Chapter 10: An Ancient Soul Living in the Modern World

Upon hearing that she would not be hunted down and would not have to live in constant fear, Yuan Qian'er finally let out a sigh of relief. "That's a relief. As long as I'm not being pursued, it's fine. Old man, how did you even get to the modern world? Is there some kind of connection between this place and the modern era?"

"You silly girl, I already told you that I inherited my master's teachings and mastered the Art of Spatial Passage. This timeline is connected to the modern world. Anyone who understands this art can travel between the two as long as they find a point where the two realms intersect," Master Taihe said, rolling his eyes as he looked at Yuan Qian'er with a look that clearly suggested she was being dense.

"So that's how it is. And yet, you heartlessly dumped me at the orphanage doorstep and left me to fend for myself! You didn't care at all. If I hadn't had such a strong will to live, I would have died long ago." Yuan Qian'er had always believed she was abandoned by her parents, never imagining that she was merely an ancient soul "stored" in the modern world.

"You brat, I didn't leave you to fend for yourself. I visited you every so often," Master Taihe protested, feeling wronged. Over the past twenty years, he had made many trips to the modern world, all just to check on her, to see if she was doing well and if she was suffering.

"Alright, alright. Since you did save my life by sending me there for refuge, I won't hold it against you. But old man, you're quite cunning, bringing modern designs here to the ancient world and building them in the depths of these remote mountains just so you can enjoy them all to yourself," Yuan Qian'er said, looking around at the house with its modern-style decor, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Mo Yiran, who had been standing by and listening quietly to their entire conversation, finally understood the sequence of events. He now knew why his master had sent him to wait for Yuan Qian'er and why the manor his master lived in was so remarkably different from others. He spoke up, "Master, it is getting late. I will take her to her room to wash up and rest. I will come to see you later."

"Go ahead."

Carrying Little White, she followed Mo Yiran to a room—or more accurately, a walk-in closet. It was filled with all sorts of clothes, rivaling the inventory of a street-side boutique. Mo Yiran said, "Qian'er, since you are here, you must follow the local customs. You cannot wear those modern clothes anymore. Surely you don't want to be called an exhibitionist again, do you?"

Mo Yiran shouldn't have brought that up. As soon as he did, Yuan Qian'er became indignant. "That old man is truly something else! If he wanted to bring me back, he could have brought me straight here instead of dumping me on the street. I ended up being called an exhibitionist by all those nosy neighbors and was almost arrested by the authorities!"

Seeing her cheeks puffed up in anger, Mo Yiran reached out and pinched them affectionately. "Master said the point of spatial intersection happened to be right there, so that was the only place you could appear. But didn't he send me to wait for you there? Don't be angry anymore. Pick out some clothes, bathe, and get some rest. Look at how exhausted you are after today's ordeal."

Yuan Qian'er did indeed feel sleepy; today had been truly draining. She had fallen from the sky, leaving her body sore and aching, been chased through the streets by a mob, and had been led by Mo Yiran to climb a mountain for half an hour. Wow, the first day of her transmigration was certainly "eventful." It seemed her future days would not be peaceful either!

"Mo Yiran, I don't understand these green things. You help me pick. I want something cool, thin, and easy to put on," Yuan Qian'er said with a lazy yawn.

"Very well, let's go with this set. The room is the second one on the right when you step out. Come along, I'll take you there." Mo Yiran handed her a set of pale purple ice-silk robes and led her to the door. "Go on in. I'm going to see Master. Get some sleep."

"Thanks! Goodnight!" After saying this, Yuan Qian'er clutched her clothes and Little White, entered the room, and closed the door. She placed Little White on the bed, grabbed her clothes, and went to the bathroom for a shower. Fortunately, the facilities here were much like those in the modern world, so she was accustomed to using them. Once clean, Yuan Qian'er climbed onto the bed, hugged Little White, and drifted into a deep sleep.