In a luxurious villa in Dongtou City, Jiangsu Province.

Lin Beichen stared at the crystal television in front of him, his expression somewhat vacant.

Only on TV shows, a man in a suit and tie was interviewing another plain-looking man.

Mr. Ma, as we all know, you have had a truly remarkable life. With so many viewers here today, some have asked about the most regrettable thing in your illustrious career. Would you be willing to share it with us?

"The last thing I regret in my life is founding the group. The fact that it has developed to this day has truly consumed too much of my personal energy and time. If there were a next life, I hope to be an ordinary person."

"Haha, Ma Huateng is still as humorous as ever. Well, another audience member asked, what's your view on money?"

"Are you talking about money? Oh, I have no interest in that stuff."

To be honest, the happiest time in my life was when I was a teacher. Back then, I earned eighty-five yuan a month.

The on-site audience erupted in laughter.

But the television before Lin Beichen wasn't smiling, his expression, looking even somewhat serious.

Not until he confirmed with his own eyes that everything before him was not an illusion but reality, did he take a deep breath and draw his conclusion.

I'm back.

I'm really back.

Unexpectedly, he Lin Beichen ascended to the upper realm. For a full decade, just as he was about to perish.

The soul, it seems, is fallible. It returned to Earth, merging with a young man named Lin Beichen.

The interview continues.

Lin Beichen was watching the television screen, that man who was still talking eloquently, putting on a good show despite being short.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, even from across the space, he couldn't help but want to slap him.

If he remembered correctly, when this former richest man in the horse industry was apprenticed to him, what he shouted from his throat was.

"I want to make money, I want to make a lot of money!"

"I'm never going to be a teacher with such a meager salary again!"

"I want to be the top person!! I want to be the richest person!! I want to get rich!!"

Yes, the rich man on TV is Lin Beichen's disciple when he hadn't ascended to immortality. He was one of his three disciples back then.

Because Ma Shufu's ideal was to be the wealthiest person in China, Lin Beichen then taught him the ways of commerce.

But he never expected that in just ten years, his ideals would be completely gone, and he had become the richest man in China.

However, Lin Beichen wasn't surprised either. After all, in his past life, he was a man who possessed a transtemporal system.

The business strategies he taught Ma Huateng were all derived from the trans-temporal system. What Ma Huateng achieved today, he had already predicted.

... just ...

"I remember back then, I never taught this kid how to put on a show, did I? When did he learn to do that?"

Lin Beichen was a little puzzled and said, "Based on the principle of out of sight, out of mind, he picked up the remote control and with a click, changed the channel."

Good afternoon, viewers. This is CCTV Traditional Chinese Medicine Channel. We are honored to tell you that our guest today is a giant in the medical world, Dr. Li Buhuan, known as "Dr. Li, the God of Medicine"...

"Huh?"

Lin Beichen was somewhat surprised, looking at the old man with an ethereal and refined appearance that slowly appeared on the TV screen.

He really wanted to sigh, this world is too small.

Just a second ago, he had only just seen his third disciple from his past life, Ma Shouf. Unbeknownst to him, the moment he switched stages, the next second he saw his second disciple, Li Buhuan.

"A medical god? That old geezer with his three-legged cat's medicine dares to call himself a medical god?"

Lin Beichen let out a light hum.

But thinking about it, all the medicine I taught Li Buhuan came from the trans-time system, at least ten years ahead of Earth.

Lin Beichen felt a sense of relief at that moment.

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At that moment, the host of the program asked.

"Doctor Li, what do you have to say about successfully curing the cancer patient this time?"

Li Buchang looked like a fairy with an ethereal air. Hearing this, he just shrugged his shoulders and said listlessly.

For me, it's about the process of healing, not the end result.

"Because, as long as it's a patient I, Li Buhuan, have treated, ninety-nine percent of them will eventually recover."

The scene was suddenly filled with a thunderous applause.

Through the lens, one can clearly see that all the audience's eyes looking at Li Buhuan are filled with heartfelt admiration and respect.

But Lin Beichen, once again, punched the TV screen out of frustration.

It's not because Li Buhuan is exaggerating.

In contrast, the medical skills that Shi Lin Beichen had taught him were able to cure ailments that would be considered extremely difficult by ordinary people.

The key question is...

This old geezer talks and talks, can he just stop acting like that?

Lin Beichen couldn't stand it anymore, and continued to change his seat.

This time, the television finally showed something other than talk shows, but a newsflash.

Lin Beichen let out a sigh of relief at once, finally not having to see those two packages again.

However, he had already secretly decided that next time he saw those two, he would definitely interrogate them severely.

Look at them, they must have learned the sect's secret skills and powerful techniques at some point.

Lin Beichen watched the news report with relish.

...at that moment.

"This station is broadcasting the latest news. On the day, Japan's renowned swordsman, Beih Hai Yi Dao, challenged the Chinese martial arts world with his followers. After defeating four major masters of China consecutively and claiming that no one in China could surpass him, he finally enraged Ye Tiangang, the Martial God of China."

It is said that, just ten minutes ago, the martial god Ye Tiangang fought against Beihai Yidao, and the result of the battle... the Martial God defeated his opponent with just one hand effortlessly...

Originally, Lin Beichen's heart had calmed down, but suddenly he heard this news report.

He didn't seem quite right.

Ye Tian Gang? The Martial God of China?

