Between Two Lives – From Sheng Fang to Li Tian
Sheng Fang was twenty-nine years old.
His name never appeared on the toppers' list.
Not once.
Yet anyone who truly spoke to him knew—his knowledge was no less than a professor's.
He was an engineering student with a razor-sharp mind. Business management concepts felt natural to him. Medical pharmacy formulas were easy to remember. Agricultural seasons, crop cycles, political power games—everything made sense to him as if the world itself was an open book.
There was only one problem.
Bad luck.
Every exam—something went wrong.
Sometimes the question paper was unusually tough.
Sometimes his answer sheet went missing.
Sometimes a sudden health issue struck right before the exam.
People would whisper,
> "He studies so much… and still fails?"
But his parents were different.
"Marks are not life, son," his father would say calmly.
"Your time will come," his mother would smile, placing her warm hand on his head.
They never pressured him.
They never compared him to others.
After every failure, their support—both financial and emotional—remained the same.
Sheng Fang survived because of them.
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Then came that night.
Rain poured heavily.
A highway.
A phone call.
A car accident.
His parents were gone.
Dead on the spot.
That day, Sheng Fang was no longer just a failed student.
He became a man broken from inside.
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He stopped studying.
Exams felt pointless. Degrees felt empty. The future had no meaning.
Life became simple—survive.
For the next three years, there was no job he refused.
Food delivery boy.
Cleaning staff.
Restaurant waiter.
Construction laborer.
Work all day.
Exhaustion every night.
People would look at him and shake their heads.
> "Such potential… completely wasted."
But no one knew.
Inside his mind, the genius was still alive.
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Then came the final blow.
The hospital room was quiet when the doctor spoke softly.
"Pancreatic cancer. Late stage."
Sheng Fang just smiled.
"At least this time," he thought,
"the reason for my bad luck is clear."
Lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, he made one simple wish—
If I get another life…
I will live longer.
I will become strong.
I will write my own fate.
And then—
His breathing stopped.
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His eyes opened.
But this was not the hospital.
The room was crude. Old wooden beams crossed the ceiling. The air smelled of herbal medicine.
His hands were thin.
His body felt young.
He rushed to a mirror.
This face… was not Sheng Fang.
Memories crashed into his mind like a storm.
Li Tian. Age nineteen.
The Murim world.
Martial arts.
Sects.
Power struggles.
The Tian family—once a respected merchant family—now bankrupt.
Drowning in debt.
Living in humiliation.
No stable future.
Sheng Fang—now Li Tian—slowly sat up.
"Murim world…" he whispered.
"Martial arts, sects, power games… interesting."
But this was not a hero's easy rebirth.
No powerful clan backing him.
No mysterious system.
No hidden treasure.
Just a fallen merchant family.
And a young boy the world considered weak.
Li Tian clenched his fist tightly.
"In my previous life, I was a victim of bad luck," he thought.
"This time… I will live with preparation and intelligence."
He had no cultivation experience.
But he carried something far more valuable—
Knowledge.
A treasury built from years of study and struggle.
With business sense, he could stabilize the family.
With medical knowledge, he could create herbs and medicines.
With agricultural understanding, he could improve food security.
With political insight, he could read future power games.
And most importantly—
This time, he had a reason to live.
"I will live long," Li Tian said quietly.
"Not just to survive… but to break my fate."
In the Murim world,
inside the house of a fallen merchant family,
a new story had begun.
And this time—
He would be the one
who defeats bad luck.