Blue Star, Viet Nation.
In an exorbitant ocean-view villa along the Nhat Le coast of Quang Binh city.
Inside a massive yet terrifyingly silent room, the figure of a young man lay curled on the thick carpet.
His body arched like a boiled shrimp, waves of soul-tearing agony violently radiating through his entire being.
Pain.
Not just physical pain, but an agony that pierced the marrow and drilled into his consciousness, as if something were viciously grinding his soul into fragments.
His mouth opened, but his throat was stiff, letting out only hoarse, meaningless rasps.
Who knew how much time had passed.
When the torment finally receded, leaving behind only a numbing sensation and a body drenched in cold sweat, Vuong Minh barely mustered the strength to tremble and struggle his eyes open.
The ceiling and walls were forged from gleaming metal, exuding a heavy technological vibe.
Scattered across the floor were shards of stone, jade, or perhaps glass—something of the sort.
Everything…
was unfamiliar.
“…Where is this?”
The voice was a weak, coarse whisper, sounding completely alien even to himself.
He ignored the sticky fluid coating his skin and paid no mind to how utterly exhausted and aching his body was.
The only thing he needed right now was to understand what had just happened.
His memories…
gradually cleared.
The cave.
The darkness.
And…
a cluster of purple light.
He remembered it vividly.
He had separated from the expedition team, venturing alone into the unexplored depths of the Son Dong cave system.
At the very end of that place, he saw something that absolutely should not exist in this world, something that defied his entire established worldview.
A violet radiance drifted in mid-air, scattering a magnificent, bewitching light.
It was also…
dangerous to the point of instinctively drawing people in.
He had been truly reckless then.
Making such a monumental discovery, instead of immediately calling it in, he had been possessed by some demonic urge to slowly approach and investigate.
He reached out his hand.
It was just a feather-light touch, but the very next instant:
BOOM!!!
All that remained was the image of collapsing earth and stone, before darkness swallowed everything.
“…”
Vuong Minh took a deep breath, the returning fragmented memories leaving him dumbstruck with horror:
“To think they actually saved me!”
“Cough, cough…”
Speaking agitated his injuries.
His lungs burned with congestion, and he coughed until he was gasping for air.
But he didn’t care in the slightest; instead, his smile grew increasingly smug.
He could only marvel at how the massive sum he spent hiring that professional team was entirely worth it.
After all, ditching the group was a breach of contract.
Yet even so, even when he was buried alive under millions of tons of rubble, those guys still stubbornly dug him out.
Damn it, if he didn’t give them a five-star rating and toss in a ten-billion VND (~400.000USD) bonus this time, he, Vuong Minh, wouldn’t be able to live with his conscience.
Except…
his gaze slowly swept across the room.
“…What kind of hospital leaves their patient lying on the floor?”
Right at that moment:
“Warning number three.”
A soft, delicate voice lacking any trace of emotion, like a synthesized electronic tone, suddenly rang out:
“Master’s life signs are fluctuating severely.
Recommending the activation of emergency medical protocols.”
Almost simultaneously, a light flashed before his eyes, and a slender figure materialized.
It was a young girl with long green hair and swept-back pointed ears, her features far too exquisite to be human.
More importantly, the twin peaks on her chest were exceptionally well-endowed.
She wore a soft armor with intricate patterns—exposing what should be covered and baring everything else that could be bared.
The deep cleavage and smooth, jade-like long legs were on full display, enough to make anyone’s blood boil.
An…
elf?
A legal…
elf loli?
“…What the hell?” Chairman Vuong, despite his vast worldly knowledge, was shocked speechless, hastily tilting his head back to prevent a nosebleed.
“No response received.
Amy will now initiate automatic intervention.”
Having received no answer, the girl opposite him made the choice autonomously.
A piercing alarm blared, and Vuong Minh’s consciousness instantly plummeted, as if dragged into a bottomless abyss.
He only managed to hear the sound of hurried footsteps echoing from afar.
Then, everything completely faded to black.
When he opened his eyes again, Vuong Minh was finally granted his wish of lying on a spacious, soft bed.
His body was hooked up to no shortage of IV drips, while his free hand was caught in a vice-like grip.
“Sweetheart, you’re finally awake!” It seemed his movements had alerted someone.
A shrill cry immediately shattered the cold, rhythmic beeping of the monitors.
At being addressed in such a way, Vuong Minh was once again struck dumb.
