Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 1: Preface: Spatial Transmigration

Night was as dark as ink, the sky devoid of any redundant clouds, with countless stars twinkling in a clear expanse. A startling flash crossed the sky, illuminating the entire Yunteng Mountain.

A clear night, yet thunder rumbled without cause.

Looking into the distance, a jade-faced, hair-tied youth stood at the peak's summit. The thunder roared like thousands of horses and soldiers passing by, striking directly above the young man's head.

"The eighth tribulation," Yun Guanzi, the prodigy cultivator of Yunteng Sect, was hit by the eighth Heavenly Thunder. His body trembled slightly, yet his jade-like face showed no pain.

Halfway up the mountain, a group of Yunteng disciples watched with their elders.

Yunteng Mountain, one of the reclusive Immortal Mountains, is famous among all Immortal Sects for cultivating flowers and plants. Each disciple, after their Enlightenment, receives a Personal Cultivation Space where they cultivate a variety of spirit flowers and herbs through the space.

Yun Guanzi, who joined the sect at three and acquired a basic space at ten, has advanced his space from Iron-grade to Gold Grade within eight years.

His Gold Grade Space has cultivated countless spirit flowers and herbs for Yunteng Mountain and has always been a leader among his fellow disciples.

After the Ninth Heavenly Thunder and the unity of nine-nines, Yun Guanzi will become the first person in Yunteng to own a space surpassing Gold Grade. This would make him the second person since the founding of Yunteng Sect to exceed the Gold Grade Space.

What space lies beyond Gold Grade? The founding patriarch, before ascending, left no testament.

"Ninth Heavenly Thunder!!!" First came the lightning, then the thunderstorm, a well-known fact among those well-versed in the cultivation within Yunteng.

Lightning danced like ghostly serpents, tearing through the sky, the entire land awaiting this majestic thunderclap.

"Gurgle..." Zhou Xiaoxian turned over in bed, the bed in the firewood room narrow and small, she flipped and "thump" fell to the ground. The damp, cold floor coupled with a grumbling stomach awakened Zhou Xiaoxian completely.

"If only I hadn't dug up that rotten stump over the ancestor's grave tonight, I wouldn't be forbidden from eating as a punishment," Zhou Xiaoxian lay on the ground, frowning miserably. Sixteen years old this year, yet her stature was like that of an undeveloped child of seven or eight.

"Another flash of lightning, I hope it's not going to rain, or I'll have to hide away in my space." Zhou Xiaoxian's humble little thatched cottage, with windows like doors, tiles that didn't cover her head, was almost turned over whenever wind and rain struck. Since joining the sect at three until now, this had happened several times.

Everyone in Yunteng Sect had a space, and Zhou Xiaoxian, of course, carried a space too. Only, her space was very special; for over a decade, nothing grew in it. Once tested by her master, he declared her space a garbage space.

"Even if not a single grass grows, it should not be called a garbage space. Without it, where would Yunteng Mountain get its neatness and cleanliness from," muttered Zhou Xiaoxian as she watched the lightning outside in the night.

Speaking of Zhou Xiaoxian, her biggest forte was her open-mindedness, or as her sect mates would say, a bit of a screw loose.

After being labeled with a garbage space, she still refused to give up, sneakily conducting many experiments. First by digging up the master's top-grade Immortal Herbs, then shamelessly begging for space plants from her peers. Eventually, when everyone kept their distance from her, she simply roamed the mountain in search of plantable flowers and weeds, tossing them into the space, hoping something miraculous might grow.

Wild grass was uprooted, and wildflowers plucked. All plants on the mountain not marked with "Strictly No Picking" tokens from her masters were dug up by her.

The last time, when the Sect Leader of Wuji Sect from a neighboring Immortal Mountain came for a visit, he particularly praised Yunteng Mountain for not having a single weed or wildflower, commendably tidy and orderly, setting a model for all Immortal Mountains.

The shrewd Yunteng Sect Leader immediately had an idea: why not just make Zhou Xiaoxian the mountain guardian of Yunteng Mountain, tasked with weeding and picking up litter.

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A handsome elder disciple said, "Xian, my Daoist robe is torn, remember to pick it up."

A peerlessly beautiful senior sister said, "Xian, I've finished the Immortal Fruit, remember to pick it up."

Zhou Xiaoxian's space became truly a garbage space, her space had no advantages except one – whatever entered it, would be digested without leaving a trace, not even the dregs.

The recollections came to a halt, and Xiao Xian sprang up, exclaiming, "Gotta pee, I drank too much water because I was hungry tonight."

