This story is purely fictional, not a traditional period piece, no, no, it leans toward imaginative concepts.
In 1979, at Wutong Mountain in a new village.
“Mommy~! I want Mommy!”
“Mom, wake up, I want Mommy too, waaah~!”
The cries of two children echoed in her ears, accompanied by a man’s scolding.
“Get lost, you two brats! Once I become your father, I’ll sell you for a good price.”
Then, Jiang Manman’s face was struck with a sharp slap.
“You wretched woman, even your husband abandoned you! How many of those educated youths who returned to the city ever come back?”
“You refused my marriage proposal, and today I’ll make you mine!”
The slap jolted Jiang Manman awake. Before her stood a pockmarked young man with yellowed teeth, unfastening her clothes.
How reckless!
Could this be the Inner Demon Tribulation?
Had the Refreshing Glass Lamp placed in her Cave Residence lost its effect?
It must be a powerful Extraterrestrial Demon targeting her.
Jiang Manman had been in secluded cultivation within her Cave Residence, preparing to break through to the Nascent Soul Stage. Opening her eyes to this scene could only mean it was the work of an inner demon.
She couldn’t hold back. This disgusting man dared to assault her? She lifted her foot and kicked him squarely between the legs.
Crack! The sound of shattered eggs!
“Ah! Damn you, wretched woman! How dare you fight back!”
At that moment, the two children rushed forward, punching and kicking the yellow-toothed, pockmarked man.
But what use were the fists of two three-year-olds? With one swing, the man flung them aside.
Why were there children here?
Watching the two little ones being thrown aside, her heart unexpectedly ached.
The man grabbed a piece of firewood and swung it at her. Jiang Manman didn’t back down either—she formed a Sword Incantation gesture and shouted:
“Sword, come!”
But no sword appeared. Nothing happened.
Wang Laicai, standing opposite her, saw her army-green jacket in disarray, her hair full of dried leaves, a slap mark on her face, and her fingers contorted as she yelled “Sword, come!” He let out a scornful laugh, his rage intensifying.
He raised the firewood and swung it at her head.
Jiang Manman swiftly sidestepped to avoid the blow.
Even with his eggs shattered, he could still retaliate? Jiang Manman didn’t dwell on why her sword hadn’t come. She directly kicked the man in the stomach, then punched him in the face, snapping his head to the side and sending two teeth flying out.
She lifted her leg into a full split and slammed her foot down, driving the man’s head into the ground!
Finally, he fell silent. She scanned him with her Divine Sense—still alive?
She took two steps forward, placed her hands on the back of his neck, and with a sharp crack, twisted it.
A mere Extraterrestrial Demon thought it could deceive her?
But why was the man’s body still here?
Shouldn’t it have dissolved into a wisp of Demonic Qi and vanished?
“Waaah, Mommy, Mommy.”
Jiang Manman froze for a moment, then a flood of memories rushed in. She stood there, stunned. What was going on?
This body…?
She checked her clothes, fastening the buttons that had been undone. This situation was utterly surreal!
Wasn’t she just on the verge of forming her Nascent Soul? Not only had she returned to Blue Star, but to the 1970s, and this body even had twin children.
Moreover, she sensed that the spiritual energy around her was so faint it was almost nonexistent.
Faced with the two struggling children rushing into her arms, Jiang Manman instinctively hugged them tightly—they were such fragile little beings.
Her body stiffened, afraid to use too much strength, terrified of hurting the two small children.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry. Mommy’s here, Mommy’s here. The bad person has been beaten to death by Mommy. No more bad people will come to bully Tang Yuan and Tang Xin.”
Tang Yuan’s name was Tang Yuan, and Tang Xin’s name was Tang Xin, following their father’s surname.
Perhaps her comfort was effective, as the two children truly stopped crying.
She moved her body and head, which felt as if they had been struck by eighty heavy hammers.
She hadn’t noticed earlier, but now it came back to her—in the original body’s memories, she had brought the children up the mountain to gather firewood for burning.
After cutting over a dozen branches, this man had approached, attacking her because she had refused his marriage proposal last time.
No wonder the original body had died—he had grabbed her by the hair and smashed her head against a rock several times, then thrown her to the ground and beaten her. With her head hitting the rock, it was inevitable she would meet her end.
But how did she end up crossing over?
First, she needed to comfort the two children. They were dirty and disheveled, with blood still at the corners of their mouths from being thrown. Were they injured internally?
Instinctively, with a thought, two fruits appeared in her hand out of nowhere.
At the sight of the fruits, the two little ones stopped crying, blinking their teary eyes and pouting as they looked at her.
Jiang Manman was also stunned. She was so accustomed to retrieving items from her Storage Bracelet that she hadn’t expected to actually be able to summon anything here.
“Here, one for each of you. Go over there and eat. Mommy needs a moment to rest.”
Watching the two little ones obediently go aside to nibble on the Spiritual Fruits the size of an adult’s fist, Jiang Manman sat cross-legged to calm herself and sort things out.
Her Divine Sense swept through her body, and in her Dantian, she discovered two Spirit Roots—one red and one green.
Her Mutated Wind and Thunder Spiritual Root had degraded back to its original Fire Spiritual Root and Wood Spiritual Root.
As her Divine Sense sank into her Sea of Consciousness, she saw a Glass Tower floating within.
When her Divine Sense entered the Glass Tower, a fist-sized little tiger cub pounced toward her—it was the Artifact Spirit of the Refreshing Heart Glass Tower.
“Master! Praise me, praise me quickly! I broke through the Void Barrier, Space-Time Barrier, Dimensional Barrier, Interface Barrier, Time Barrier—through countless dangers and hardships—to bring you back to your original world to undergo tribulation. Isn’t Hu Hu the most amazing Artifact Spirit?”
After hearing its explanation, Jiang Manman understood.
She looked at the little tiger, only the size of her palm, cradled in her hands.
“So your originally five-hundred-meter majestic form has shrunk to this? Are you a barrier-breaking machine?”
“Wah~ I suffered so much! I broke through barriers left and right for you, Master, and you still look down on me. And after all that, Hu Hu even built a passage for you to travel between the World of Cultivation and here. Hu Hu is so wronged!”
Jiang Manman felt a headache coming on.
Especially seeing this little creature, no bigger than a teacup dog, covering its eyes with its front paws and wailing without tears, she couldn’t help but feel helpless.
She roughly kneaded it into a ball in her hands.
Hu Hu flew out, transforming back from a ball into a little tiger shape, and said:
“Master, don’t be angry. Your real body is perfectly preserved in the Cave Residence. You just need to train here for a hundred years, and then you can return.”
“A hundred years? No, I’ll only stay here for fifty years. Achieving Infant Soul Formation is all I need—fifty years is enough.”
“Uh! Well, that could work too!”
The teacup-sized tiger scratched its head and then stared at its master with wide, watery eyes. It was still quite afraid of its master’s anger, especially since the master possessed a Thunder Spiritual Root.
Fifty years—since she was here, she might as well make the best of it. The 1970s—she had come to undergo her tribulation!
Wait, no—she should be here to cultivate the earth and contribute to building a beautiful China!
Then thinking about the current situation, she felt somewhat discouraged.
She had just mistaken Wang Laicai for a demonic illusion and accidentally killed him—what should she do now?
Killing someone would require… wait a moment!
This man killed the original body, so by killing him, wasn’t she just avenging the original owner?
But if the corpse wasn’t handled properly, it would be troublesome.
“Hu Hu, can you store this person in the Refreshing Heart Glass Tower?”