Translator: Kippya Translations
_________________________________________________________________________________At last, he turned his gaze to the ring on his hand because of the previous sensation of it sucking something out of him in the instant before the rag had appeared. It had drained his already weak condition and left him feeling empty and depleted.
Could this thing have been sucking my blood?!
"Senior brother, Master said, 'The revitalization of the sect is in your hands now. '"
Ye Wen had mixed feelings, mostly because the words felt familiar to him. But before he could react, his stunning beauty of a junior sister threw down a demand that made his jaw drop.
" If you can't do it, then just hurry up and pass the sect leader's position to me!" With that, she picked up the empty bowl and turned to walk out of the room.
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_________________________________________________________________________________At last, he turned his gaze to the ring on his hand because of the previous sensation of it sucking something out of him in the instant before the rag had appeared. It had drained his already weak condition and left him feeling empty and depleted.
Could this thing have been sucking my blood?!
Ye Wen, who had already lost his life once – (Author’s note: How else could his soul have transmigrated? He would have transmigrated with his body otherwise…)—took his second chance at life very seriously and this unknown entity made him fear for his life.
Most likely, he would only think of the rag when he was assured that his life was no longer in danger.
Ye Wen plucked the ring off his finger and carefully examined the skin where it had sat but didn't find anything out of the ordinary, even a pinprick where the ring could have drawn blood. Neither did he see any needle-like apparatus which could have drawn blood when he examined the inside of the ring.
The lack of anything suspicious, at least on the surface, gave Ye Wen some relief and he put the ring back on. Only now did he turn his attention to the rag that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Perhaps fate had decreed that Ye Wen wouldn't be able to examine the rag today because the door to his small room swung open just as he put on the ring.
The beauty in traditional Chinese robes whom he'd glimpsed during the short period of consciousness before blacking out again walked in with a bowl of medicine, distinguishable by the cloying smell that wafted into the room and made Ye Wen scrunch up his nose.
Similarly frowning was the lady who’d just walked in, perhaps because she hadn't thought that her senior brother would have recovered so much that he could walk around so soon after his injury. Other than the dissatisfaction that her senior brother wasn't taking care of himself, she was also a wee bit surprised.
"Senior brother, you haven't recovered fully yet. How can you just get down and start walking like that? What if your injury gets aggravated?!”
“It's alright, it doesn't feel as if anything's wrong...” Ye Wen wanted to stretch his arms and legs to show her that there was nothing was wrong with him, but his body chose that moment to stop cooperating and an excruciating pain in his chest made him break out into a cold sweat.
Seeing that, the lady clad in traditional Chinese robes sighed in exasperation and helped Ye Wen back onto the couch.
“Senior brother, when Zhang De hit you in the chest that day, your internal organs were injured. Even though your injuries weren't fatal, you will still need to take proper care of yourself to recover properly and prevent your injuries from developing into chronic problems.
She pressed the bowl of medicine into Ye Wen's hand as she spoke and ordered him to drink it while explaining about his injuries. “What's more, the doctor found another wound at the back of your head. Maybe it hit something when you flew out from the impact of Zhang De's blow. The doctor told me to ask you when you woke up—is your head alright?
Ye Wen pinched his nose as he swallowed the bitter medicine while trying to figure out his current situation.
Ye Wen had transmigrated into either ancient China or a place very similar to it while the lady in front of him was most likely from the same sect and his junior sister at that.
However, their exchange told him that his junior sister wasn't very fond of him; this was clear from the way that she brought up the beating which this body had endured without a care for his feelings.
“It looks as if this body hadn't done well in the sect... I wonder if its Master will stand up for me?”
At this point, Ye Wen thought that he should try to find out more about the body's identity and its sect.
“It's nothing much, but there are a lot of holes in my memory... Junior sister, where are we now? Are we back in our sect?”
The face of the woman standing before him clouded over. The gaze she cast at him made him squeam and wonder what he'd said wrong. "Did I say something wrong?"
"Senior brother, did you forget that when you lost the match, our sect was dissolved as well?!" she exclaimed with a vexed expression. Her white, slender hands were still held in the same position in front of her, but her fingers had clenched into fists and cracked in a way that made chills run up Ye Wen's spine; the rage clearly suppressed within her fists spoke louder than words.
