Familiar yet strange faces kept flashing before Song Boyu's eyes, but they seemed to be fleeting and elusive, unable to grasp any of them. Suddenly, a large number of inexplicable memories began to churn in his mind, as if a sword and talismans were stirring up the memories in his brain, making them scattered and disordered. He subconsciously stood up straight.

  His body only moved slightly, but the pain that pierced his heart made Song Baiyu involuntarily take a cold breath.

  He suddenly opened his eyes, and Song Boyu only felt a dizziness, gently closing his eyes to calm down, feeling the dizziness gradually passing, before carefully opening his eyes again. What's wrong with him? As soon as this thought arose, fragmented memories came flooding in like a tide, and Song Boyu's mind suddenly remembered many things, perhaps not that he remembered, but rather these memories had always existed in his mind.

  Memories in his mind were a jumbled mess, one moment he was a cultivator seeking the Way of Heaven with all his heart, and the next he was a young master infatuated with flowers and plants. Two completely different memories intertwined in his mind, leaving Song Baiyu himself bewildered, wondering who he really was.

  "Bo Yu, are you awake?" Seeing Song Bo Yu's eyelashes twitching, Zhang Pengfei, who had been guarding the bedside, asked with concern.

  "Zhang, what's going on?" Song Baiyu was stunned for a moment before blurting out a sentence.

  "The doctor said you were too weak, overworked and suddenly caught a cold, that's why you fainted for two days. Do you feel better now?" After sending Song Baiyu to the hospital, Zhang Pengfei had been waiting by his side all along, even taking leave from the police station, and had stayed up for two consecutive nights, with big black circles under his eyes.

  "Much better, thank you Zhang for taking care of me." Song Baoyu replied gratefully, clearly seeing the bloodshot eyes of Zhang Pengfei.

  For the past two days, Song Baiyu hadn't opened his eyes, but he was clearer than ever about everything that had happened around him. He knew that for some inexplicable reason, he had crossed over from his original Xianxia world to this new one, and had fully merged with the memories of the body's owner in this world. Even his personality had been influenced by the body's owner.

  "Bo Yu, why are you being so distant to your big brother? If it weren't for the 100,000 yuan you lent me at a critical moment, would I be where I am today?" Seeing Song Bo Yu thanking him, Zhang Pengfei became displeased and said with a dark face.

  Zhang Pengfei is a northerner who became a civil servant and moved to Jinyang City to work as a police officer. Five years ago, he had a girlfriend in Jinyang City, and when she became pregnant, Zhang's parents-in-law insisted that if he couldn't buy a house in Jinyang City, the couple couldn't get married. Due to his parents-in-law's demands, Zhang and his girlfriend were miserable.

  After learning about this, Song Boyu lent Zhang 100,000 yuan without hesitation, which allowed him to make a down payment on a house in Jinyang City. Because of this, Zhang immediately regarded Song as a second father.

  Song Baiyu smiled and fell into deep thought, without continuing the conversation.

  Song Baiyu discovered that the original owner of his body had the same name as him, and was particularly fond of arranging flowers and plants. Wasn't he the most skilled at planting flowers and plants in the cultivation world? Could it be that this was the reason why his soul had attached itself to this body?

  "Zhang, I'm fine now, you can go back and rest too, or else your wife will blame me." Song Baiyu came to his senses and found Zhang Pengfei holding a steaming towel to wipe his face. Seeing Zhang's exhausted expression, Song was moved to say this.

  "Okay, I'll peel an apple for you and then head back." Zhang Pengfei was also really tired. Seeing that Song Boyu was fine, he smiled and said: "You know, your body is really weak, you should get a gym membership card, otherwise you'll have problems sooner or later."

  As they spoke, Zhang Pengfei had already peeled an apple and handed it to Song Baiyu.

  Smelling the fragrance emitted by the apples, Song Baiyu only then discovered that he was extremely hungry and couldn't be bothered to speak, instead devouring them with big mouthfuls.

  "Later, I'll get your sister-in-law to send over some preserved egg and lean pork congee for you. You've gone hungry for two days now and have lost a lot of weight." Zhang Pengfei said with sympathy as he watched Song Boyu wolf down his food.

  "Ah, thank you Brother Zhang, your wife's congee-making skills are truly exceptional." Upon hearing Zhang Pengfei's words, Song Boyu's stomach embarrassingly growled twice, and the hospital room was suddenly filled with awkward laughter.

  After attending to a few more matters, Zhang Pengfei finally left the hospital with peace of mind.

  "Trash." After Zhang Pengfei left the hospital room, Song Baiyu carefully examined his own body. His complexion turned ugly, and he found that the new life force in his body was as fragile as a candle flame in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. He had never felt such weakness before.

  Past events one by one appear in my mind.

  Song Baiyu clearly remembered that he was a cultivator of a famous alchemy sect, and because of his special talent in medicine and alchemy, in just over a decade, he had surpassed all the others in the sect in terms of alchemy skills.

  Having tempered himself in the mundane world, he had tasted a hundred herbs and concocted countless elixirs. Not only did he earn the reputation of "sacred hands" in the mundane world, but he also refined countless elixirs that drove cultivators crazy, thus establishing his sect's lofty position in the cultivation world. He was even able to summon the winds and rains, and no cultivator dared to defy his will.

  Every day, he refined his muscles and bones with various rare medicinal materials, and took the elixirs that cultivators dreamed of. With the help of many powerful cultivators who sought to assist him, he could be said to be the youngest cultivator in history to have crossed the tribulation. This time, he wanted to rely on his latest refined elixir to overcome the nine-layered thunder tribulation and enter the Mahayana realm. However, due to his long-term dependence on elixirs, his physical refinement was not strong enough, and his mental state was not stable enough, leading to his failure in crossing the tribulation, causing his soul to scatter, and finally, a wisp of his soul attached itself to this body.

  As he thought about it, Song Baiyu felt a wave of fatigue and weakness in his body. This body was really too weak, an ordinary person in the Cultivation World was at least ten times stronger than this body. And to Song Baiyu, ordinary cultivators were always considered trash.

  After understanding his physical condition, Song Baiyu let out a sigh. This body was actually weak to such an extent. It seemed that he really should take good care of himself. Thinking back to his experiences and insights in the Cultivation Realm, Song Baiyu's mouth curved into a pleasant arc as he fell into a deep sleep.