The Day I Died in Dream of the Red Chamber

As he faced the final lightning strike of his tribulation, a dark golden bolt shattered seven layers of protective spiritual light. He Shihuan, a great cultivator who had practiced for five hundred years, opened his eyes and found himself in Lin Daiyu's body, just as she was about to be manipulated by Zhou Rui's wife with a wilted flower. The original Lin Daiyu's meek kindness had earned her a reputation for being mean. The servants treated her according to her standing, her adoptive mother kept her at a distance in secret, and Concubine Zhao came by with pastries, hoping to watch the drama unfold. Even Baoyu could easily tell that someone else had taken over her body. How could a great cultivator who had slain demons and monsters and seen through countless hearts let others push him around? Zhou Rui's wife tried to slight her by choosing the order in which the flowers were delivered? Without throwing a tantrum or shedding a tear, a few gentle words about the rules of rank and propriety let her put the servants in their place in front of Lady Jia and win back her dignity. Concubine Zhao feigned sympathy to get her to take sides? He pretended to open his heart, then turned the tables by pointing out what was at stake, leaving her with a pastry in her mouth and no way to complain. But the trouble went far beyond the household's intrigues. This body had a defective, empty spiritual root, was constitutionally weak, and had a short lifespan. The vast world of the Red Chamber had not a trace of spiritual energy, his cultivation was gone, and the road back to ascension seemed bleak. Baoyu noticed the drastic change in her temperament and stuck close, testing her at every turn. Madam Wang was secretly wary and laid obstacles in her way. Everyone in the Grand View Garden had their own agenda, and every step was a trap. The world pitied Daiyu for being so sensitive and sorrowful, never realizing that beneath the Xiang Bamboo stood a---seasoned old fox