Lin Beichen felt very heartbroken.

When, under his own command, Ye Tiangang, who couldn't even withstand a single move, was qualified to be called the Martial God of China?

Could it be that in just ten years, the Chinese martial arts world has fallen to such a state?

Ye Tiangang was exactly Lin Beichen's eldest disciple back then, inheriting Lin Beichen's martial arts.

Back then, before Lin Beichen ascended to immortality, the title of China's Martial God already belonged to him.

Unexpectedly, ten years have passed. This title has actually been passed down to his eldest disciple.

Thinking of this, Lin Beichen couldn't help but feel a bit wistful.

Ten years ago, the three disciples he had casually taken in are now all making waves in their respective fields.

One man has immense wealth and is known as the richest person.

One person used medical evidence to prove his point, and was revered as a medical genius.

There was also one person who sought to be the peak of martial arts in China, and in the eyes of countless warriors, he was a godlike existence.

Looking back on himself.

Destruction, decades of arduous cultivation wasted, even the soul barely clinging to existence can only attach itself to another.

All sorts of experiences have led to his current state of destitution.

But......

A glint flashed in Lin Beichen's eyes, and he smiled serenely.

A true hero doesn't concern himself with where he comes from or whether he wins or loses in the short term; those things are insignificant.

Since, he Lin Beichen this time great difficulty to survive, so this life lived, must be more brilliant than the previous life.

After understanding these things, the haze in Lin Beichen's heart caused by his rebirth vanished instantly.

Bang!

At that moment, there was a sharp crack.

The room door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

My moms are here, as agreed, you must unconditionally cooperate with me to act, now go see them with me.

A cold voice rang out, devoid of any warmth.

Lin Beichen turned his head and saw a stunningly beautiful person standing coldly at the door, staring at him.

As for this person, Lin Beichen was not unfamiliar with him.

Because of this, she is precisely his wife in this life, Mo Qingwu.

Speaking of which, Mo Qingwu, who came from the wealthy Mo family in Dongtou City, was a well-known Bai Fumei.

While Lin Beichen came from an ordinary family and was raised in a single-parent household, relying solely on his father's hard work and manual labor to support him.

Two people with vastly different social statuses should not have any connection at all.

But just a week ago, Mo Qingwu suddenly approached Lin Beichen and signed an agreement, demanding marriage.

The agreement was very simple. After their marriage, Lin Beichen had to unconditionally cooperate with Mo Qingwu and act for the sake of their families.

Besides, the two are just a nominal couple. Lin Beichen cannot exercise any rights as a husband.

No cohabiting and no interference with Mo Qingwu's private life.

Of course, as a reward, Mo Qingwu would give Lin Beichen two thousand yuan every month.

Thinking of the twenty thousand dollars, Lin Beichen finally gritted his teeth and agreed.

He couldn't refuse.

Just a month ago, his father, whom he had always admired and looked up to, suddenly fell ill.

The doctor said that the father's illness was caused by excessive physical labor and long-term strain, resulting in a complete functional failure. It has reached a stage where no medicine or treatment can cure it.

If you continue treatment in the hospital, if you're lucky, you might be able to live for another half a year or so.

If discharged immediately, he's likely to die within a month.

Lin Beichen had just graduated from university and worked for less than half a year. The savings in his bank account weren't even enough to buy a wheelbarrow, let alone afford his father's medical treatment?

So, faced with the agreement in Mo Qingwu's hand, Lin Beichen almost didn't consider it much and signed his name. He needed that twenty thousand yuan.

Thinking of his father's illness, Lin Beichen couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

Although he was renowned for his medical skills in his past life, he was utterly helpless when faced with the complete decline of his functions, which in the cultivation world is known as the Five Declines of Heaven and Man.

Unless a panacea for immortality can be found, it's simply out of reach.

Besides, the hospital called yesterday again to demand payment for last week's bill, which totaled over seven thousand yuan.

The most urgent thing is to raise the funds first.

Thinking of this, Lin Beichen couldn't help but look at Mo Qingwu, and said with some difficulty.

"The ink is light, I'm a little short on cash lately, you see... could you perhaps advance my salary for this month...?"

Lin Beichen had no choice, otherwise he would never have opened his mouth.

But when Mo Qingwu heard this, she couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Almost instinctively, she thought that Lin Beichen was blackmailing her.

He had just started to speak when his mother arrived, instructing Lin Beichen to cooperate with the performance. The man then reached out his hand for money; wasn't this extortion?

Mo Qingwu let out a cold snort, sneering.

"Lin Beichen, Lin Beichen, you haven't even finished your business and you dare to ask me for money. I have to say, you really are shameless."

Lin Beichen's old face flushed red, knowing that Mo Qingwu had misunderstood. He just wanted to open his mouth and explain.

"You don't need to say more." Mo Qingwu waved her hand and said coldly, crossing her brows.

"You came here for the money, and I have my reasons. We both just get what we need."

But remember, the condition for me giving you money is that you have to cooperate and act well.

"But if you can't act well in this play, huh..."

"Don't blame me for being direct, you might not get a single penny in the end!"

After finishing his words, Mo Qingwu cast him another cold glance and left directly.

Lin Beichen could only smile wryly in response.

But thinking about his father's medical bills still unpaid, he could only stand up and pat his behind, silently following Mo Qingwu towards the grand hall on the first floor of the villa.

(Editor in charge：meaning for novel)