Transmigration

Furious, Taker Khan yanked Lin Huijin's hair and slapped her, but he put too much force behind the blow. When the force landed on Lin Huijin's fragile body, it was like a strong wind devastating a newly blossomed flower. The blow knocked Lin Huijin out of the carriage, causing her to fall heavily onto the hard stone road. She rolled a few times and tumbled down a slope by the roadside, her delicate figure disappearing into the rainy night.

Lin Huijin's mind began to scatter, and the pain in her body gradually faded. She didn't feel pain anymore, but then, her head suddenly hit a hard object. Fresh blood seeped through her hair, mixing with the falling rain, and trailed over the goose-warm stone. Her warm body began to cool, and her faint breathing stopped.

"Find that woman for me," Taker Khan commanded, nursing his bitten hand, fuming with rage. Damn it, why were women from the Central Plains so troublesome and hot-tempered?

A thunderbolt roared in the sky, and the cold rain fell even more urgently. Drop after drop landed on Lin Huijin's pale face. The pain, spreading throughout her body, reached every cell, every meridian. Her body, which was originally lying on the muddy ground, suddenly regained consciousness.

The pain in various parts of her body made Lin Huijin abruptly open her eyes. The sharp pain at the back of her head and on her face was especially intense, causing her to gasp. Even breathing was painful. Where was she? She had just accidentally fallen down the stairs at the hospital. Why was she here?

Lin Huijin didn't have time to think too much, a sense of heat surged from her body. It was as if a fire had started in her abdomen, spreading throughout her body. Even the cold raindrops falling on her could not alleviate the heat.

As time passed, the heat roared like a fireball within her, making her feel as though she were in a raging fire. The pain in various parts of her body was swallowed by this mysterious fire. Her thoughts became vague and chaotic. There was one thing on her mind - she desperately needed a man. Only a man could extinguish the fire within her.

Lin Huijin shook her head forcefully, trying hard to suppress this shameful thought. In a moment of clarity, she saw a row of tents in the distance. From the largest tent, a fire was visible, and it was the closest to her.

She got up, dragging her mud-covered body, and walked towards the largest tent...

"No one is allowed to approach the main tent." The man in black armor, Qian Yue, stood in the rainy night, issuing orders authoritatively.

Soon, all the soldiers around the main tent retreated. Inside the tent, a man in a dark-colored robe, wearing a silver mask, sat cross-legged, sealing all the acupoints in his body, and began to slowly heal his wounds.

Even though he was just sitting there quietly, the mighty and overbearing aura radiating from him deterred anyone from approaching.