Today was a stroke of bad luck for her as well. While patrolling the mountain for any remaining garbage, she found, on the tomb of the ancestral master, a dead tree stump that was an "eyesore to the mountain scenery." Seeing no tokens hanging from it, she promptly pulled it up by the roots and threw it into the space, treating it as trash.

Little did she know, her master would accuse her of destroying Yunteng property and defiling the ancestral master. After a furious scolding and denying her dinner, he revealed that the stump was the only crop the ancestral master failed to cultivate before his ascension, planted by the second generation Sect Leader atop the ancestral master's grave.

Xiao Xian, hungry and with no dinner, drank a bellyful of water with scarce Spiritual Energy – and the result of not satisfying her hunger was waking up in the middle of the night feeling starved.

The wind was howling outside with flashes of lightning, and the outhouse was far away. Xiao Xian felt under her bed and pulled out an iron chamber pot with a dented side – a relic she had collected from the most esteemed senior brother Yun Guanzi during one of her garbage collecting sessions.

Taking advantage of the lightning still illuminating her surroundings, Xiao Xian prepared to "relieve herself." After that flash of lightning in the Yunteng night sky, the stars twinkled exceptionally bright.

"After all, this was used by senior brother Yun Guanzi, imbued with the aura of the Immortals. Who knows how many in the sect secretly admire senior brother Yun Guanzi. He's handsome and talented." Xiao Xian, squatting, looked at a hole in the roof of the woodshed. Through the hole, the view of the sky was endlessly splendid.

Yun Guanzi still stood on the peak, his godlike handsome face filled with anticipation.

The lightning paused in the sky, thunder roared, but changed direction, crashing down toward the foot of the mountain instead.

"!!!" Yun Guanzi and a group of leaders and disciples were all stunned.

The Ninth Heavenly Thunder, the most critical strike for space advancement, had unexpectedly changed course mid-way and headed towards an unrelated location.

"Heavenly Thunder, I am here," Yun Guanzi took to the sky, a green streak shot across, and this talented young man dared to directly chase after the Heavenly Thunder.

However, the thunder did not wait for anyone; it sped towards the foot of the mountain and struck a shaky straw hut. The thunder exploded, and Yunteng Mountain shook nine times.

In the sky, a barely visible star blinked eerily. It tells us a principle – during a thunderstorm, you absolutely, absolutely must not use iron objects or laptops, a lesson learned the hard way.

The young man pursuing the thunder and the young girl "relieving herself" in the middle of the night both vanished. After the sound of that thunder, the grass hut was empty, leaving only the iron chamber pot behind.

Years later, when speaking of the Ninth Heavenly Thunder, the disciples of Yunteng Sect gave it a name: "Thunder Kill You." Because of this thunderstorm, Yunteng Sect lost both a cultivation genius and a cultivation failure.

Meanwhile, at the same moment on a barely luminous planet in the universe, several muffled thunderclaps landed precisely on a haystack. On a starry but moonless night, the air in the mountain village was exceptionally fresh.

"I'm going out to look for Xiao Xian," said a man in his sixties, dressed in a Zhongshan suit. As he spoke, his voice boomed, authoritative.

"Director Zhu, your eyesight is poor, let us go instead. The mountain is not the city; it's dark and the paths are narrow. There were a few ground thunders just now; Xiao Xian must be tired from playing around and fell asleep in the wild. The village leaders can go out and search together," urged the village party secretary to the stubborn old man.

"I am no longer any sort of director. Xiao Xian is my granddaughter, and there's no need for outsiders to help in the search," said the elder, stepping outside.

"Sigh, after all, he's from Beijing. Although he was pulled down from his position, his official tone hasn't changed one bit. This big Buddha, we can't afford to offend, go, go, go, everyone gather up and go out to search," the village party secretary sighed and called the men of the village to go out searching with their lanterns.

Though we're almost into the 21st century, Ge Village in this impoverished Han Chinese mountain village in Southwest China hasn't even had its electrical poles properly erected, and the stone roads only reach the entrance of the village. After 7 o'clock every evening, most of the village homes would lose power. In this remote and poor mountain area without even a decent mountain road, let alone convenient streetlights for searching.

Villagers carried their eye-stinging lanterns, walking towards the village entrance, from a distance they looked like swarms of twinkling fireflies.

At the village entrance, in the fields of individual cultivation, there was also a flicker of light; only it was not from lanterns but from fire. After the autumn harvest, the haystacks piled up, and from their tips, a few flames and a burnt smell emerged.

"I'm scorched," a five or six-year-old little girl shrieked, flying out of the haystack.

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