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Transmigrated in a Hut with a Sword Saint Grandpa

She woke up in a creaky mountain hut — body aching, mind blank.
No memories. No name.
No clue how she ended up in a tiny village where spirit rabbits chewed on her boots and someone left dry cabbage hanging from the ceiling.
All she knew was this:
This body belonged to a poor, orphaned child.
And now… it belonged to her.
Before she could panic, the door opened.
A man stepped inside.
Young-looking. Elegant. A sword resting easily at his hip.
His long robes shimmered with faint spiritual light, and his presence made the air feel… heavy. Old.
But he didn’t speak like a warrior.
He spoke like someone trying not to cry.
“Child… I finally found you,” he said, his voice soft and careful.
“I’m your great-great-grandfather.”
“…HUH?!”
Turns out, Yan Zhenwu wasn’t born a legend.
He was once a mortal swordsman, wandering the world barefoot and broke. In his early years, he met a woman. Shared one quiet night beneath the stars. And moved on, never knowing he’d left behind a child.
He never found out. Not until decades — centuries — later, when a letter reached him. The parchment was old. The ink faded.
It came from his granddaughter.
She’s alone now. Please… come find her.
By then, Yan Zhenwu had already cultivated into someone feared and revered across the land. But titles and power meant nothing compared to that final request.
Now, with a heart full of guilt and a radish basket full of awkward love, he’s come to find the last of his bloodline — a great-great-granddaughter with no memories, no spiritual roots, and no idea how to survive in a world filled with qi, cultivation, and danger.