Translator: Kippya Translations
_________________________________________________________________________________Dazed, dizzy, and blind as a bat—that was how Ye Wen felt right now. He could feel neither his limbs nor his torso as if all sensation below his neck had been cut off. He didn't know what happened, nor could he remember what had made him end up this way. After that, however, came a terrible pain from his chest that made him tremble all over. Then came a bout of light-headedness and a sense of dissociation from his body, swiftly followed by the sensation of something striking his back as well as deafening noises in his ear which helped him to regain some of his consciousness. Bam! Where he had felt like a sardine without any bodily sensation in a dark can, Ye Wen now felt pain everywhere, but it was still preferable. In fact, he was glad that he could finally feel his body again. He didn't seem to be in good shape, however. The pain he felt was secondary to the fuzziness that had taken over after the burst of pain which had roused him for just a moment; Ye Wen felt on the verge of falling back into the darkness. Through the fog, he saw a young woman in a traditional Chinese robes look at him with an inscrutable expression. In that instant, impossible thoughts crossed his mind. Am I dead? Is that beautiful young woman who looks like a fairy actually the ghost official, here to take my soul away? Before he managed to laugh at his own ridiculous thoughts, darkness shrouded him once more... After Ye Wen passed out, a man strode and swung his broadsword down toward Ye Wen. If not for a woman—the one whom Ye Wen had thought looked like a fairy—tapping the tip of her sword on the side of the broadsword, deflecting it so that it struck the ground just beside Ye Wen's neck, Ye Wen would have been killed without ever knowing why. "My senior brother is already out cold. Could you mean to murder him in cold blood?!" the young woman clad in traditional Chinese robes demanded. The arched brows in her furious face lent her an imposing air. The man who had just sent Ye Wen flying with one punch and rushed up to finish the job with his broadsword paused, held back by the young woman's formidable aura. The confrontation lasted only a moment before the man swung his broadsword onto his shoulder and laughed. "Of course not, Ning. We only came here for a match, not to kill. But now that the outcome is clear, the wager we agreed upon...?" "My senior brother will keep his word!" With that, she sheathed her sword and walked to the side of Ye Wen who still lay unconscious on the ground and stared at him with mixed feelings for a while before exhaling a long-suffering breath and picking him up, supporting his weight with a shoulder as she half dragged and half carried him away. Countless snide remarks drifted from behind her. "That's the Shushan Sect Leader?! He's completely useless!" "Zhang only used three moves to knock him out; a guy like that can be a sect leader too?!" "Never mind anything else, their sect leader lost their territory in just three moves! there is no need for such a sect to exist..." "It's such a pity about that girl. Who would have thought that a great beauty like that was in such a small sect?" The hurtful words stirred up mixed feelings within her and she couldn't help murmuring, "Master... Why did you pass the position of sect leader to senior brother?" But there was no one around to hear her… * * * Ye Wen was in agony and tormented by non-stop dreams; all fragmented dreams of the same person which came in such a jumbled sequence that he couldn't put them together. Of all the scenes he saw, those that gave him the clearest impression were those in which the main character was practicing martial arts; this may have been due to Ye Wen's past experiences. Ye Wen had grown up no different than any other young man who had been born at the end of the 20th century and raised at the turn of the 21st century. He had progressed through kindergarten all the way to college and would have become a fully-fledged member of society at the end of summer if everything had gone according to plan. The only thing that set Ye Wen apart from his peers was his passion for martial arts. This exasperated his father, who had given him the name 'Wen' in the hopes that he would pursue literary knowledge. Since childhood, Ye Wen had dabbled in any kind martial art he could. Taekwondo, Tai Chi... if you could name it, he had learned it. Although most of what had been taught to him had been flowery and impractical, he had gotten into fights every now and then just to hone his combat. His misconduct grew absurd upon the death of his father who had raised him singlehandedly and he almost got into deep trouble. Fortunately, Ye Wen had gone back onto the straight and narrow, successfully getting into college where he had kept a low profile and avoided getting into any trouble. Ye Wen hadn't thought that he would wake up in a