Slag Shou Cultivating Manual - Chapter 25

When He Lang opened his eyes, he saw a pure white ceiling. Looking around, he noticed unfamiliar objects in this entirely new and strange world, which was quite disorienting for him.

He moved his body and discovered he was now a child of only a few years old. His hands were tender, white, and slightly chubby. He pinched them and found them smooth and soft.

He had long forgotten the feeling of being a child. A new sense of novelty surged within him as he tried to familiarize himself with this new body.

He sat up, patted the mattress, and found it to be very soft and comfortable. There was also a peculiar cabinet beside him and a transparent cup. He picked it up and took a sip of water, thinking it might be made of transparent ceramic because it produced a crisp sound when tapped.

He Lang was lying on an entirely white bed and noticed a protruding button beside him. Curious, he pressed it.

Immediately, two uniformed individuals rushed in, showing concern as they approached him, asking urgently, “Young Master? Young Master, what’s wrong?”

The appearance of these oddly dressed people made He Lang draw back, clutching the blanket and cautiously shaking his head, “I’m fine.”

Soon, a stately lady arrived, walking briskly to his side upon the servants’ call.

He Lang felt a bit shy and looked away, thinking how short the women’s dresses were in this world, revealing their calves.

Seeing the usually lively child not speaking and appearing deep in thought, Song Qinglian worriedly sat by the bed and gently patted his head.

He Lang did not refuse. The gentle aura and care she showed indicated that she was his mother, so he relaxed a bit, leaning into her hand, feeling a warmth he hadn’t experienced since his mother had passed away.

Though he didn’t understand some words, he gathered from the supposed servants and this new mother that his identity was quite distinguished, likely from a wealthy family, hence being called “Young Master.” Their treatment of him suggested he was greatly cherished and had his every wish fulfilled.

It was said that he had fallen from a swing at a playground while playing recklessly and ignoring the servants’ warnings, resulting in a mild concussion.

He understood the situation roughly, though he still needed to grasp other things and terms.

Before getting accustomed to the environment, He Lang dared not make hasty movements. Fortunately, being a three-year-old child, the expectations for his behavior and actions were naturally lower. Even if he made mistakes or acted oddly, adults would tolerate it.

“Lang Lang, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Seeing him silent and even appearing deep in thought, Song Qinglian asked with concern.

He Lang glanced up at the well-groomed woman. Her concerned tone and nickname seemed familiar, revealing that his name had not changed much, still containing “Lang.”

The woman appeared to care deeply for him, her gentle eyes seeming to accept him fully. He gradually relaxed, managing a bright smile. However, when he spoke, his voice was still unusually childish, causing He Lang to cough awkwardly.

“Mother, I am healed.”

“Ah? Oh, good.” Song Qinglian paused, then responded, thinking that the child might have watched too many historical dramas, making his speech sound like someone from ancient times. She turned and glared at the servants, instructing, “Don’t let the baby watch so many TV dramas in the future!”

The two servants looked at each other, puzzled, and eventually nodded.

Since he was fine, he was soon taken back home, familiarizing himself with his living environment and gradually learning more about his situation.

In this world, his name was Jiang Langmin. He was the family’s treasure, with complete and wealthy parents. He could be said to have been born with a silver spoon, living a carefree life.

At just three years old, Jiang Langmin was as cute as a doll, with a round face, a slightly pointed chin, and delicate features that gave him a charming, angelic look. Even if he played pranks, no one would have the heart to scold him.

Being so pampered for the first time, his mindset relaxed. It seemed that no matter how odd his behavior was, it was considered innocent and childlike. He even heard himself referred to as a mischievous little devil.

He found this role quite intriguing. In his past life, his counterpart resembled such a character. Now that the roles had reversed, he had the opportunity to experience the carefree and indulgent side of life.

In reality, who doesn’t yearn for a carefree life? Yet, due to various concerns and the reality of life, everyone adapts to the persona they need to fit.

