Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

When news of Shao Jianjun being imprisoned reached the village, Shao Linshen was still in his dilapidated house selecting and cultivating rice seeds.

To express his gratitude, the Heavenly Dao of the previous world gave him a gift before leaving, saying that it could only be opened in another world.

Some time ago, because of those people at the old house, Shao Linshen had almost forgotten about this incident. When he remembered it, he was in the dormitory assigned by his work unit.

At that time, he made sure to close the doors and windows, and only took out the unique brocade box from his space after he had hidden himself under the covers.

As soon as he opened it, the box emitted bright white light, almost blinding him.

"The secret to prolonging life?"

Inside the huge box was a thin booklet. Shao Linshen reached out and took it out, and saw the three big characters "Longevity Secret" written on the cover.

Pangu Banner chuckled disdainfully in his sea of ​​consciousness: "This little Heavenly Dao is too stingy. I thought He was going to give me something good, and this is it?"

“At least he gave me something. We’ve been partners for so long, and you haven’t given me even a single hair. How can you say that to him?”

Pangu Banner was speechless for a long time before finally speaking:

"I've only lost most of my memories because my physical body was damaged. Once I recover more fragments, I'll give you any cultivation techniques that allow you to ascend to immortality in broad daylight, even if you just want them."

Shao Linshen ignored it. He didn't know where this guy learned such bad habits. He couldn't do anything but make empty promises.

He focused his attention on the booklet in his hand, and as soon as he opened it, before he could even see the contents clearly, the booklet in his hand instantly transformed into a stream of light and entered Shao Linshen's mind.

The next moment, the cultivation method and effects of the Longevity Mantra appeared in his mind.

Practicing this method can improve physical health, increase strength, and prolong life—these are the basic benefits.

What pleased Shao Lin the most was the accompanying benefit: the ability to use divine sense to detect the surrounding environment and to use the magical power cultivated within his body to stimulate plant growth and development.

Furthermore, the cultivation method is simple and easy to learn, and it can absorb all kinds of energy for cultivation. For example, if there is spiritual energy, it can absorb it; if there is no spiritual energy, it can be exchanged for merit.

The words "merit" were emphasized in bold, the purpose of which is self-evident: to remind Shaolin Shen not to forget his original aspirations and to do more good deeds.

Those who cultivate to a high level can even ascend to immortality on the spot.

"Tch, all that empty talk. I wouldn't even take this kind of trash for free." Pangu Banner muttered to himself, constantly smearing the Heavenly Dao of the previous world as a stingy bastard.

"Brother Shen, don't be fooled by these small favors. Although things will be tough at first, the better days are yet to come."

Shao Lin chuckled and didn't refute.

It's better to rely on yourself than on others; being strong yourself is the only guarantee of security.

He could figure out what was going on in that guy's mind even with his toes.

On the surface, he reassured her, "Of course, it can't compare to you. You're an ancient artifact. Even though you don't have much power now, the space you created can still be used as personal luggage."

Pangu Banner felt that his words sounded strange, but he still said smugly:

"That's right, Brother Shen. Look, after these few adjustments to your fate, you're not as unlucky as before. All the luck that was taken away will come back in the future."

"Yes, yes, yes, then I'll trouble Brother Fan to take good care of you."

Shao Lin gave a perfunctory reply.

He is now focused on increasing grain production and cultivating new varieties of rice, wheat, and other seeds.

If this succeeds, it will not only benefit all mankind, but also be a source of a great deal of merit.

Of course, that's how the grain and vegetables given to Qin Hongliang and the others came about.

The dormitory space was cramped. Ever since Shao Linshen rebuilt three brick and tile houses next to the dilapidated house for his family, he had cleaned up the original two rooms and secretly planted grains in them.

Shao's parents were naturally able to notice some of their son's little actions.

Normally, when Shaolin goes to work in the county, one of them will stay at home to look after the place, in order to prevent anyone from running in and seeing something that could cause trouble.

Of course, the excuse is readily available.

“My son is successful and filial. He can’t stand seeing my wife and me working too hard, so he insists that we stay home and rest, saying that he wants us to enjoy our retirement.”

While weeding in the field, Shao's mother happily boasted to a few gossipy old women in the village:

"Sigh, this kid is just worrying for nothing. We've all been through this. If we don't let his dad and me get some exercise, these old bones of ours will rust."

So, I discussed it with my spouse, and we decided to take turns doing chores. This way, we won't tire ourselves out, and we can also provide additional income for the family.

"Haha, your family in Lin Shen is so filial."

Some people reluctantly agreed.

“I could tell this child was capable from a young age. You two are destined for great things.”

The old women nearby were secretly envious, but they still had to flatter Shao's mother on the surface, which made them very depressed.

At this moment, someone with sharp eyes saw from afar that Uncle Shao and his wife were led to the village branch by the village chief. Not long after, a deafening wail came from inside.

Then, the couple, who had walked in upright, were carried out horizontally.

"Oh dear, what happened over there? Why have these two elderly people fainted?"

Some villagers who were nearby immediately went over to inquire about the situation.

As a result, the news that Shao Jianjun, the eldest son of the Shao family, had been caught red-handed by patrolling Red Guards while selling goods on the black market last night and was now locked up in jail spread like wildfire throughout the village.

"My son, how could you be so foolish? How am I supposed to live now?"

Zhao Fang was forcibly woken up by someone pinching her. There were still bloodstains on her philtrum. At this moment, she seemed to feel no pain. She collapsed on the ground, slapping her thighs and crying out, not caring that her face was covered in snot.

The villagers surrounded the couple, whispering and pointing, their gazes towards the eldest son of the Shao family filled with disdain and apprehension.

Uncle Shao also woke up for a while, but he was as if he had lost his soul, staring blankly with his eyes vacant.

Seeing his wife cry now, he was incredibly annoyed and got up to vent his anger:

"Cry, cry, all you do is cry! It's because you, you wretched woman, are always complaining about being poor at home. Otherwise, how could Jianjun have gotten so stubborn and made such a mistake?!"

Zhao Fang was kicked to the ground, still dazed, her crying stopped. She looked at her husband in shock, then, seeing his murderous expression, shrank back and said with a hint of grievance:

"I was just angry and confused, and I just rambled on a bit. Think about how many times we've lost money these past few days. We're still drowning in debt."

Besides, this isn't the first time her eldest son has been involved in black market reselling, so why should she be blamed for everything?

As Zhao Fang spoke, her back straightened even more, and then she scrambled to her feet, glaring at him, and said defiantly despite her lack of conviction:

"If you blame me, who else can I blame?"

"I've given birth to your children for most of my life, and now you're blaming me? Shao Aiguo, you're so capable, why didn't you keep an eye on your son? Why did you let him go out and do wrong things?"

As Zhao Fang spoke, she reached out and shoved Uncle Shao.

Uncle Shao was speechless, panting and remaining silent for a long while before finally managing to utter a sentence:

"He's already in his twenties, how am I supposed to keep an eye on him? Am I supposed to tie a rope around my waist and watch over him all day?"

Upon hearing this, the couple realized their mistake and stopped blaming each other.

They exchanged a single glance and said in unison:

"He Xinlian!"

Yes, they couldn't keep an eye on their eldest son all day, but as a wife, how could He Xinlian possibly hide from her husband whether he was sleeping in bed at night?

The most likely explanation is that this woman was also involved.

Thinking of this, the two of them took off running home, wishing they had two more legs.

unfortunately,

When they arrived at the old house and searched everywhere but couldn't find the person, an ominous premonition arose in their hearts.

"What happened? Where did she go?"