strange room after going drinking with his friends in celebration of their upcoming graduation. He lifted his heavy eyelids and studied his surroundings, unable to tie them to the last events he remembered. Sitting up on the couch, he realized that the hard surface beneath him felt surprisingly familiar although being used to soft mattresses, he had never slept on such a hard bed before. He hadn't expected to experience it at a strange time like this--it was startlingly comfortable! Something was disconcerting about himself that he couldn't put his finger on; his hands still looked familiar to him. He finally received an answer when he caught sight of himself in the bronze mirror not far away. “Who is that?!” The face reflected in the mirror should have been handsome enough to make Ye Wen jealous, but he wasn't happy in the least. The image in the mirror was enough to make him understand that he was no longer 'himself', but he didn't know how, why, or when he had become another person altogether。 "Dammit! Could the legendary soul transmigration have happened to me?!" A moment was all that the young man needed to catch onto his current circumstances, what with all the web novels he had read in the twenty-first century. At the same time, he remembered the transient period of consciousness he'd experienced. It's obvious; this guy was beaten to death and I took over his body in that instant. Ye Wen looked at his hands. They were long and slender although a layer of old calluses, particularly thick at the intersection between his thumb and index finger, marred the otherwise soft hand. There was nothing else remarkable about this pair of hands. In fact, Ye Wen thought that they were even weaker than his previous hands which had been through countless street brawls. He clenched his fists and his attention was drawn to the ring on his left index finger. Initially, he had thought that it was just a normal iron band as it was unembellished and didn't look as if it had been made of precious metals—this had made him dismiss it at first. However, he had felt the ring sucking something from within him the instant he’d clenched his fists. "What's this?!" he cried out when a threadbare rag appeared beside his hand, seemingly out of thin air before it floated down and fell to the ground. Ye Wen hesitated. He was sure that he hadn't been holding anything at the time nor was there a tear in his sleeve, so where had the rag come from?
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_________________________________________________________________________________Dazed, dizzy, and blind as a bat—that was how Ye Wen felt right now. He could feel neither his limbs nor his torso as if all sensation below his neck had been cut off. He didn't know what happened, nor could he remember what had made him end up this way. After that, however, came a terrible pain from his chest that made him tremble all over. Then came a bout of light-headedness and a sense of dissociation from his body, swiftly followed by the sensation of something striking his back as well as deafening noises in his ear which helped him to regain some of his consciousness. Bam! Where he had felt like a sardine without any bodily sensation in a dark can, Ye Wen now felt pain everywhere, but it was still preferable. In fact, he was glad that he could finally feel his body again. He didn't seem to be in good shape, however. The pain he felt was secondary to the fuzziness that had taken over after the burst of pain which had roused him for just a moment; Ye Wen felt on the verge of falling back into the darkness. Through the fog, he saw a young woman in a traditional Chinese robes look at him with an inscrutable expression. In that instant, impossible thoughts crossed his mind. Am I dead? Is that beautiful young woman who looks like a fairy actually the ghost official, here to take my soul away? Before he managed to laugh at his own ridiculous thoughts, darkness shrouded him once more... After Ye Wen passed out, a man strode and swung his broadsword down toward Ye Wen. If not for a woman—the one whom Ye Wen had thought looked like a fairy—tapping the tip of her sword on the side of the broadsword, deflecting it so that it struck the ground just beside Ye Wen's neck, Ye Wen would have been killed without ever knowing why. "My senior brother is already out cold. Could you mean to murder him in cold blood?!" the young woman clad in traditional Chinese robes demanded. The arched brows in her furious face lent her an imposing air. The man who had just sent Ye Wen flying with one punch and rushed up to finish the job with his broadsword paused, held back by the young woman's formidable aura. The confrontation lasted only a moment before the man swung his broadsword onto his shoulder and laughed. "Of course not, Ning. We only came here for a match, not to kill. But now that the outcome is clear, the wager we agreed upon...?" "My senior brother will keep his word!" With