The sound of screeching tires and a thunderous crash marked the end of Lin Fan's mundane life.
He had been crossing the road on his way home from another overtime shift, clutching a bag of instant noodles and half-finished dreams. The last thing he saw was a truck hurtling toward him, its headlights glaring like the eyes of fate. There was no pain. Only a flash—and then, silence.
When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer on the street.
Everything was white.
No, not white exactly—just empty. A vast expanse of nothingness stretched in every direction. There was no sky, no ground, no sense of time. Lin Fan floated, or perhaps he stood—there was no way to tell.
"...So this is death," he muttered, his voice sounding distant, as if spoken underwater.
He had no body, but he was. A point of awareness, drifting in a void.
Just as a creeping panic threatened to overtake him, a ripple passed through the emptiness. A presence stirred. Majestic. Vast. Eternal.
Then, a voice—calm, ancient, yet intimately warm—resounded in Lin Fan's mind.
"You are Lin Fan."
It wasn't a question.
"Who... who are you?" Lin Fan asked, or at least thought.
"I am who you might call a True God. Not a deity bound by faith or worship, but a will beyond creation itself."
The voice was not boastful. It simply was.
Lin Fan's thoughts swirled. "Why am I here? Shouldn't I be... judged or reincarnated?"
"Under ordinary laws, yes. But your soul... intrigued me."
There was a pause. Not empty silence, but one filled with meaning.
"You lived a life of quiet hardship. Never brilliant. Never evil. Yet always striving. Always dreaming."
Lin Fan's mind flashed with memories—late nights spent reading webnovels, his lonely apartment, his meager meals, the quiet hope that someday, things would change.
The True God continued.
"I have decided to grant you a choice. Consider it... a reward. Or perhaps, an experiment."
"A choice?"
"To be reborn. But not in the cycle of your world. Instead, you may transmigrate to any world of your choosing—with gifts."
Lin Fan blinked. Or he would have, if he had eyes.
"You're serious? Like in those novels?"
"As serious as reality allows."
Lin Fan's heart—if he had one—pounded. A second chance. A real one.
"I can choose any world?"
"Any you know, or even one you imagine."
Lin Fan's thoughts went wild. Cultivation worlds. Systems. Harems. Immortality. Revenge arcs. Supreme talents. Overpowered cheats. He had read thousands of such stories, always imagining himself as the protagonist.
Then one particular world leapt to mind—one that had fascinated him recently: Eternal Life Begins with Taking a Wife.
The universe was brutal, a cultivation realm where immortals schemed and fought, where talent was everything. But what drew him wasn't just the endless pursuit of strength. It was the concept of fate, of forming Dao Companions that transcended lifetimes. Love as cultivation. Bonds as power.
"I choose Eternal Life Begins With Taking A Wife World" he said with conviction.
"A difficult path. A dangerous world. Are you sure?"
"I am," Lin Fan replied. "But I want to make some wishes first."
"Speak. But choose wisely. Each desire shapes your existence."
Lin Fan paused. Then he began to declare his wishes—not aloud, but soul-deep desires. Some were practical. Some, wildly overpowered. Others... subtle.
He asked not just for strength, but the means to build something eternal. But his wishes remains hidden.
The True God listened in silence.
Then came the nod. Not seen, but felt.
"So it shall be."
He wasn't asking for a shortcut to godhood. He was asking for a foundation—one that let him fight, grow, and dominate on his own terms.
"Then it is done. Your chosen world did not exist as a true realm. It was fiction. But I have made it real."
That stunned Lin Fan.
"You created it... just like that?"
"Eternity is my canvas. And you are now the ink."
There was no time to grasp the magnitude of that power. Because, reality began to twist. The void shifted, trembling as laws and essence converged. A new universe—one shaped by cultivation, karma, and fate—took form.
And at its heart, Lin Fan's soul descended.
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Five Continent Four Seas World. Wei Kingdom, Golden Sun Sect's, Cloud Mountain Market Parlour's, Red Willow Alley.
Inside a House in Red Willow Alley. Lin Fan. a 25 Years Old, 1.85 Meters Tall Boy was sitting with his eyes closed.