"Why did the sect dissolve when I lost a match?" Ye Wen couldn't wrap his mind around it and still didn't understand what losing his match had to do with the sect dissolving.
Could it be...
The lady's face filled with surprise at Ye Wen's question, so much so that even the terrible anger in her face disappeared. "Senior brother, have you forgotten that you're the seventh generation sect leader?!"
"T-the sect leader?!"
Ye Wen's face flushed angrily. The possibility had flashed through his mind, but he hadn't thought that it was the truth.
Ye Wen's reaction convinced his junior sister that he wasn't faking it and she was finally certain that her senior brother's injuries had been so severe that part of his soul had wandered off. "Senior brother, do you still remember who you are?"
“I... " Ye Wen glanced at the lady before him. He knew nothing besides what she had told him, only that he was the sect leader and that she was his body's junior sister. He didn't even know his new body's name!
Dammit! Why couldn't I have received this body's memories when I transmigrated?!
Ye Wen grumbled inside as he smiled bitterly and asked, "Who am I?"
The lady's face grew sorrowful, but the grief that stabbed inside her was far worse. Despite that, she could only force a smile onto her face and answer him when she remembered her deceased Master's dying wishes. "Senior brother, the two of us are all that is left of our sect, and Master passed the sect leader's position to you before he passed away just a month ago. Do you remember any of this?"
Ye Wen pretended to be deep in thought before firmly shaking his head.
The lady took a deep breath. “Then do you still remember me? I'm Ning, your Junior Sister Ning!"
"Ning?!"
Her name came to Ye Wen like a bolt from the blue; his head spun and he nearly passed out from the shock, all from the terrible notion that passed his mind when he put together all the information that his Junior Sister Ning had given him.
There are only two people left in the sect; I'm the sect leader and she's my junior sister whose surname is Ning...
"My surname isn't 'Yue', is it?"
Ye Wen asked. It looked as if he might burst into tears. He had remembered a novel in which a sect leader had castrated himself to practice a powerful martial art, all to revitalize his sect. Ye Wen hoped against hope that he hadn't transmigrated into that scenario.
Thankfully, Junior Sister Ning just looked and him quizzically and replied, "Yue? Senior brother, your surname is Ye. Like me, you're an orphan whom Master brought home from the foot of the mountain. Master gave you the name 'Wen' which means literature because you've always liked reading."
"Ye Wen?!" he squawked his name. He hadn't expected to have transmigrated into the body of someone with the same name. Their personalities and experiences looked to be as different as night and day, however, and who knew whether it was his luck or misfortune that he had transmigrated into this body?
"Junior Sister Ning, may I know your full name?"
Since he'd already pretended to have holes in his memory, Ye Wen had no qualms about pretending to have lost it entirely. After all, if he knew nothing, it wouldn't look suspicious when he asked any questions.
" My surname is Ning, and m-my first name is Ruxue!" Ning Ruxue seemed to remember something that reduced her brusqueness to a girl-next-door type of shyness as she disclosed her name.
Ye Wen assumed that her shyness was because women in ancient times never disclosed their names to others, not knowing that Ning Ruxue had always been brisk in her carriage and demeanor, unfettered by the norms of her sex. The only reason she'd found it difficult to spit out her name was because she’d remembered that it was Ye Wen who had chosen the name for her! (Author's note: the books her deceased senior brother had read hadn't gone to waste!)
However, this had all happened in the past. Not knowing about it, Ye Wen didn't find it strange, and Ning Ruxue quickly put it aside and put her attention to telling her senior brother all about their current situation.
Ye Wen quickly grasped his current circumstances.
His new body's Master had passed away just a month ago, the name of their sect was the Shushan Sect, and he was the sect leader - - or at least, he had been the sect leader up until he'd dissolved the sect and lost their home base and territory when he had lost the match two days ago. Also, the whole sect had only two disciples: him… and the junior sister in front of him.
Most likely, he would only think of the rag when he was assured that his life was no longer in danger.
Ye Wen plucked the ring off his finger and carefully examined the skin where it had sat but didn't find anything out of the ordinary, even a pinprick where the ring could have drawn blood. Neither did he see any needle-like apparatus which could have drawn blood when he examined the inside of the ring.
The lack of anything suspicious, at least on the surface, gave Ye Wen some relief and he put the ring back on. Only now did he turn his attention to the rag that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Perhaps fate had decreed that Ye Wen wouldn't be able to examine the rag today because the door to his small room swung open just as he put on the ring.
