Chapter 1 Rebirth

  In the third month of spring, grass grows and swallows fly. In a coastal city in East Asia, March weather has already started to heat up, and handsome boys and beautiful girls have long since changed into the most popular summer clothes.

  "Ding ding ding......"

  The alarm clock rang non-stop, "Chen Xuan should get up, or he will be late."

  Roommates urged one after another.

  "How annoying!"

  Chen Xuan muttered to himself.

  Yesterday was Chen Xuan's birthday, a group of friends celebrated for Chen Xuan, these guys insisted on getting him drunk until he couldn't find his way north, in the end they got so drunk that it was dark and Chen Xuan didn't even know how he returned to the rental house.

  Hurry up and put on your clothes, rush to the company.

  Chen Xuan, a small clerk, is very dedicated and diligent. In today's society, being dedicated is also a virtue.

  After graduating from college, Chen Xuan entered society with big dreams, but the reality was not what he had imagined. Selfishness, self-interest, and endless scheming turned a once simple young man into a mature and worldly person.

  "I'm so tired, finally finished work after a busy day. I'm already 25 and still haven't found someone to date. It's hard enough to meet someone, but now they all care about money and status. Why are women nowadays so materialistic?"

  Seeing couples passing by on the road in pairs, I couldn't help but sigh secretly.

  After sighing, Chen Xuan suddenly had an idea.

  "It's the weekend today, and it's still early, so why not go to the second-hand market and take a look around? Maybe I can find something good. Some time ago, I heard that someone actually found Song Dynasty ceramics at the second-hand market, but who knows if they're real or fake."

  I took the bus to the second-hand market, and as soon as I got off the bus, I saw a sea of people, it just so happened that today was also the weekend, many small vendors came over to set up their stalls.

  Chen Xuan also squeezed into the crowd, looking left and right, seeing if there was anything he liked.

  He has a hobby of collecting things and sometimes he knows they are fake but if it suits his taste, he will still collect them.

  Walked slowly to a small stall leaning against the edge, looked at the things on it, several paintings were fake at first glance, even the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was fake, only fools would buy it, and there were also several fake jade carvings scattered on the ground.

  Chen Xuan was attracted by one of the fist-sized stones and asked the boss.

  "Boss, what is this? Why are you also selling stones?" asked with a puzzled tone.

  "This is something I brought back from a remote rural area, the family was in urgent need of money and sold me this stone, saying it was their family heirloom. At the time, I also felt they were cheating me, but when I held it in my hand, I felt differently, there's a cool silky feeling that seems to seep into my own hand."

  The boss introduced with an air of mystery.

  He casually picked up the stone and tried it out, and indeed a cool air seeped into his body, piquing Chen Xuan's curiosity.

  "How much can you sell this stone for?"

  "I bought this stone for 300 yuan, but it's been two years and I still haven't sold it. If you want it, take it for 350 yuan, it's useless to me if I keep it!"

  The boss said with a smile.

  After haggling over the price, Chen Xuan finally bought it for 320 yuan. When he returned to his rental apartment, his roommates hadn't come back yet, so he went downstairs to eat something simple and then came back to the apartment.

  Pick up the stone bought today and play with it in hand.

  "What's going on today? I've never felt like this before, it's as if I'm afraid someone else will buy it before me."

  Shook his head.

  "Just forget it, I've already bought them."

  Come under the desk lamp, pick up the stone and take a look underneath, see if you can find any clues.

  "No way! It feels like the stone is moving on its own."

  The stone emitted a dazzling light and flew towards Chen Xuan.

  "No!"

  Chen Xuan shouted loudly, but the stone still smashed heavily on his head.

  A severe pain, Chen Xuan fainted and lost consciousness!

  A delicate small courtyard, a heart-wrenching and ear-piercing woman's cry came over.

  "Doctor, please, you have to save my son!"

  The young woman actually sat down on the ground after shouting.

  Next to him stood a man in his fifties, sighing helplessly.

  "Madam, it's not that I don't want to save him, but the young master's injuries are too severe. Seven of his ribs are broken, his internal organs have shifted, and there is a massive accumulation of blood in his body. Unless he can wake up on his own, even the great Da Luo immortal cannot bring him back!"

  The beautiful young woman looked in the direction of the big bed, "Xuaner, who exactly hurt you?" The young woman said with a choked tone.

  On the big bed lay a thirteen or fourteen year old boy, his complexion was waxen yellow, his eyes were tightly closed, and he seemed to be taking in less air than he was letting out, not far from drawing his last breath.

  A man in his forties stood by the bed, frowning and looking gloomy. He was Chen Yumuwu, the sole heir of the Chen family, one of the three major families in Hongling Town. His only son had been mysteriously attacked and left with a severe injury. By the time he arrived, his son was on his last breath. Who could have committed such a heinous crime?

  "Ling'er, go to the accounting room and get 10 taels of silver for the master!"

  The young woman wiped away her tears and instructed a maid standing beside her.

  "May the old master and madam have a peaceful and auspicious change!"

  The old man comforted her with a word and both he and the maid withdrew from the room, leaving behind the young woman's soft sobbing.

  ……

  Two days have passed, but the young man still has a faint breath, as if to tell everyone that he is still alive. Even the old man who treated the young man's illness that day felt it was a miracle. What kind of willpower allowed the young man to hold on until now?

  "Hmm..."

  The young man lying on the big bed hummed a tune.

  "I've finally woken up, but why does my body hurt so much? I can't even open my eyes. Am I blind? I remember buying that stone and it flew towards me and hit me, then I lost consciousness. Did I die? Is this the underworld? But I vaguely hear a female voice crying beside my ear!"

  "What is that stone thing and where am I now?"

  Innumerable doubts appeared in Chen Xuan's mind.

  Chen Xuan kept asking himself in his heart, but he still couldn't open his eyes and had no sensation throughout his body.

  Five days passed before Chen Xuan emerged from this dark period, his head throbbing with a sharp pain as he opened his eyes, only to faint again. However, a thin stream of green energy flowed out from between his eyebrows, slowly flowing into his body and repairing it.

  Opening his eyes again, Chen Xuan looked bewildered, gazing at the ancient buildings and then at himself, wondering. "How did I end up here, and how did I become a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy?"

  Chen Xuan looked around while organizing the information in his mind, where many memories that didn't belong to him had appeared. "Could it be that I've died and my soul has transmigrated into someone else's body and been reborn?"