He was Unparalleledly Handsome and had Silver-White Hair and Golden Eyes.
[Ding!! The Cheats Have Fused. Invincible System Activated.]
The moment the notification sounded, Lin Fan realeased a mouthful of fresh air and opened his eyes.
The moment his soul descended his eyes were forced shut because the cheats began to fuse with his very being.
To be honest he was truly shocked when the True God created this Universe. He understood one thing, The Power of that True God was truly unimaginable.
Lin Fan calmed himself down. Soon, a smile appeared on his handsome face.
Boom! Crack! Lightning flashed, rolling thunder shook the sky.
Lin Fan stood up and walked to the wooden window. He opened it and the sound of the rain entered his ears.
That night, Lin Fan relaxed and slept soundly.
The rain stopped the next day.
The road outside the house was muddy, and the rainwater gathered into small streams that flowed along the gullies formed by the impact. He stepped on the puddles of water and passed through seven or eight winding alleys before arriving at the main road paved with limestone slabs. There were many cultivators here, and there were rows of vendors on both sides of the road. It looked very lively.
Following the main road, he quickly walked into a shop.
"Yo, isn't this Fellow Daoist Lin? What a rare guest!" The enchanting female cultivator in the shop had loose skin and a pile of makeup on her face. Waves of fragrance surged into Lin Fan's nose.
"Fellow Daoist Ceng, I am looking for a Wife. Preferably beautiful and Mortal. and I specially like the name Wang Yun. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Ceng can find one that match my description."
Matchmaker Ceng smiled "Our Cloud Mountain Parlour doesn't have many other things. But we have countless slender and beautiful mortal women who are the descendants of cultivators and don't have spiritual roots. You can choose as much as you want. Fellow Daoist Lin, don't worry. I will definitely find a woman of your description."
Lin Fan cupped his hands "Then I'll have to trouble Fellow Daoist Ceng!"
He left the shop. He did not stay long and returned home.
Cloud Mountain Parlour was a marketplace established by the Golden Sun Sect. Over the past 20 years, its safety has been guaranteed. However, the area he was in belonged to the periphery of the marketplace, and there were often cases of people killing and stealing treasures. His predecessor was relatively poor and did not have any good magic tools on him, coupled with his predecessor's usual cautiousness, he had been relatively safe over the years.
Dozens of days passed. There was news from Matchmaker Ceng. He came to the shop again.
When he arrived at the second floor of the shop, he saw a delicate little girl fidgeting with her skirt. She was about twenty-eight years old, and her skin was fair and tender. She was delicate and beautiful.
Matchmaker Ceng smiled and said "How is it? Her appearance and figure are not bad, right? Her name is also Wang Yun. Her father is a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refinement. Some time ago, he was targeted when he went out and died. He left her behind and no one took care of her. Although she doesn't have a spiritual root, her body can sense spiritual energy. If she cultivates mortal martial arts, she can easily break through to the Connate Realm. Most importantly, she's very obedient."
Lin Fan looked at Wang Yun and was overjoyed. The First Wife Of The MC Of The Original Novel. But Now that The Original MC Doesn't exist, he can't let his innocent wives die in vain. So, He immediately said "I Will take her!"
Matchmaker Ceng beamed with joy. "Alright, Twenty low grade spirit stones. She's yours."
Lin Fan immediately took out Twenty low-grade spirit stones and left the shop with the little girl.
At night, there were a few more candles in the room, and it was much brighter than usual.
Wang Yun sat on the edge of the bed. Her body under the red veil was tense. Her father had died. She did not have any spiritual roots and had no freedom in Cloud Mountain Parlour. She only hoped that this cultivator would treat her well.
She heard footsteps approaching, and became even more nervous. When the red veil was lifted, she lowered her head shyly, not daring to look up at her husband.
"Yun'er, we should rest." He reached out and placed his hand on Wang Yun's shoulder.
"Husband, please take good care of me."
Phew.
Waves of wind blew past. The candle went out.
Soon, Lin Fan shed his immaturity and became a real man.
The next day, the sky had just brightened.
Lin Fan woke up from his deep sleep. Feeling his wife curled up like a kitten in his arms, he could not help but smile.
