Feng Yuhan suddenly woke up in a strange place. Everything felt unfamiliar and much larger than it should be. When he tried to move his hands, he was shocked to see how tiny his fingers were. Confusion immediately overwhelmed him.
As he turned his head, he saw two towering figures—a man and a woman. The woman was incredibly beautiful, while the man beside her looked strong, like a great warrior. They gazed at him with affection, their faces glowing with warm smiles.
Feng Yuhan wanted to speak, but instead of words, a baby's cry escaped his lips. Instantly, a wave of shock hit him. The two figures quickly approached him.
"He's so adorable," the woman said gently.
"Of course, he's our child," the man responded proudly.
Feng Yuhan grew even more confused. He tried to recall what had happened. His university had caught fire, he had tried to save someone, then there was immense pain... and after that, darkness. And now, he was here—in the body of a baby.
As he was still processing his situation, a strange sound suddenly echoed. A fart.
He quickly realized something worse—he had soiled himself. A deep sense of embarrassment overwhelmed him. The woman chuckled softly, then lovingly changed his diaper. Feng Yuhan could only resign himself to his fate, feeling his dignity crumble.
Afterward, the woman picked him up and carried him outside. It was then that Feng Yuhan finally saw the world around him. Ancient wooden buildings, towering castles, and people dressed like those from imperial China. Everything looked like the world of a xianxia novel he often read.
At that moment, he finally realized one thing—he had been reincarnated.
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Three months had passed since Feng Yuhan—or now Ling Huan—was reborn in this world. In that time, he had begun to understand some important things.
First, his name was now Ling Huan, and he was the son of two prominent figures in this clan. His father, Ling Zhen, was a formidable warrior who commanded great respect. His mother, Mei Rou, was known as the most beautiful woman in their clan.
Second, he was born into the Fox Clan, one of the most hated clans in this world. This clan possessed immense power but was also considered dangerous.
Third, this world was filled with people who worshiped various gods, each with their own teachings and beliefs.
Ling Huan was still trying to understand his situation. Since birth, he had always watched his father train in martial arts in the courtyard. With his large, well-built body, Ling Zhen moved like the wind—fast and lethal. Just by observing, Ling Huan started to grasp how energy in this world worked.
Besides his powerful father, his mother was equally impressive. Though she appeared gentle and loving, she was no ordinary woman. From the way Mei Rou spoke and carried herself, Ling Huan could sense that she possessed hidden strength.
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Six months had passed since his birth. Now, he could sit up and was slowly learning to crawl. Every time he tried to move, his parents would cheer and encourage him as if he had just won a great battle.
"Careful, don't rush, Huan'er!" Mei Rou said softly.
However, as he tried to crawl further, Ling Huan lost his balance and fell. Immediately, his parents rushed to his side, their faces filled with concern.
"Are you alright?" Mei Rou asked worriedly.
Ling Zhen chuckled. "A boy must be strong! Falling once is nothing!"
Ling Huan wanted to respond that he was fine, but all that came out of his mouth were incoherent baby sounds.
Seeing their reactions, Ling Huan could only sigh internally. It seemed that his life in this world would be more interesting than he had imagined.
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A year had passed since Ling Huan was born into this world. Now, he could walk steadily, though occasionally still a bit wobbly. Over time, he grew accustomed to his new life and began to understand this world even more.
Today, in the courtyard, Ling Huan stood holding a small wooden sword. In front of him, Ling Zhen, his father, grinned while holding a larger wooden sword.
"Come on, Huan'er! Let's start your first training!" Ling Zhen said enthusiastically.
But before they could begin, Mei Rou arrived with a firm expression on her face.
"Zhen, he's still a child! Do you really want to train him now?" her voice was full of concern.
Ling Zhen laughed lightheartedly. "A boy should start training early! Besides, he's my son—of course, he'll be strong!"
Mei Rou sighed deeply. "Just don't let him get hurt," she finally relented.
With her reluctant approval, Ling Zhen began training his son. The first lesson focused mostly on posture and how to properly hold a sword. However, as expected, his father couldn't resist playing around.
As Ling Huan tried to mimic his father's movements, Ling Zhen suddenly reached out and flicked his forehead.
"Surprised, huh?" he chuckled.
Ling Huan could only stare at his father with a blank expression. He had already realized that his parents had quite the unique personalities.
Even so, the training was enjoyable. Whenever Ling Huan got too serious, his father would crack a joke or turn it into a game to keep things light-hearted.
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But martial arts training wasn't the only thing he learned. In his spare time, he began reading the books available at home. Through them, he learned a great deal about this world.
This world was divided into various clans and sects, each with their own unique powers. Some clans were known for their swordsmanship, while others specialized in extraordinary magical techniques.
Additionally, powerful beings lived in this world—including gods worshiped by various sects and kingdoms.
Ling Huan absorbed all this information quickly. Though he was still a child, his mind remained as sharp as it was in his previous life.
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At night, after a full day of training and studying, Mei Rou would come to his room and carry him to bed.
"It's time to sleep, Huan'er," she said gently.
But before sleeping, Mei Rou always told him a bedtime story. Though she called them fairy tales, the stories she told felt far too real.
Ling Huan began to suspect that these tales weren't just ordinary bedtime stories. However, for now, he could only listen and store all the information in his mind.
One thing was certain—this world was far more fascinating than he had imagined.
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The days continued to pass, and Ling Huan grew more accustomed to his new life. Training with his father became more intense, though it was always filled with laughter. His father began teaching him the basics of combat, such as maintaining balance, dodging attacks, and performing simple sword strikes.
Meanwhile, his mother continued to watch over his growth attentively. Besides ensuring he didn't overexert himself, Mei Rou also started teaching him other subjects, such as reading, writing, and general knowledge about the world.
One day, while reading a book about clan history, Ling Huan came across something interesting.
"Mother, why is our clan considered dangerous by others?" he asked innocently.
Mei Rou fell silent for a moment before smiling gently. "That's a long story, Huan'er. But in short, our clan's power is too unique, and not everyone can accept it."
That answer only made Ling Huan more curious, but he knew it wasn't time for him to learn everything yet.
That night, as usual, Mei Rou told another bedtime story. This time, it was about a great warrior from the Fox Clan who challenged the gods themselves.
Ling Huan listened intently. Once again, he felt that this wasn't just a simple fairy tale. There was something deeper hidden within his mother's stories.
As he stared at the ceiling, his mind began to wander.
This world was full of mysteries, and he knew his journey here was only just beginning.