

He slumped lazily in his seat, shrugged indifferently, and said:

"Even your teeth can accidentally bump your lip, and even 'yourself' might have different thoughts. You have to respect the other person's feelings, anyway, I can always blend in."

He had once wandered alone through wind and rain, knowing all too well the bitter cold. Now that he had an umbrella to shield him from the rain, why should he hesitate to offer one to someone traveling the same path?

Pangu Banner looked bewildered, shook his head, and continued to ask, "Where are we going next?"

"We'll go wherever there are many strange creatures."

Shao Linshen's tone suddenly became firm and resolute: "Wandering the world, punishing evil and promoting good!"

"Got it!"

The Pangu Banner transformed into a coachman who raised his whip, the sound of horses' hooves shattering the twilight, carrying a man and a banner towards the vast distance...

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[Simultaneous Reincarnation of Two Branches 1]

"Father, good medicine tastes bitter, you can't be willful. Mother says that you'll only get better after taking the medicine."

A soft, sweet child's voice lingered in my ears, carrying an undeniable stubbornness.

Shao Linshen felt his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds. When he managed to open them, the tassels on the carved pear wood bed canopy were swaying gently with his breath.

A faint scent of sandalwood filled the room, and the chirping of cicadas outside seeped in through the mica-covered window frames, making the antique bedroom seem even more tranquil.

The chubby little boy, about five or six years old, was standing on tiptoe, his round hands holding the medicine bowl and trying to forcefully shove it towards his lips.

The rim of the bowl bumped against his jaw, and the dark brown medicine spilled out of the bowl, dripping down his chin onto his pale undergarment, leaving a dark, damp stain.

The child's nose was glistening with sweat, and his dark eyes were filled with the urgency of "having to drink it," completely oblivious to the fact that the medicine had already soaked Shaolin Shen's collar.

Shao Lin Shen's nostrils twitched slightly, and he immediately smelled the poison mixed in with the medicine, which would cause people to lose their minds. His eyes turned cold, and as he turned his head to avoid it, his fingertips had already gripped the rim of the bowl and gently twirled it.

The medicine bowl landed steadily on the small rosewood table next to it, the porcelain bottom making a clear sound as it struck the tabletop.

"This medicine is too hot,"

His voice was slightly hoarse due to his physical weakness, yet it carried an undeniable coldness:

"Father will drink later. You go out and play first, let Father have some peace and quiet in the room."

"no!"

The chubby boy twisted his round body to the side of the bed, put his pig-trotter-like little hands on his hips, and his face turned bright red:

"Father said yesterday that he loves Yuan'er the most! This medicine was prepared by Yuan'er while he watched over the nanny for half an hour. You must drink it!"

The child's voice suddenly rose to a high pitch, like a small firecracker exploding in the room, making Shao Linshen's temples, which were already throbbing from an old injury, throb.

The woman in brocade robes, who had been standing quietly to the side, stepped forward gracefully, her fingertips stroking her son's upturned braid, and said in a gentle, spring-like voice:

“My lord, Yuan’er went to guard the medicine furnace before dawn. Please try a little bit, so as not to discourage the child.”

Upon hearing his mother's support, the chubby boy's loud and boisterous shouts abruptly ceased. Immediately following, he erupted into a piercing wail, lying on the ground and wailing loudly.

"Daddy's bad! Daddy won't drink Yuan'er's medicine!"

Seeing this, the woman hurriedly squatted down to hug her son. Her fingertips touched her son's back, which was trembling slightly from crying. When she looked up at the head of the bed, her almond-shaped eyes, which were glistening with tears, were already tinged with a hint of reproach.

Shao Linshen wasn't buying it at all. His face immediately darkened, and his voice was as cold as shattering ice:

"What? I was just waiting for the medicine to cool down, and now I'm a sinner who mistreats my own child?"

"No, Your Excellency misunderstands. That's not what Wanyin meant."

When the young woman saw him get angry, she turned pale with fright, her pretty face instantly losing all color, and she slowly knelt down on the ground.

"Misunderstand?"

Shao Linshen slowly sat up, propping himself up on the headboard. The brocade quilt slipped off, revealing the white gauze wrapped around his chest, with a faint crimson hue showing through it.

“Since you know I am a ‘Marquis,’ you should understand—” He paused, his gaze sweeping across the woman’s terrified face like a knife, “When I take my medicine is none of your business, mother and son.”

"Master Hou?"

Jiang Wanyin looked up in astonishment, seemingly never expecting that the man who had been so gentle with her would suddenly change his attitude so drastically.