Soon, Wang Yun woke up and said shyly "Husband, I overslept. I'll get up and cook for you now."
Lin Fan hurriedly interrupted "Yun'er. You worked hard yesterday. Lie down in peace and I'll get up to cook for you."
As he spoke, he quickly dressed and washed up. Then, he started a fire to cook.
A moment later, the fragrant spirit rice porridge was ready. He carried it to the edge of the bed and carefully fed it to his wife.
After finishing the porridge, Lin Fan used his spiritual energy to nourish his wife's body.
Wang Yun's face turned from worry to joy. She was also very touched. She was afraid that she would have to suffer in the future. In the end, her husband was so attentive and even personally cooked to take care of her.
It was rare to see such a compassionate cultivator. It had to be known that she was a mortal. It was already very good that she was not treated as a slave by cultivators.
"Yun'er. I have a special physique. Even if someone doesn't have Spiritual Roots, They can gain Unparalleled Spiritual Roots if they become my Dao Companion. You need to Cultivate hard from now on." Lin Fan said as he looked at Wang Yun.
Wang Yun became stunned when she heard this. She couldn't help but ask "Husband. Is this true."
"You will know if you try." Lin Fan smiled. In the end, he placed his finger between her brows and transferred the True God Cultivation Technique to her sea of conciousness.
Though sceptical, Wang Yun sat down cross-legged and Tried to cultivate. But the moment she did, she was overjoyed.
"Husband. It is true. Thankyou."
Lin Fan smiled but then he sighed. Wang Yun saw this and was puzzled "Husband. What's wrong?"
"Yun'er. My Physique is special. But I have great needs. I need at least 15 Wives to satisfy me. If I don't relieve myself, I might die." Lin Fan replied.
Wang Yun's face turned pale when she heard this. Not because Lin Fan said that he will get other wives, but because he said that he might die.
"Husband. Then you need to get more wives as soon as possible." Wang Yun replied. Obviously, She doesn't want Lin Fan to die. Everything else was secondary.
"Don't worry. I can suppress it for now. But once my strength increase I will need more people." Lin Fan assured her. Obviously, all of this was a lie, but Lin Fan had no choice, he isn't as shameless as the MC Of The Original Novel. Lin Fan at least forged a fake reason. The MC Of The Original Novel on the other hand didn't even bother.
Wang Yun heaved a sigh of relief when she heard this. For her, as long as her husband is fine nothing else mattered.
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. During this period, Lin Fan took care of his wife with all his heart and was very loving.
"Yun'er, stay at home. Remember not to go out. I'm going to the market."
He stayed at home for half a month, Lin Fan wanted to explore the Market.
Moreover, Wang Yun also felt that she could not take it anymore. Her mental state had decreased greatly.
"Husband, you must be careful when you go out!" When she heard that Lin Fan was going to the market, worry appeared on Wang Yun's face. Although Cloud Mountain Parlour was relatively safe, there were always accidents. In a situation where one's strength was low, every time one went out, it was a life and death test.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of myself." Lin Fan pushed open the door and walked out. When he stepped onto the potholed alley again, his spirit and appearance were completely different. His eyes were shining, and he was no longer lazy.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, you're finally willing to go out."
"You've married a beautiful wife. If it were me, I would also be reluctant to leave."
"Fellow Daoist Lin, you've really gotten over it!"
On the way, he bumped into familiar neighbors and they teased him. Lin Fan laughed dryly and did not respond. He walked along the alley and made many turns before arriving at the main road. Then, he saw two cultivators walking towards him.
"Fellow Daoist Gong. Fellow Daoist Su." He hurriedly greeted them respectfully.
These two cultivators were a pair of cousins. Their cultivation levels were not low. Among them, Fellow Daoist Gong was the only late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator who lived in Red Willow Alley. It was all thanks to Fellow Daoist Gong's intimidation that Red Willow Alley had been relatively safe over the years. His cousin, Fellow Daoist Su, was beautiful and tall. She was admired by many cultivators.
Fellow Daoist Gong nodded and left with his sister. In their eyes, Lin Fan was just a low-level Talisman Master. He was not worthy of their attention at all. They could only reply to him because they lived in the same alley.