In his subsequent life, He Lang discovered his own long-suppressed, mischievous side. He began to adapt to this new world and tried to remain innocent and true to his new body.

Whenever the servants bathed him or prepared meals, he observed quietly, learning how to navigate this new world.

He found this world truly amazing, with incredibly fast transportation, various convenient tools, and small devices that allowed long-distance communication. Even the lifestyle and structure were completely different from what he had known before.

However, the servants who cared for him noticed his unusual behavior and would sometimes discuss it in their spare time. “Could the young master have injured his brain? He hasn’t spoken a word for a long time. He used to be so lively. I gave him a ball he didn’t like, and he didn’t get angry. Instead, he just took it and looked at it with a strange expression.”

He Lang pulled at the corner of his mouth, looked at the toy-like objects in the large box, and eagerly reached out for them. He then threw the ball aside with evident disgust.

The servants immediately stopped gossiping, picked up the ball, and surrounded him, offering various toys. “Young Master, don’t be anxious—.”

He Lang continued to create a commotion for a while, and the servants quickly returned to their usual attentiveness.

He Lang took a sip of water and deliberately spilled some on his collar, so someone had to clean him up and change his clothes.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead secretly, realizing that being a child was quite exhausting too.

There was a noise at the door; Song Qinglian had just returned home. She took off her high heels, and the servants helped her remove her coat and heavy jewelry. Exhausted, she walked over to He Lang, who was playing with toys, and informed him that an older brother would be coming soon to keep him company.

He Lang expressed great interest and immediately continued to ask questions.

Song Qinglian affectionately patted his fluffy head but rolled her eyes in exasperation, “It’s still your father, who, overwhelmed by his kindness, decided to adopt the son of an old friend.”

So, this person who was about to arrive would be living under the same roof with him for a long time?

He Lang’s mind raced, and he forced a sweet smile, “Mother, what’s his name?”

Song Qinglian was accustomed to the way her child spoke and didn’t say much more. Though she had a bad temper, she was always very patient with her child. “Hmm, let me think… Jiang something, oh, Jiang Jingda. He has the same surname as you, so your father felt soft-hearted.”

The name made the manual in He Lang’s pocket twitch. He immediately realized something, making a fuss about being tired and wanting to go to his room to sleep, forbidding his mother from coming in. He then sneakily glanced at the newly appeared name in the manual—Jiang Jingda.

The manual’s instructions remained concise, providing only a name and no further hints. He Lang lowered his head, carefully tracing the name, and began to think about how to get along with this person.

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In the car, a child around seven or eight years old sat perfectly still, showing an unusual seriousness and lifelessness for his age.

Jiang Jingda fidgeted nervously, looking out at the finely manicured greenery passing by like a flipbook.

His parents had been deceased for some time, and he had been forced into an orphanage. Fortunately, a friend of his father’s had decided to adopt him. As he sat in the car that had come to pick him up, Jiang Jingda leaned against the car window, waiting blankly for his future.

The car slowly stopped in front of a white villa. The person in the front seat got out to open the door for him without a word.

He didn’t pay much attention, carefully stepping out of the car and cautiously following the steps of the people around him into what might be called his new home.

When the heavy, luxurious door opened, he was greeted not only by bright lights and impressive furnishings but also by a figure being chased by the servants.

“Be careful, Young Master!” a woman in an apron chased after He Lang, who was sliding on a skateboard.

Jiang Jingda stood stunned, his body stiff, his gaze involuntarily fixed on the child.

The child had some stray hair damply stuck to his forehead. His eyes, which curved into a small smile, were like a shimmering galaxy, captivating and full of vitality. Just one look made him irresistibly fond of the child.

The child, perhaps unfamiliar with the skateboard, wobbled and swayed, almost losing balance. Jiang Jingda’s heart tightened slightly, afraid he would fall.

Instinctively, he took a step forward, spreading his arms to catch him. To his surprise, the child, like a little angel, happened to glide directly towards him, colliding into his embrace. He held the child tightly.

Soft, warm, and delightful—this sensation reached deep into his heart.