In silence, his eyes appraised the middle-aged man and woman standing vigil by his bed.
The man was around forty.
Although middle age had brought a slight stoutness, he still maintained an imposing bearing; it wasn’t hard to guess he had been a campus idol in his youth.
The woman looked outrageously young, appearing almost like a girl in her twenties.
She was beautifully gentle, exuding a scholarly elegance blended with a mature charm that made one feel at ease.
These were his current parents: his father, Vuong Thanh, and his mother, Nguyen Ngoc Linh.
As for why he called them ‘current’, it was because Vuong Minh did not belong to this era.
Whether it was possession, reincarnation, or the awakening of past-life memories, the bottom line was that he was a bona fide antique who had lived in the early 21st century—a full 300 years ago.
In the past, his parents had died in a plane crash, leaving behind massive insurance payouts and a fairly large company as his inheritance.
Relying on this accumulated wealth, coupled with his own relentless efforts, Vuong Minh transformed the family business into a trillion-VND conglomerate, making him a renowned figure in Viet Nation.
However, lacking parental discipline and having no earthly attachments, he developed a solitary lifestyle, addicted to adventure and thrill-seeking.
The more dangerous a place, the more he wanted to go.
He had paid a fortune to explore Son Dong, then went rogue to discover a new sinkhole on his own.
In the end, he was crushed to death by a cave-in, only to open his eyes 300 years in the future.
His current incarnation shared his name, and the family was involved in construction, transport, and trade.
The scale of their business wasn’t small either; otherwise, they wouldn’t be living in such a luxurious villa.
Overall, his living conditions were superb.
Vuong Minh’s destiny seemed inherently tied to wealth; no matter what, he simply couldn’t suffer poverty.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?
Why aren’t you saying anything?
Don’t scare Mom.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t meet the quotas for Victoria Academy.
Mom and Dad will find a way, you don’t need to risk your life like this!”
“That’s right, Minh!
I have some business partners over in Uc Nation.
They have connections and pathways into Victoria Academy.
They said as long as we put up a certain amount of sponsorship fees for the Academy, they can guarantee an enrollment quota.
Rest assured, Dad will absolutely make your dream come true.”
The soft weeping of his mother, Nguyen Ngoc Linh, and the deep, reassuring voice of his father, Vuong Thanh, broke into Vuong Minh’s train of thought.
A warmth and familial affection he hadn’t felt in ages suddenly flooded in, bringing an unusual sense of peace and happiness to his heart.
Since he was here, he might as well settle in.
The feeling of being cared for by a family again wasn’t bad at all.
From now on, he was a part of this family.
He had always been a part of it; these were his parents.
Discarding the awkward dissonance of an ancient soul reborn, Vuong Minh swiftly integrated into this new body.
He smiled, squeezing his mother’s hand to comfort her:
“Mom, I’m fine!
It was just a minor accident, but it’s all over now.
I also successfully broke through, you don’t need to worry.”
“He’s right, sis, you shouldn’t worry too much.
The doctor already said it, Vuong Minh just suffered a massive shockwave of spiritual energy, temporarily injuring his meridians.
A few days of rest and he’ll be right as rain, no problem at all.”
Another person standing in the room chimed in.
It was his uncle, Nguyen Hung Cuong, an expert at the Meridian Opening Realm, master of the renowned Thunderstrike Dojo in Quang Tri Province, and the firmest pillar of support for the Vuong family’s business empire.
Vuong Minh smiled and nodded at his uncle:
“Uncle!
Sorry to make you take a trip here just for my sake.”
“Haha, it’s not like it takes long to hop over, what’s the trouble?
Just rest up and consolidate your realm quickly.
Your uncle and your parents will handle everything else, you don’t need to fret about a thing.”
Nguyen Hung Cuong laughed heartily, but when Vuong Minh wasn’t paying attention, he secretly shot a signal to Vuong Thanh and his wife.
Old Vuong instantly caught on and followed up:
“Exactly, little Minh, now that you’ve broken through, the hardest part is over.
The rest is much simpler, let Dad handle it.
For now, focus on recovering, nourishing your body, and adapting to your new realm.
By the end of the semester, Dad will definitely send you off to Victoria Academy!”
Father Vuong made the domineering declaration, feeding his precious son a metaphorical tranquilizer.
Having said that, he didn’t forget to add a reminder:
“Also, only we know about your breakthrough.
