Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 1: Reincarnated as a Ghost?

In this boundless, lightless stillness, Lin Yu’s consciousness had drifted for nearly five hundred years. Should he make that choice? The thought, like a cluster of faint flame, flickered in the endless darkness.

Memories surged and dragged him back to the moment he first arrived in this realm.

Back then, he was nothing but a lone wisp of a soul, exposed naked under a hostile sun. Sunshine was no longer warmth but a scorching poison that burned spirit, every ray bringing tearing agony, his soul-body on the verge of dissipating. In the brink-of-collapse despair, he fled frantically on instinct, and smashed into a place that felt safe.

His consciousness sank into it: a tiny storage world, scattered with jars and objects. His taut nerves suddenly relaxed, and the endless black swallowed him, plunging his awareness into total interruption.

He woke slowly after an unknown span of time.

Still groggy, a fragment of nightmare clung to him—the tattered battle banner whipping in a fierce wind, the battlefield strewn with corpses like spilled ink. A blood-soaked Taoist in cyan robes, face contorted, eyes burning with resolve and madness.

He clutched an archaic ring tight, then shoved it violently into his cracked chest, his scream seeming to pierce time: “Seal this demonic artifact with my soul! Let it sink for ten thousand generations!”

A hangover-like headache made Lin Yu reach out habitually for the phone on his bedside to check the time.

His fingertips touched nothing but void and cold.

He shot his eyes open. There was no familiar ceiling, only unchanging gloom. He finally took in his surroundings: dozens of sealed pill bottles, a pile of strange ores, and several stacks of yellowed talismans scattered nearby.His brain crashed instantly. A second ago he had been in a brightly lit office, hunched over a computer screen, tearing his hair out over a client’s blueprints.

How did he end up here?

An absurd yet singular thought detonated in his mind: I... transmigrated?

The dead silence stretched on, until Lin Yu numbly accepted reality.

He had transmigrated.

pitch-black void, he could

no golden finger, not even a living body granted to him—fate had treated him brutally. He roared in silence, questioning the absurdity: why did he

stranger, he faintly felt an invisible restraint wrapped around his soul, like cold thorns that brought stinging pain. The

a ghost, helplessly observing. This space spat out and swallowed items at random—sometimes a razor-sharp sword, sometimes a pile of spirit-rich pills. They appeared and

and he could move freely within that tiny world. An unprecedented sense of power grew and surged through his illusionary limbs and

“go out” came with agonizing burns from the outside sun, pain as if his soul

flashed through Lin Yu’s mind: perhaps he could cling

move finally let him glimpse the outside world and hear

thought, he froze. A novel sense of control rose up, as if

was like a Trojan horse virus: parasitic in the ring, yet possessing independent will, completely free from its

deep within the ring’s inner wall the

in the ghostlight of the

life,” he realized with a start: damn, this remnant soul of his had drifted here for almost sixty years plus half a cycle! What

long four centuries, the ring had changed hands no

owner made his soul-flame

too well the nature of cultivators who held precious treasures. Possessiveness? It was embedded in their bones. A ring with

was like finding

would be ninety-nine to one—silence him! Or worse, drag him out to be used as a component for alchemy or forging.

ring, making himself thinner than air, quieter than stone. He watched coldly as six

thinking he had discovered an ancient treasure. The next day, while showing off at the market, a jealous wandering cultivator smacked him in the back of the head with a club. Before

wealth, the ancients weren’t lying.” Just as the youth died and the ring changed hands, the thorny restraint around Lin Yu’s soul trembled, and a cold breath was sucked away. He stared at the inner wall and saw a

a lifeline, muttering to it daily, praying for an old master to teach

soul: “This host’s mental fortitude is no good, too dependent on objects, dies too easily.” As the wandering cultivator’s soul vanished, another blood streak quietly formed beside the first, the chill

was a ruthless female demonic cultivator. After getting the ring she grew paranoid, feeling something watching her, and tossed it into a smelting furnace to try

Yu’s heart still skipped: “That chick’s dangerous!” At the moment the flames consumed her,

righteous old scholar who tried every purification charm to cleanse the “evil spirit” in the ring, driving Lin Yu to distraction. While studying an ancient evil formation, he inadvertently triggered counterblow and was “purified” into a wisp of