Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1586 - 868: Uncontrollable Person

In the perception of certain passengers at this moment, Jiang Ning comes across as a radical individual, with individuals throwing sporadic looks in his direction but lacking the courage to meet his eyes head-on.

Jiang Ning disregarded these self-proclaimed 'Saints,' tilting his head upward to inspect the overhead luggage area.

With the New Year festivities underway, countless folks head back home loaded with hefty bags and assorted parcels. Since Jiang Ning and his group showed up tardily, the storage spaces up top were entirely occupied.

Under such conditions, travelers had to stash their belongings either at the junction linking two carriages or in the spot right behind the final row of seats within the compartment.

Jiang Ning extended his Divine Sense across those zones, finding them packed to capacity.

In light of this, the only option for the suitcase was to rest it in front of his seating spot, which took up precious legroom, forcing him to huddle with bent knees in a most awkward position.

The kind-hearted old woman who had earlier attempted to counsel him was now sharing knowing looks with nearby folks, murmuring among themselves and shooting periodic glances at Jiang Ning, clearly gossiping about him out of his earshot.

The high-speed rail forms a sealed space; should one bump into an irritating person outdoors, it's easy to just pivot and leave, but aboard the train, that's impossible. Regardless of the discomfort, everyone has to endure until arrival.

The old woman opted to pass the time through idle chatter.

Amid the hushed atmosphere of the carriage, Jiang Ning abruptly voiced: "Whose large red suitcase is that? It's positioned all wrong. It's unstable, so I'm removing it."

At once, a minor stir erupted, and the old woman, who had been nonchalant at first, exploded like a startled boar upon sensing her own stake, her retorts bursting forth rapidly: "My suitcase is set just right, what's the issue with it?"

Jiang Ning: "Heh, Granny, have you checked on your eyesight all these years? Are you sightless?"

This refined old lady nearly lost her composure: "The crew hasn't complained, so what makes you chatter?"

Jiang Ning kept his face impassive, turning to the other riders in the compartment: "I claim this suitcase is stowed improperly—who among you objects?"

A majority had backed Jiang Ning's handling of the pregnant lady earlier, whereas the few dissenters, those virtuous 'Saints,' held their tongues out of fear.

The old woman became flustered and sought aid from the helpful uncle: "Hurry, back me up here!"

This uncle's ethical boundaries stretched quite elastically.

Earlier, during the pregnant woman's seat-snatching, he had piped up to gain favor. Yet as Jiang Ning proved his mettle, the uncle zipped his mouth shut.

It was the 29th of the lunar month tonight, and he itched to get home for the celebrations. Would any mishap let him enjoy the New Year?

The uncle, wearing a grimace of hesitation, started to coax: "Sis, New Year's almost here, we're all on the move..."

A sharp sting hit the old woman's chest.

Jiang Ning yanked the large red suitcase down and slotted Pei Yujing's in its place on the rack.

The defeated old woman spat resentfully: "I've got your number now—you're utterly lacking in decorum!"

Jiang Ning: "Decorum is meant for human eyes, not for showboating to canines."

"Oh yeah, you should quit yapping, or I might actually strike you." Jiang Ning cracked his knuckles audibly.

Startled, the old woman swiftly shuffled away.

With Pei Yujing's suitcase secured, Jiang Ning unzipped his backpack, fished out a sack, sealed it again, and continued eyeing the overhead storage.

The surrounding spectators morphed into pupils dodging a teacher's summons, ducking their heads to steer clear of involvement.

Jiang Ning methodically surveyed for several seconds before reaching up to haul down a bulky bag.

The helpful uncle forced a grin, pleading softly: "Young man, my bag didn't cross you, did it?"

Jiang Ning: "Oh, even the kid's dad doesn't mind—why are you fretting?"

The uncle's complexion shifted through various shades swiftly.

Jiang Ning spun about, without glancing back at the rack, and flung the backpack over his shoulder—it slotted perfectly into the gap.

"That's so awesome!" came an excited squeal from a nearby girl's seat.

With everything handled, Jiang Ning at last claimed his spot.

Right then, he reigned as the unchallenged ruler of the carriage.

Pei Yujing, having observed the entire scene from wide-eyed surprise and bewilderment to resignation, ultimately surrendered to the reality.

She slumped motionless in her chair, knees pressed close, remaining utterly silent.

Though Jiang Ning had cleared away her predicament, settling in brought no thanks—just quietude.

Jiang Ning sensed profound tedium. Were it Tongtong, her face would beam with a radiant grin toward him.

If the twins were present, they'd praise his power and virility without doubt.

Should it be Bai Yuxia, she'd ponder strategies for cleanup and averting fallout.

If Geng Lu, they'd battle as allies.

Yet Pei Yujing alone, be it in a former life or now, acted like a lifeless soul, as though the recent events bypassed her entirely.

Jiang Ning deemed her terribly monotonous and dismissed any further interest.

The train lurched forward, resembling a metallic serpent slicing the tranquil evening heavens. Jiang Ning reclined by the glass, observing the mounting speed that hurled shadows astern.

After wrestling inwardly for ages, Pei Yujing murmured: "Thank you."

Jiang Ning showed no reaction: "What was that? I'm hard of hearing, didn't catch it."

Pei Yujing whipped out her device and keyed a message: "Thank you."

Jiang Ning: "Heh, I figured you'd think my actions were improper."

From her prior existence onward, Pei Yujing embodied passive acceptance. Without Jiang Ning's intervention today, she'd have endured standing the full two hours.

She appeared incapable of outright refusal.

Pei Yujing tapped into her digital notepad: "No, that's not it."

Jiang Ning: "Tell me, face a like scenario again—what's your move?"

Pei Yujing replied swiftly, sans pause: "I won't take the seat."

Jiang Ning burst into chuckles.

True enough, she remained unaltered.

Much as in their previous life, they stood as polar opposites.

The Jiang Ning from before was profoundly average. Hampered by his origins and formative hardships, he carried heavy pessimism, insecurity gnawed at him, he tumbled into moody spells frequently, and while he craved transformation, impotence always prevailed.