Something Is Wrong with My Ancestors

I accidentally traveled to an imaginary spring and autumn period, and awakened the only golden finger: restricted rebirth. You cannot go back, you cannot live forever, you can only be reborn into your descendants four generations later. Starting from a commoner, I have lived for more than ten generations: A middle peasant in the Spring and Autumn Period, a small soldier in the Yong Kingdom, the leader of the Qin Dynasty and Guizhou, a landowner in the Han Dynasty, a filial piety and integrity in the prosperous age, a famous family, a famous border general, a marquis and a noble, a wealthy businessman, a literary scholar, a hermit in the mountains, an emperor's schemer... One identity for one life, one person for one life. I don't want to become an immortal, I don't fight for hegemony, I don't want a harem, I just quietly settle down, build a career, and pass on family tradition. Later generations were frightened when they looked up the genealogy: Something's wrong! My ancestors grew up from commoners to princes. He succeeds in whatever he does, and has his own opinions from generation to generation. Even emperors, princesses, great scholars, and famous generals all praise him for "the style of honoring his ancestors"! Others' ancestors are tablets; My ancestors are thousands of years of legend hidden in the family tree. Descendants: Ancestor, how much identity do you still have? ! Me: Keep a low profile, I just lived eighteen more generations.