The beauty in traditional Chinese robes whom he'd glimpsed during the short period of consciousness before blacking out again walked in with a bowl of medicine, distinguishable by the cloying smell that wafted into the room and made Ye Wen scrunch up his nose.
Similarly frowning was the lady who’d just walked in, perhaps because she hadn't thought that her senior brother would have recovered so much that he could walk around so soon after his injury. Other than the dissatisfaction that her senior brother wasn't taking care of himself, she was also a wee bit surprised.
"Senior brother, you haven't recovered fully yet. How can you just get down and start walking like that? What if your injury gets aggravated?!”
“It's alright, it doesn't feel as if anything's wrong...” Ye Wen wanted to stretch his arms and legs to show her that there was nothing was wrong with him, but his body chose that moment to stop cooperating and an excruciating pain in his chest made him break out into a cold sweat.
Seeing that, the lady clad in traditional Chinese robes sighed in exasperation and helped Ye Wen back onto the couch.
“Senior brother, when Zhang De hit you in the chest that day, your internal organs were injured. Even though your injuries weren't fatal, you will still need to take proper care of yourself to recover properly and prevent your injuries from developing into chronic problems.
She pressed the bowl of medicine into Ye Wen's hand as she spoke and ordered him to drink it while explaining about his injuries. “What's more, the doctor found another wound at the back of your head. Maybe it hit something when you flew out from the impact of Zhang De's blow. The doctor told me to ask you when you woke up—is your head alright?
Ye Wen pinched his nose as he swallowed the bitter medicine while trying to figure out his current situation.
Ye Wen had transmigrated into either ancient China or a place very similar to it while the lady in front of him was most likely from the same sect and his junior sister at that.
However, their exchange told him that his junior sister wasn't very fond of him; this was clear from the way that she brought up the beating which this body had endured without a care for his feelings.
“It looks as if this body hadn't done well in the sect... I wonder if its Master will stand up for me?”
At this point, Ye Wen thought that he should try to find out more about the body's identity and its sect.
“It's nothing much, but there are a lot of holes in my memory... Junior sister, where are we now? Are we back in our sect?”
The face of the woman standing before him clouded over. The gaze she cast at him made him squeam and wonder what he'd said wrong. "Did I say something wrong?"
"Senior brother, did you forget that when you lost the match, our sect was dissolved as well?!" she exclaimed with a vexed expression. Her white, slender hands were still held in the same position in front of her, but her fingers had clenched into fists and cracked in a way that made chills run up Ye Wen's spine; the rage clearly suppressed within her fists spoke louder than words.
"Why did the sect dissolve when I lost a match?" Ye Wen couldn't wrap his mind around it and still didn't understand what losing his match had to do with the sect dissolving.
Could it be...
The lady's face filled with surprise at Ye Wen's question, so much so that even the terrible anger in her face disappeared. "Senior brother, have you forgotten that you're the seventh generation sect leader?!"
"T-the sect leader?!"
Ye Wen's face flushed angrily. The possibility had flashed through his mind, but he hadn't thought that it was the truth.
Ye Wen's reaction convinced his junior sister that he wasn't faking it and she was finally certain that her senior brother's injuries had been so severe that part of his soul had wandered off. "Senior brother, do you still remember who you are?"
“I... " Ye Wen glanced at the lady before him. He knew nothing besides what she had told him, only that he was the sect leader and that she was his body's junior sister. He didn't even know his new body's name!
Dammit! Why couldn't I have received this body's memories when I transmigrated?!
Ye Wen grumbled inside as he smiled bitterly and asked, "Who am I?"
The lady's face grew sorrowful, but the grief that stabbed inside her was far worse. Despite that, she could only force a smile onto her face and answer him when she remembered her deceased Master's dying wishes. "Senior brother, the two of us are all that is left of our sect, and Master passed the sect leader's position to you before he passed away just a month ago. Do you remember any of this?"
Ye Wen pretended to be deep in thought before firmly shaking his head.
The lady took a deep breath. “Then do you still remember me? I'm Ning, your Junior Sister Ning!"
"Ning?!"
Her name came to Ye Wen like a bolt from the blue; his head spun and he nearly passed out from the shock, all from the terrible notion that passed his mind when he put together all the information that his Junior Sister Ning had given him.