"Kneel down! Did I tell you to get up?"

Shao Linshen's voice boomed like thunder in the room, silencing the mother and son instantly. They looked at him in fear.

He quickly sorted through the key information in his mind, his brows furrowing slightly, his disgust for the mother and son in front of him growing stronger.

Before the woman could speak, he scolded her:

“A doting mother spoils her son. Yuan’er has been spoiled by you, to the point that he has no respect for elders at such a young age. Now he rolls around on the ground like a fool, without any manners of a son of the Marquis of Dingyuan.”

Jiang Wanyin's face flushed crimson, feeling deeply humiliated. Her chest heaved violently, and she couldn't help but retort:

"How can you scold Yuan'er like that, Lord Marquis? If the servants hear this, how will he ever be able to stand in this Marquis's mansion again?"

Moreover, my lord, you have been away at the border for five or six years, and during such a long time, there has been no news of you whatsoever.

"As a mere woman, I am bound to be unable to manage this vast manor. If you wish to blame someone, blame me; why take it out on a child?"

"Hmph, what a clever tongue you have! Since you've begged me to punish you, if I don't grant your wish, won't you say I'm heartless?"

Shao Linshen snorted coldly, chuckled, and immediately called out loudly towards the door:

"Someone, invite the lady to the courtyard. The weather is fine today, so let her kneel outside to fulfill her wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, two armored guards who were waiting outside the door strode quickly into the room.

Their eyes were fixed on Jiang Wanyin, as if they would take action immediately if she disobeyed in the slightest.

"My lord! Why, why do you humiliate me like this?!"

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, Jiang Wanyin could no longer maintain her pitiful expression.

Shao Linshen ignored her completely, coldly pointing to the child beside her and saying in a flat tone:

“The prince is so unruly and insolent, punish him by striking his palms twenty times with a ruler.”

"Here!"

The guards responded in unison and were about to reach out to pick up the naughty child when Jiang Wanyin suddenly waved her hand and slapped them away.

She held her son tightly, then knelt on the ground with a thud, bowing low to Shaolin Shen, pleading desperately and humbly:

"My lord, I am willing to accept whatever punishment you deem fit. But Yuan'er is still young and cannot bear such severe punishment."

If you really want to hit him, then let me take the punishment for him.

"Didn't you hear what Madam said? Such a loving mother's heart cannot be wasted. Quickly take the young master away. Oh, and remember to get a bigger ruler."

Shao Linshen spoke expressionlessly.

The two guards, having received Shao Linshen's orders, dared not slack off in the slightest. Ignoring Jiang Wanyin's obstruction, they forcibly pulled the child named Yuan'er from her arms.

The child cried loudly in fright, kicking his little legs wildly in the air, waving his hands helplessly at Jiang Wanyin, and shouting repeatedly:

"Mother, mother, save me!"

Jiang Wanyin watched helplessly as her son was taken away, her heart filled with anxiety. She tried to get up and chase after him, but was held down by two guards who had entered the room at some unknown time, and could not move.

She could only cry out in tears:

"My lord, please forgive Yuan'er. He really knows he was wrong!"

Shao Lin frowned and waved his hand:

"Take her out, and remember to gag her."

"Master Hou!"

Jiang Wanyin felt dizzy and her heart was filled with despair and indignation.

The two guards grabbed her without any mercy and dragged her outside.

Jiang Wanyin struggled desperately, but as a woman, she was no match for the two strong guards and could only let them take her out of the house.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but to Jiang Wanyin, it was blindingly bright. She was thrown into the middle of the yard, her knees hitting the ground hard, causing her to gasp in pain.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of cloth was roughly stuffed into her mouth, silencing her cries.

At this moment, the child named Yuan'er was also taken to another place.

The child was still crying in terror, his face covered in tears and snot.

One guard grabbed his arm tightly, while another guard picked up a large ruler and raised it high.

"Snapped!"

The ruler struck the child's palm heavily, the crisp sound echoing in the quiet courtyard. Yuan'er screamed in pain, her cries growing increasingly agonizing:

"Mother, Mother, it hurts so much!"

Hearing her son's screams, Jiang Wanyin was frantic with worry. Her eyes turned bloodshot, and she made muffled noises as she desperately twisted her body, trying to break free of her restraints to save her son.

But the two guards were like iron, holding her down firmly, and she could only watch helplessly as her son struggled in pain.

One blow after another, the ruler fell continuously, and Yuan'er's palms gradually became red and swollen, and her cries became weaker.

Shao Linshen lay on the bed, looking out the window at the scene in the courtyard, his expression still cold.