The summer morning sun shone through the gaps in the branches and the window, casting dappled light and shadows directly onto the head of the bed.
Particles in the air melted into the rays, creating tangible-looking arrows that fell from the sky, striking Fang Che's face.
Slowly, he felt the heat on his face and awoke leisurely.
He opened his eyes, then closed them again immediately.
Even with his eyelids shut, he could still sense the light shining on them.
He exhaled contentedly.
Life is truly good.
A blink of the eyes separated this life from the previous one.
Closing his eyes was like plunging into the boundless darkness of death, while opening them was like feeling the boundless emotions of being reborn.
The slight scorch from the sun was the sensation of being alive.
He got up, got dressed, tidied up, and washed his face.
He laid out paper, ground ink, moistened his brush, and began to write.
[Silence is gold]
With several "DuangDuang" hammer sounds, a plaque was nailed to the wall opposite the desk.
Fang Che stepped back a few steps, raised his head to look, and nodded slightly.
Behind the chair at the desk, there was another plaque.
[Be careful in words and deeds]
On the desk stood a wooden frame, inside of which were the words: [Cherish words like gold]
In the living room.
[Too many words will lead to mistakes]
Fang Che nodded earnestly, "From now on, I must always remember to be a person who is not frivolous and always cautious in his words."
Then he fell silent.
He immediately furrowed his brows, "Why am I thinking this way?"
"Who was I in my past life?"
Fang Che tapped his forehead.
He had been reborn into this body three days ago.
During those three days, he had sorted out his memories and melded his soul, but the strangest thing was that he knew he was a reincarnator, knew he occupied this body, and knew this was six hundred years after his own era.
Yet, he had forgotten who he was!
Fang Che did not understand this.
But, surprisingly, he felt no resistance to having become someone else.
He had accepted it almost instantly.
What was there to not be satisfied with about living again?
Squinting his eyes at the sunlight hitting his face, a trace of confusion appeared on his face.
This body's name was Fang Che.
His details were as follows:
Fang Che.
Neither fat nor thin, very handsome, very sturdy.
Five feet ten inches tall, weighing around 156 pounds, quite upright.
His eyebrows were slightly dense, the ends slightly raised, lips a bit thick, eyes slightly sunken, and he had double eyelids, though not very pronounced—only clearly visible when he smiled.
Oh, internal double eyelids.
His gaze was very sharp.
Fang Che couldn't help but take a dim view of his predecessor: This guy must have been radical, inclined to extremes.
Luckily, I am not.
However, this kind of sternness suited the silent, reclusive character I had in this life.
Dressed in white—Fang Che frowned, not very fond of it, definitely needed to change—it was too flamboyant.
Seventeen years old.
Ninth Grade Martial Disciple.
Physically healthy, with superior natural talent.
An external relative of the Fang Family, took his mother's surname Fang and grew up in the Fang Family.—This, Fang Che found slightly puzzling.
He died while trying to advance from Martial Disciple to Samurai.
Normally, when a Martial Artist advances to the Samurai rank, he can take the Martial Arts Academy's examination.
It is also known as the first "Dragon Gate Test" in a Martial Artist's life.
As everyone knows, the best way for Martial Disciples to break through is to find someone with a higher cultivation to fight in continuous battles, smoothing out their realm. In continuous combat, one generally breaks through successfully.
Then riding on that momentum, continue fighting to stabilize the realm until the combat ends and the breakthrough process is complete.
This is quite common knowledge.
Moreover, during this process, no one should die.
Thus, the family had dispatched the Big Cousin, the direct eldest son of the Family Head, who had come back from the Martial Arts Academy specifically to fight and refine Fang Che.
This was deemed the most reliable method.
Because Big Cousin Fang Qingyun was already a high-level Samurai, very familiar with the realms of both Martial Disciple and Samurai, he could extremely reliably elevate Fang Che to the Samurai realm.
But an accident happened.
The predecessor died as a result.
When the eager Big Cousin slapped his palm on his younger cousin's dantian to stimulate the energy in the dantian with his cultivation... without making a sound, his cousin just "popped".
And lay dead on the ground!
Big Cousin was shocked on the spot.
Did I just kill my own cousin?!
This was unbelievable!
The entire Fang Family mobilized, pleading with everyone they could, getting all the divine doctors in the city, and somehow brought the cousin back to life—thus Fang Che came to be.
The cousin seemed to be alive.
But the Big Cousin was currently hanging, being whipped by his uncle.
It was said to be a brutal scene.
Fang Che used his scant spiritual power to carefully inspect his meridians and finally discovered... indeed, there was an anomaly in the dantian.
Although with his current spiritual power, he couldn't detect it too specifically, but according to Fang Che's experience, what could achieve this must be the Five Spirits Gu from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.
The so-called Five Spirits Gu is said to target the cultivation of the five spiritual powers of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth in a human body.
It is a harmful poisonous insect, but also a kind of secret technique, for if one survives the Soul Devouring, one not only gains certain eligibility but also assists in cultivation...
Simply put, if you don't die, you get stronger.
This is also a kind of selection, only it costs life.
This is a common practice for certain sects.
Once the Five Spirits Gu enters the body, no level of cultivation can refine it!
Where did this Five Spirits Gu come from?
Fang Che searched his memory.
Seems like... that guy?
Remember before the breakthrough, didn't the previous body's "good friend" give him a bottle of "high-level" Qi Xue Pills?
And the previous body had consumed them all in order to break through. Apart from that, nothing unusual.
It's almost certain that was it.