There are only two people left in the sect; I'm the sect leader and she's my junior sister whose surname is Ning...
"My surname isn't 'Yue', is it?"
Ye Wen asked. It looked as if he might burst into tears. He had remembered a novel in which a sect leader had castrated himself to practice a powerful martial art, all to revitalize his sect. Ye Wen hoped against hope that he hadn't transmigrated into that scenario.
Thankfully, Junior Sister Ning just looked and him quizzically and replied, "Yue? Senior brother, your surname is Ye. Like me, you're an orphan whom Master brought home from the foot of the mountain. Master gave you the name 'Wen' which means literature because you've always liked reading."
"Ye Wen?!" he squawked his name. He hadn't expected to have transmigrated into the body of someone with the same name. Their personalities and experiences looked to be as different as night and day, however, and who knew whether it was his luck or misfortune that he had transmigrated into this body?
"Junior Sister Ning, may I know your full name?"
Since he'd already pretended to have holes in his memory, Ye Wen had no qualms about pretending to have lost it entirely. After all, if he knew nothing, it wouldn't look suspicious when he asked any questions.
" My surname is Ning, and m-my first name is Ruxue!" Ning Ruxue seemed to remember something that reduced her brusqueness to a girl-next-door type of shyness as she disclosed her name.
Ye Wen assumed that her shyness was because women in ancient times never disclosed their names to others, not knowing that Ning Ruxue had always been brisk in her carriage and demeanor, unfettered by the norms of her sex. The only reason she'd found it difficult to spit out her name was because she’d remembered that it was Ye Wen who had chosen the name for her! (Author's note: the books her deceased senior brother had read hadn't gone to waste!)
However, this had all happened in the past. Not knowing about it, Ye Wen didn't find it strange, and Ning Ruxue quickly put it aside and put her attention to telling her senior brother all about their current situation.
Ye Wen quickly grasped his current circumstances.
His new body's Master had passed away just a month ago, the name of their sect was the Shushan Sect, and he was the sect leader - - or at least, he had been the sect leader up until he'd dissolved the sect and lost their home base and territory when he had lost the match two days ago. Also, the whole sect had only two disciples: him… and the junior sister in front of him.
In summary, all he had left in this world was a hostile junior sister.
The two of them faced each other in silence when Ye Wen had finally found out what he needed. Ning Ruxue stared at Ye Wen, who looked down in silence, and he looked as if he had never lost his memory and was still the same good-for-nothing and unambitious senior brother she had always known.
Her senior brother had never bested her in anything--neither in martial arts nor in getting things done as he was always dragging his feet--as all he had cared to do was read, burying his nose in books all the time.
Yet for some reason, Master had insisted on passing the sect leader's position to Ye Wen. And to think that she had believed that she would be the new sect leader and that she would bring glory to the sect.
If only...
Could it be because I'm a girl? Ning Ruxue wondered, recalling that the previous sect leaders were all men.
The two of them faced each other in silence when Ye Wen had finally found out what he needed. Ning Ruxue stared at Ye Wen, who looked down in silence, and he looked as if he had never lost his memory and was still the same good-for-nothing and unambitious senior brother she had always known.
Her senior brother had never bested her in anything--neither in martial arts nor in getting things done as he was always dragging his feet--as all he had cared to do was read, burying his nose in books all the time.
Yet for some reason, Master had insisted on passing the sect leader's position to Ye Wen. And to think that she had believed that she would be the new sect leader and that she would bring glory to the sect.
If only...
Could it be because I'm a girl? Ning Ruxue wondered, recalling that the previous sect leaders were all men.
She still wasn't reconciled with it. Why can't women be sect leaders?! Besides, there are sects where women dominate; not many, but they still exist. What's more, there are major sects that take in both male and female disciples. So why is it that our tiny sect is so set in the old ways?
However, her Master's wishes, especially his dying wish that her senior brother took over the sect leader's position, couldn't be defied. All she could do was concede...
"Senior brother, Master said, 'The revitalization of the sect is in your hands now. '"
Ye Wen had mixed feelings, mostly because the words felt familiar to him. But before he could react, his stunning beauty of a junior sister threw down a demand that made his jaw drop.
" If you can't do it, then just hurry up and pass the sect leader's position to me!" With that, she picked up the empty bowl and turned to walk out of the room.
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