Bai Chongjiang had just received the memories and hadn't fully sorted them out yet. She only vaguely remembered that her family background was very special and that her mother had passed away.

A-Jiang asked, "We've been studying at the academy for quite some time now. Do you want to go home?"

“I haven’t seen my father, mother and brother for a long time. I miss them very much and I want to go home.”

Bai Chongjiang didn't have any brothers or sisters in her memory. No, wait, she covered her head and thought for a moment.

The original owner left home at the age of six. At that time, her mother was already seriously ill and entrusted a friend to send her to Zhaoxian Taoist Temple before she died.

Seven years have passed since then, and she has not received any letters from home, nor does she know anything about her family situation, but she believes that her father must have remarried.

What are your plans after you get home?

"Father will arrange that for me. Although my brother will inherit the family title, my mother will leave me a lot of money, and my brother will take care of me, so I can live happily." The chubby boy smiled, seemingly full of anticipation for his future.

Bai Chongjiang felt envious of this kind of life; her dream in her previous life was to be a rich, lazy bum.

"Don't you want to cultivate immortality?" Bai Chongjiang asked Little Fatty.

This is the world of cultivation. Would anyone willingly give up the path to immortality and return to be a mortal?

Upon hearing this, Ji Yi waved his hands repeatedly: "I can't, I can't. I've heard that those who can cultivate immortality are all immortals in their past lives, so they are born with excellent aptitude and can ascend to immortality without much effort in their cultivation. Look at how stupid I am, I must not have been an immortal in my past life, so even if I cultivate, it will be useless."

Having only recently inherited the original owner's memories, A-Jiang wasn't sure if what Little Fatty was saying was the rule of this world.

I have no relevant memories of it right now.

Only those born with celestial potential can cultivate?

Ah Jiang doesn't believe this is true. In the world of cultivation, the principle is that following the natural order makes one mortal, while going against it makes one immortal.

If everything is predetermined before birth, then what's the point of this world?

But everyone has their own ambitions, so Bai Chongjiang didn't say anything.

Putting yourself in her shoes, if she had Xiao Pang's family background, perhaps she would have made the same choice.

Although Ji Yi's grades weren't good, he was happy every day. There's nothing wrong with being content with what you have.

Seeing his friend's worried face, Ji Yi asked, "Ah Jiang, do you want to cultivate immortality?"

Bai Chongjiang paused for a moment. As a transmigrator, she knew that immortality could be cultivated in this world. How could she not yearn for it?

The novels and TV series depict countless scenes of flying on swords, slaying demons, enjoying the pleasures of life, and achieving immortality. Moreover, there are so many handsome men and beautiful women. From any perspective, Bai Chongjiang felt that he should not miss the opportunity to cultivate.

Moreover, she was well aware of the consequences of going back—as a useless spiritual root, she would certainly not be valued by her family, and her mother had already passed away, and her father had not appeared even once in all these years, so her family ties must be very weak, and she could not be relied upon.

Without power or support, one can only be manipulated by others.

She laughed self-deprecatingly, "If I go home, I'll probably only be able to get married."

"Then you can marry me!" the chubby boy blurted out.

Bai Chongjiang glanced at the chubby boy. In modern times, the boy would only be a middle school student, an age when he should be wearing a red scarf. It was unimaginable for him to talk about marriage.

Seeing Bai Chongjiang's gaze, the chubby boy shrank back and said with a sheepish grin, "I was just kidding, just kidding."

The chubby boy asked, "So what are you going to do?"

"I don't want to go home and live that kind of life." These were Bai Chongjiang's true feelings.

As can be seen from various novels, if she went down the mountain and returned home, what awaited her was the sky confined to the four corners of the deep courtyard.

If you're unlucky enough to marry a lecherous man, he might bring home ten or eight concubines. Or perhaps you have a childhood sweetheart with whom you share a deep and unwavering love, and the story immediately shifts to palace intrigue, where you waste your life on such matters.

Having experienced the vastness of the world, she could no longer tolerate that mundane life.