Windy tried to open his eyes and see things clearly though his vision was somewhat blurry as a new-born's eyes are not fully developed yet when compared to that of an adult but nonetheless windy struggled and finally opened his eyes.
He saw the face of a beautiful woman whose beauty can make even the angels jealous, he also saw a middle aged man with black hair, a beard and a sharp face looking at him with tears of happiness in his eyes.
Hm… they must be my parents ha.
Windy thought in his mind, the silence in the room was broken, by the voice of that woman it was as enchanting as a mermaid's song, muttering slightly with a low and yet delicate voice fang ling.
Although windy count understand the language of this world quite yet but his instincts told him that was his name.
Fang ling what the fuck! That's some lame ass name I ever heard in my life can't they think of anything better?
Though the name might look ordinary at first it had a profound meaning. The word fang means wind and ling means soul or spirit. His parents gave him this name hoping he would grow up to be a spirited boy with lots of joy in his life just like the wind.
Fang ling quickly understood the language of the people of this world. It's not surprising considering his origins as an otherworlder.
Time flew by and fang ling was loved by his parents and the elders of the clan.
Fang ling quickly tried to know about this world and everything related to it as it was unfamiliar to him he found out there was no development of technology in this world. The biggest difference between his world and this world is that this world represented the medieval era from earth so much which kings and monarchs used to rule.
That's not all there is, in this world much like fictional stories told back on earth, is a world of cultivation where one can increase their strength, by increase, I don't mean the typical backward martial arts of the modern era where one can beat a 100 men but still fall to a bullet. Strength that truly rivals the heavens.
A powerful cultivator can destroy an entire nation if he wants to, which was previously only possible by a nuclear weapon. He can cut down an entire mountain with a single slash of his sword-the true definition of a one man army. With strength like that no wonder they don't focus on weapons and technology fang ling grasps everything. The interesting thing about cultivation is one can increase their lifespan. The lifespan of a mortal is merely 100 years but a powerful cultivator can live up to 1000 or even more. The goal of every cultivator in this world is to cultivate immortality.
Fang ling was considered a peerless genius as he could start talking at three months and started to walk after five-which made him the centre of attention.
But none of this mattered to fang ling or perhaps windy because he got all the things he count in his previous life,
A home, a warm bed to sleep in, but more importantly the warmth of someone loving you, windy never experienced it in his previous life. He was content with this life of his, now he don't need anything more strength doesn't matter to him.
His mind filled with thoughts of his past life,
"In my past life, I was a drifting leaf upon an endless river, carried by currents I could not control, never knowing where I belonged. The sky above me was vast, yet void of warmth; the earth beneath my feet was firm, yet held no roots for me to cling to. An orphan—unwanted, unseen, unheard. I wandered through life like a lone lantern in the night, flickering in the wind, waiting for the darkness to swallow me whole.
But fate, ever mysterious as the shifting clouds, wove a different tale for me in this life. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer a forsaken shadow. I was cradled in warmth, wrapped in the scent of home. A mother's gentle hands, a father's strong embrace—things I had only dreamed of, now as real as the morning sun. My name was spoken not as an afterthought, but with love, with meaning. The empty halls of my heart, once silent and cold, now echoed with laughter, with belonging.
If my past was the withering autumn, then this life is my eternal spring. And for the first time, I do not fear the wind… for I know, no matter where it carries me, there will always be a place I can call home."