that, she sheathed her sword and walked to the side of Ye Wen who still lay unconscious on the ground and stared at him with mixed feelings for a while before exhaling a long-suffering breath and picking him up, supporting his weight with a shoulder as she half dragged and half carried him away. Countless snide remarks drifted from behind her. "That's the Shushan Sect Leader?! He's completely useless!" "Zhang only used three moves to knock him out; a guy like that can be a sect leader too?!" "Never mind anything else, their sect leader lost their territory in just three moves! there is no need for such a sect to exist..." "It's such a pity about that girl. Who would have thought that a great beauty like that was in such a small sect?" The hurtful words stirred up mixed feelings within her and she couldn't help murmuring, "Master... Why did you pass the position of sect leader to senior brother?" But there was no one around to hear her… * * * Ye Wen was in agony and tormented by non-stop dreams; all fragmented dreams of the same person which came in such a jumbled sequence that he couldn't put them together. Of all the scenes he saw, those that gave him the clearest impression were those in which the main character was practicing martial arts; this may have been due to Ye Wen's past experiences. Ye Wen had grown up no different than any other young man who had been born at the end of the 20th century and raised at the turn of the 21st century. He had progressed through kindergarten all the way to college and would have become a fully-fledged member of society at the end of summer if everything had gone according to plan. The only thing that set Ye Wen apart from his peers was his passion for martial arts. This exasperated his father, who had given him the name 'Wen' in the hopes that he would pursue literary knowledge. Since childhood, Ye Wen had dabbled in any kind martial art he could. Taekwondo, Tai Chi... if you could name it, he had learned it. Although most of what had been taught to him had been flowery and impractical, he had gotten into fights every now and then just to hone his combat. His misconduct grew absurd upon the death of his father who had raised him singlehandedly and he almost got into deep trouble. Fortunately, Ye Wen had gone back onto the straight and narrow, successfully getting into college where he had kept a low profile and avoided getting into any trouble. Ye Wen hadn't thought that he would wake up in a strange room after going drinking with his friends in celebration of their upcoming graduation. He lifted his heavy eyelids and studied his surroundings, unable to tie them to the last events he remembered. Sitting up on the couch, he realized that the hard surface beneath him felt surprisingly familiar although being used to soft mattresses, he had never slept on such a hard bed before. He hadn't expected to experience it at a strange time like this--it was startlingly comfortable! Something was disconcerting about himself that he couldn't put his finger on; his hands still looked familiar to him. He finally received an answer when he caught sight of himself in the bronze mirror not far away. “Who is that?!” The face reflected in the mirror should have been handsome enough to make Ye Wen jealous, but he wasn't happy in the least. The image in the mirror was enough to make him understand that he was no longer 'himself', but he didn't know how, why, or when he had become another person altogether。 "Dammit! Could the legendary soul transmigration have happened to me?!" A moment was all that the young man needed to catch onto his current circumstances, what with all the web novels he had read in the twenty-first century. At the same time, he remembered the transient period of consciousness he'd experienced. It's obvious; this guy was beaten to death and I took over his body in that instant. Ye Wen looked at his hands. They were long and slender although a layer of old calluses, particularly thick at the intersection between his thumb and index finger, marred the otherwise soft hand. There was nothing else remarkable about this pair of hands. In fact, Ye Wen thought that they were even weaker than his previous hands which had been through countless street brawls. He clenched his fists and his attention was drawn to the ring on his left index finger. Initially, he had thought that it was just a normal iron band as it was unembellished and didn't look as if it had been made of precious metals—this had made him dismiss it at first. However, he had felt the ring sucking something from within him the instant he’d clenched his fists. "What's this?!" he cried out when a threadbare rag appeared beside his hand, seemingly out of thin air before it floated down and fell to the ground. Ye Wen hesitated. He was sure that he hadn't been holding anything at the time nor was there a tear in his sleeve, so where had the rag come from?
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