The doctor is an old acquaintance and won’t breathe a word.
You don’t have to worry about outsiders finding out you were injured.”
No one understood a son better than his father.
Vuong Thanh knew his son’s personality inside out: outwardly pretending to be aloof and indifferent to others’ opinions, but inwardly incredibly awkward and sensitive.
If his friends found out he had severely injured himself during a breakthrough, he’d probably be too embarrassed to even show his face in class.
Meanwhile, Vuong Minh’s brain was currently a pile of mush; how could he have the mental capacity to care about such things?
Hearing this, he just nodded perfunctorily:
“I know!
Thank you, Mom and Dad, thank you, Uncle!”
“Good!
Rest now, my baby.
Mom will go make some blood-nourishing soup for you.
I’ll be back in a bit.”
Seeing that he didn’t want to talk much, and noting that his mind was clear and he seemed to be out of danger, Vuong Thanh and the other two quickly ushered each other out, leaving their son to rest in private.
Only now did Vuong Minh have the quiet time to sort through the memories of two lifetimes merging in his head.
…
The Vuong Family Villa,
Inside the room, Vuong Minh closed his eyes and sank into rest, his mind racing to grasp the invaluable information.
This wasn’t some alternate universe; his current world was genuinely the future—the year 2319.
In the current world, spiritual energy had been restored.
Mystic realms, spiritual herbs, spirit ores, and rare treasures sprang up like mushrooms after rain.
Supreme experts capable of plucking the stars and snatching the moon emerged in endless streams, thoroughly overturning humanity’s perception.
Practicing martial arts could prolong one’s lifespan while allowing one to soar through the heavens and tunnel through the earth.
Becoming a Martial Artist had become humanity’s highest pursuit.
Precisely because of this, Martial Arts academies were now the top priority for teenagers, just like Vuong Minh.
His predecessor had set his sights on the number one academy in Southeast Asia, which was also among the world’s elite, ranked as one of the Top Ten Academies—Victoria Academy.
That place boasted the best instructors, the most superior cultivation methods, the most abundant resources, and the highest success rate in the region.
For any brat with even a shred of ambition, wanting to pursue advanced studies there was completely understandable.
But there were too many monks and not enough porridge.
Southeast Asia had many countries and a massive population, meaning countless hopefuls wanted to take the entrance exam, yet the annual quota remained fixed.
As a result, the criteria were incredibly strict.
The most critical threshold was none other than the cultivation base.
If one didn’t reach the mid-stage of the Spirit Channeling Realm—at least Tier Four or above—they would not be accepted.
Vuong Minh was currently in his final semester of 12th grade; right after the winter break, the selection process would begin.
Quang Binh was merely a city in Quang Tri Province, not some major metropolis, so their quotas were even scarcer—only two or three spots available.
Time was tight, and constantly hearing news of others stepping ahead and breaking through to Spirit Channeling Tier Four made him extremely anxious, forcing him to recklessly attempt a forced breakthrough without full confidence.
Fortunately, the awakening of his past life caused his soul power to surge, further solidifying his soul and allowing him to barely scrape past the jaws of death at the last second.
Otherwise, he would likely have ended up a cripple, if not dead.
After mentally cursing the bratty predecessor until a dog’s blood showered his head, Vuong Minh finally cooled down and calmly considered the kid’s obsession.
Entering a top-tier academy, learning the most advanced cultivation methods and combat arts.
For an avid explorer and thrill-seeker like Vuong Minh, this naturally held a fatal attraction.
He didn’t even need to think about it; he would absolutely follow his predecessor’s dying wish and carry it forward.
In his past life, Vuong Minh was also a graduate of a top-tier university.
Combined with his half-lifetime of cutthroat business experience and everything he had learned, seen, and known over his past decades, acing a university entrance exam would be a walk in the park.
Chairman Vuong curled his lips in a disdainful smirk.
Since his cultivation base had already met the mark, could the rest really stump him?
Taking advantage of his free time, the guy decided to browse through the knowledge required for the entrance exam.
But the moment he looked, his entire body petrified, his transmigrated soul taking another critical hit.
Quantum structure?
Peripheral neural transmission?
General principles of mecha torque?
What the hell was this????
Who teaches high schoolers this stuff?
Damn these unfilial descendants, which bastard grandson became the Minister of Education and decided to stop acting like a human???