Chapter 2 Rebirth

  When Zhang Chengyuan's soul left the world, a sudden clap of thunder rang out. The night sky seemed to have suddenly opened its mouth, and a purple cloud cluster suddenly appeared behind the originally gray clouds. Immediately afterwards, flashes of lightning began to frantically twist in the sky, some even piercing through the clouds all the way to the ground.

  Just as the vast majority of Seoul people were stunned by the extremely abnormal sky, a dark lightning struck Zhang Chengyuan in almost no one's notice, giving his body another terrible blow.

  Any normal person who encounters such a situation would hardly be able to save his life. It can be said that he is as good as dead!

  At this time, the vehicle that accidentally hit Zhang Chengyuan suddenly stopped, and a young man in his twenties jumped out of the car, running to the front with a frightened heart. When he saw Zhang Chengyuan's appearance like a devil from hell, his face turned pale instantly, stunned for a while before scrambling back to the car, shouting frantically at a middle-aged man wearing glasses: "Senior, we've killed someone!"

  The middle-aged man had already mentally prepared himself, let out a sigh and quickly said: "Call the hospital's emergency number immediately, then call the police." Looking at the young man who was still in a daze, he shouted again: "Hurry up! Quick! Maybe we can still save a life!"

  As soon as he heard this, the young man seemed to have been injected with a stimulant and suddenly came to his senses. He quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed the emergency number to call for help from a nearby hospital.

  The middle-aged man turned around and comforted the four girls who were already crying in the back seat, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

  How can a few words calm down the four girls who have just entered society and encountered their first car accident? Moreover, they are special identities, newly debuted singers. If the media exposes tonight's car accident, regardless of whether they are responsible or not, they will inevitably be subjected to malicious slander by their competitors. If things get worse, the company may put them on ice or even abandon them in order to quell the controversy, and their fledgling careers may be ruined overnight. How can they not be terrified?

  The four women cried like pear blossoms in the rain, and for fear of provoking the experienced broker in front of them, they carefully covered their mouths and sobbed.

  A middle-aged man who had been with them for most of the year, almost every day, was very familiar with their thoughts and comforted them: "Tonight's incident has nothing to do with us. Our car speed wasn't that fast, it was just that person suddenly appearing out of nowhere that got hit. This big bridge has many cameras installed, so everything will be clearly recorded. Therefore, there won't be any media entanglement. You should know that our DSP company isn't weak either. Also, you don't have to worry about how the company will treat you. The company invested a lot of effort in training you Fin.K.L members, so why would they easily give up on you because of this small incident? Just relax, everything will be fine! Lee Hyori, as the leader and eldest sister, you should properly advise your younger sisters."

  Lee Hyori immediately wiped away her tears and replied crisply: "I will, senior! Please don't worry!"

  Seoul Mapo-gu 129 Central Emergency Center, a single high-end ward, Jang Seong-won was lying motionless on a hospital bed like an undead zombie, his body tightly wrapped in bandages with only a small opening around his mouth and nose for the oxygen mask. Except for the fact that he was still breathing, he was no different from a dead person, modern medicine calls it a vegetative state, while in ancient times they would say he had lost his soul or was suffering from a loss of spirit.

  At this moment, Zhang Chengyuan's soul or life energy had long since passed away with that car accident, replaced by a soul called Xiao Yuanchuan. This soul is somewhat special, it is much higher than the average person's soul, it is an advanced version of ordinary souls, ancient Chinese Taoists call it Yuanshen.

  Xiao Yuan, originally a young Daoist in the early Northern Song Dynasty of China, had been a disciple of the "Xiaoyou Qingxu Tian" Wangwu Mountain sect since childhood. He was regarded by the elders as the first genius disciple of this sect after the great change of the heaven and earth yuanqi for 500 years. Since he started practicing at the age of three, he had already reached the realm of "Lian Qi Hua Shen" before his coming of age, his primordial spirit had formed, and he could travel hundreds of miles in one night with just a thought. Although this achievement was nothing special in the Honghuang era, it was indeed a rare accomplishment in the declining era of the Northern Song Dynasty's cultivation civilization.

  In everyone's eyes, Xiao Yuan's prospects were almost immeasurable, and he might become the first person to ascend in 500 years. Unfortunately! Just as he was about to enter the "Refine Spirit Return Void" realm, Xiao Yuan was struck by an unexpected, far superior "Purple Ring Heavenly Thunderbolt" during his Tribulation Transcendence, shattering him into dust. If not for his Primordial Spirit having cultivated the Wangwu Mountain Secret Method "Divide Spirit Incantation", which possessed a wondrous and exceptionally tenacious quality, he might have been destroyed along with his physical body.

  For some reason, Xiao Yuan's primordial spirit followed the purple heavenly thunder and traveled to the southern part of the Korean Peninsula at the end of the 20th century. It happened to attach itself to Zhang Chengyuan's nearly dead body, which was extremely unlucky. Originally strong, his primordial spirit was severely injured, and as soon as it entered the flesh, it was like a tired bird returning to its nest, entering the sea of consciousness in the brain, and began to receive the large amount of residual memories in Zhang Chengyuan's mind.

  Xiao Yuanshan was in a coma for half a month, and when he woke up, it took him another day to clearly recognize that he had been reborn into Zhang Chengyuan's body, rather than being the real Zhang Chengyuan. Although his mind was filled with Zhang Chengyuan's memories, there were not many memories of Xiao Yuanshan himself. However, being able to live again was already a great blessing from heaven, and Xiao Yuanshan did not ask for anything more.

  With great difficulty, he opened his eyes to find a strangely dressed woman staring at him with delight through the gap between his eyelids. The memory in his brain immediately told him that this woman was a nurse. He heard her say softly: "Ah, you're awake, I'll go get the doctor right away."