Lin Fan did not mind. After all, he was at the late-stage of the Qi Refinement Realm. It was normal for him to have the attitude of an expert. Moreover, Lin Fan's real cultivation base was concealed. When he reached the main road, it became lively. The hawkers on both sides of the street shouted louder and louder.
He did not stop but followed the main road all the way to the end. A tall stone door stood tall with the words 'Cloud Mountain Parlour' written on it. It was said that this plaque was personally written by a Golden Core expert. Low-level cultivators could not stare at it as they would feel dizzy.
He entered the stone door.
There were shops on both sides of the main road of the market. The decorations were much more grand. More than half of them had spirit gathering, defense, and other array formations.
He explored the market for sometime, in the end, he left.
He pushed open the door. Seeing the joy on his wife's face, he couldn't help but smile. The death of Wang Yun's father had left a shadow in her heart, so she was too worried about his safety.
However, Red Willow Alley was not too far from the market. As long as one did not reveal their wealth and was cautious, they would not encounter robbers under normal circumstances.
That night, his wife made a sumptuous meal.
"Husband, you've been tired for days. You need to nourish yourself." Wang Yun blushed. She was a new woman. They had a lot of sex, and she enjoyed it while worrying about her husband's special physique. Lin Fan smiled when he saw this.
At night, Lin Fan was energetic and vigorous after eating supplementary food.
Ten days later, there was a knock on the door. Lin Fan opened the door and saw an unfamiliar cultivator. He could not help but be vigilant.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, I'm He Qin, a cultivator who just moved to the nearby area. I've specially come to pay you a visit. This is a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it." As he spoke, Cultivator He handed over an exquisite jade bottle.
Lin Fan took a glance and revealed a look of surprise. "Fellow Daoist He. an alchemist?"
Inside the exquisite jade bottle were Spirit Concentration Pills. Although these pills were low-grade pills, they were not cheap either. They cost two low-grade spirit stones each. There were three in the jade bottle, which was worth six low-grade spirit stones.
It was just a visit, but he was already so generous.
"I am indeed an alchemist, but I can only refine low-grade pills." He Qin smiled and said with a hint of pride in his tone.
There are hundreds of arts in the cultivation of immortality, of which, there were pills, weapons, talisman, and arrays. The status of an alchemist was higher than that of an Artifact Master, a Talisman Master, or an Array Master.
After all, pills were a very important resource for cultivators. It could quickly increase one's realm and magic power. Dharma artifacts, talismans, and formations were only supplementary means to increase the combat power of cultivators.
"Pardon my disrespect. Fellow Daoist He, please come in." Lin Fan said politely. He Qin put on a self-righteous expression and entered the room. "This is my wife."
Lin Fan introduced Wang Yun. Then poured a cup of tea.
The two of them started chatting. After a while, He Qin stood up and bade farewell.
Lin Fan sent him out and gave him an amulet. The reason why it was a mid-grade talisman was mainly to show off his strength.
"Yun'er. Don't cultivate for now. This place is not safe. In some years, we will leave this place and go to Qingyang City. Qingyang City is super safe." Lin Fan stated.
Wang Yun nodded her head. "I'll listen to you, husband."
He Yin's visit was just a small interlude. Lin Fan quickly resumed his fulfilling cultivation life. Another ten days passed.
There was no hesitation. After lunch that day, Lin Fan went out and came to the market again.
Spring Embroidery Pavilion.
The name was a little delicate. The owner of this shop was most likely a powerful female cultivator. The shopkeeper's surname was Chen. When he saw Lin Fan, a standard smile appeared on his face.
Lin Fan did not dawdle. He directly took out fifteen mid grade talisman amulets from his system and handed them to the shopkeeper.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, as usual, these are ninety low-grade spirit stones. If you need any materials, you can buy them from the store." Shopkeeper Chen smiled warmly. At the same time, he raised his opinion of Lin Fan. To be able to make such amulets, Lin Fan should be a mid-grade Talisman Master.
Shopkeeper Chen warmly sent Lin Fan out of the shop. Once he was done, Lin Fan returned home.