Reincarnated into Xianxia with no cheat skills, please send help!

Dying in my sleep wasn't the way I believed I'd go. Normally, thoughts of me perishing in a fire or possibly fighting off a drunk attacker, whilst saving the hot girl like a white knight and getting comforted on my last breaths were in my head when I daydreamed. Compared to that, natural causes seem mundane - almost painfully so - really.

Perhaps, Truck-Kun was busily Isekai'ing off some other random person that he gave me the less bitter death? Sure, I still got the same deal out of it, reincarnating in some random medieval world with barely any clue as to where I was, much less when.

My only saving grace was the fact that my new parents enjoyed being hands-on, especially my mom, Fang Xiang, who loved to teach me from what little books we had, which checked out for the period, considering from my observations that the material was likely animal skin, crafted into thin delicate pages.

My father, He Gang, however, was every bit of a man that I did not expect him to be. Whenever he came back from the local hunting expedition as is his job, it wouldn't take long before I was flung in the air or vomited out my chewed food because of the mentally draining, yet exciting 'play time' we had. If he didn't get scolded or sometimes rarely beaten up by my mother, then he would have killed me in childhood accidentally. Death by snu-snu should be the only option! Not by smothering my face on my pop's pecs!

Luckily, I lived past those first few traumatic years and decided to do what any rational reincarnated person should. A training montage. After all, if those protagonists in those fanfics could train the moment they got out of the womb, why couldn't I?

~A Few Moments Later~

…Lies. Lies I say. Whoever spouted those faulty statements about training like Saitama to become the strongest before puberty deceived me. Ouch! I zoned out of my internal rant to stare at the precisely piercing gaze of my mother, who flicked her finger on my miniature forehead.

"Now, Fang Deming, would you like to explain why you were doing push-ups with a small boulder strapped to your back?" Oh no. Not that tone. Squirming under her inquisitive eyes, I pondered on an excuse. I couldn't just tell her I was training to be the greatest there ever was. That would lead to an early death via ear pinching or worse, the dreaded cheek mushing. Come on. Think of something, I've already suffered humiliation from my last life's childhood, and this one can't be the same.

"Um, well I was just following something Dad did with his friends," I threw my old man under the bus, as politicians did with their promises. "Yeah, I thought it was cool, so I copied it, but I really didn't think it would be so hard!" I sniffed at the last word, garnering sympathy as an unholy light passed through my mother's eyes, and a sharp smile adorned her face. I shivered invisibly, saluting my heroic parent for taking my blame. Heavens bless his poor soul.

"Ah, I see." She gave me a head pat, which I huffed about, but leaned in. Best enjoy them whilst I can, since my dad's going to give me a whooping later for this betrayal. "Well, you stay here at home and rest, I need to go collect some groceries, be good, okay?" I nodded obediently, as Mother swiftly left, both going to do her daily chores and probably gossiping with the local community of fellow Mothers to chat up on all the juicy details she missed out on. Sigh, talk about a close call.

Peeking out of the window ledge, and seeing no one within sight, I jump out ready to leave behind that terrible 'training montage' and go onto newer and better heights. Moreover, villages have massive amounts of spare land, so my backyard is prime real estate, technically meaning that I'm not disobeying Mom's orders to stay put. Every kid needs to stretch their legs in the sun sometimes.

Previously, I'd established a little mancave under a wise old oak tree in greener pastures. A nice tranquil place to hang out and relax beneath the maturing sun. Reaching the location took a few twists and turns around the adjacent forest, one that appropriated a solid five minutes of time to arrive to. Lying down, I rest my back against the bark of the tree and let the shade cover me, as I close my eyes. Hmm, this is life.

"Excuse me, child." Uh, great, what is it now? I open a single eyelid – Holy shit! Flying man on a sword! My eyes bulge out of my sockets, as the aerial stranger descends on their humongous white hovering blade. "Ha. That is quite the normal reaction to seeing me. Especially in the Mortal World. But less of that, can you take me to your leader?" the inhumanely handsome man requested, smiling to display pearly white teeth which dazzle within the sunlight. However, I wasn't concerned with that.

Shit. I didn't get Isekai'd into a medieval world. I got sent into a Xianixia world. I'm in Hell. Someone save me. Please…