  Before long, a male doctor came over to check Zhang Chengyuan's eye sockets and pulse, said a few meaningless words, and then hurriedly left, leaving the nurse to continue caring for him.

  Zhang Chengyuan was conscious, but his whole body was unable to move, guessing that he might have been given an anesthetic or something similar. He looked around the hospital room from top to bottom and left to right, initially feeling a bit fresh, but after a while, he felt that there was nothing good to look at. Wanting to ask the nurse questions to relieve his boredom, he found that his tongue was not listening to him, so he had no choice but to close his eyes, hold his breath, and rest, planning to recover from his injuries by luck.

  With a stroke of luck, I suddenly realized that my dantian was empty and hollow, my entire body's meridians were disconnected and barely functional. I couldn't sense even half a point of true qi existing within me. It dawned on me that I had already switched to another physical body, one that was extremely damaged and broken. Sighing deeply in my heart, I calmed myself down and recalled the healing methods from my past life. Thus, I regulated my breathing and prepared to absorb some heavenly and earthly spiritual energy to nurse my body back to health.

  With his current tattered Yuan Shen's power, it was absolutely impossible to use large-scale magic, but he was confident that mobilizing the surrounding spiritual energy would be a breeze. However, after a short while, he had only absorbed a few strands of spiritual energy as thin as human hair, which left him both astonished and disappointed. Not to mention compared to ancient times, even in his past life, the density of spiritual energy was thousands of times higher than it is now. With the current state of spiritual energy, if he didn't rely on spirit medicine in his past life, he could recover all his cultivation within three months, but now it would take at least 250 years, by which time he would have reincarnated several times already.

  Zhang Chengyuan sighed again in frustration, but ultimately did not give up on the idea of using his luck to heal his injuries. For now, every day he could recover was a gain.

  As dusk approached, Zhang Chengyuan suddenly heard a faint and disordered footsteps coming from outside, followed by the sound of several people entering. He opened his eyes to see a middle-aged man and four young women.

  The man wore glasses, was of medium build, had a slightly chubby face and looked very affable.

  Four girls looked like they were under twenty, dressed in the latest fashion, youthful and beautiful, lovely. Zhang Chengyuan felt very familiar, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, only to find that the four people in front of him were none other than Fin.K.L, the girl group that had caused a sensation in Korea shortly after their debut, and he couldn't help but feel strange: Why would there be singers coming to visit him?

  A middle-aged man spoke in a low voice with the nurse for a few words, and after the nurse left, he walked to Zhang Chengyuan's bed and asked: "Little brother, what should I call you?"

  Zhang Chengyuan stared at him for a while, couldn't think of whether he had ever seen him before, and didn't feel the need to respond for the time being.

  The middle-aged man immediately sensed Zhang Chengyuan's vigilance, so he introduced himself first: "I am Ji Zhonghua, a director of DSP Company, and also the one who sent you to this hospital."

  Zhang Chengyuan subconsciously said: "DSP? What thing?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized that he could speak again.

  After more than a dozen days of continuous surgery, Zhang Chengyuan was given several doses of anesthesia and due to his severe injuries, almost his entire body was under heavy anesthesia. Today when he woke up, the anesthetic had not yet worn off, so naturally he couldn't speak. Originally, if he just rested for about another hour, he would be able to shake off the effects of the anesthetic. But Zhang Chengyuan didn't understand these things and was focused on regulating his breath, so he didn't notice anything unusual. The nurse saw that Zhang Chengyuan's eyes were closed and thought he was sleeping, so she also didn't talk to him.

  Ji Zhonghua saw that Zhang Chengyuan did not use honorifics when speaking to him, and his tone seemed to be disdainful of DSP. He was somewhat angry in his heart, but if he hadn't seen that Zhang Chengyuan was a seriously injured patient, he would have already opened his mouth to teach him a lesson. However, he didn't know that the current Zhang Chengyuan could speak fluent Korean, but he wasn't used to Korea's etiquette yet, so naturally he wouldn't politely greet him.

  "DSP Corporation is a entertainment company that specializes in cultivating popular singers and spreading K-POP culture. Have you heard of Seo Taiji Boys?"

  Jang Sung-won shook his head, not saying a word. Although Crystal Boys were very popular among young Koreans, especially female students, Jang Sung-won was originally eccentric and had no interest in boy groups. If it was H.O.T., the dominant K-pop group at that time, he might have heard of them, but as for Crystal Boys, who were always overshadowed by H.O.T. and couldn't gain popularity, even if he had heard someone mention them, he didn't bother to remember.

  Ji Zhonghua was shocked: In this era, young people who don't follow the trend are rarer than a hundred-year-old wild ginseng. What kind of person is this boy in front of me? He doesn't even know DSP's famous brand? Unwilling to give up, he asked tentatively: "Fin.K.L? They're also singers from our DSP company."

  Jang Sung-won nodded slightly and said, "Fin.K.L? Of course I know them. You should have told me earlier that you're from their company. I'm very tired of talking now." The implication was that he found Gil Jong-hwa too wordy and had delayed his rest.

  Ji Zhonghua's anger surged: "This guy is getting more and more impolite! Forget it! Arguing with a patient is really beneath me." Feeling frustrated and unable to vent, he turned around and said: "Xiaoli, this guy is yours now. Hurry up and ask him about his background so we can contact his family."

  Because Zhang Chengyuan was struck by lightning earlier, not only his face was disfigured, but even his student ID was not left intact. As a result, except for the fact that Zhang Chengyuan is a high school student, nothing else is known about him. For these days, almost all things have been handled by DSP or Ji Zhonghua on his behalf. According to other senior executives of the company, who made him sit in the car that happened to hit Zhang Chengyuan? Ji Zhonghua can only admit that he was unlucky.