Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Light footsteps approached a room, where a slender woman stood outside with a bowl of cold water and a towel. She hesitated on whether to knock or enter right away. After contemplating, she decided to knock and wait. With no response, she entered the room and walked slowly toward a large wooden bed. There lay a young boy, about 13 years old, panting and covered in sweat. The woman wore a worried expression as she placed the bowl and towel on a nearby stand and soaked the towel in cold water. Gently, she placed the cold towel on the boy's forehead.
The boy mumbled in his sleep, reacting to the cold sensation. His tense body gradually relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep. The woman, standing by the bed, appeared saddened, as if the boy had passed away. Unbeknownst to an observer, she had eyes filled with sorrow.
The next day, sunlight streamed through the windows, and a cool breeze fluttered the curtains. The boy sat up on the wooden bed, gazing out the window in a daze. The woman from the previous day slept peacefully, with half of her body on the bed and the other half on the floor. Hearing her soft snoring, the boy smiled gently and tapped her forehead. Awakened by the touch, the woman opened her eyes to see the boy smiling warmly at her.
"Young master," she whispered, almost in tears. She quickly got up, embracing the boy and weeping.
"Young master, you're finally awake. Do you know how worried everyone was?" she said, wiping away her tears. The boy chuckled softly while looking at the weak state he was in. The woman, named Jing, felt her heart ache as she observed him. Placing her hand on top of his, which was on her cheek, she gave him a bright smile.
"Young master, you've just woken up. You should freshen up while I prepare something for you to eat," Jing suggested, gently guiding his hand away. She swiftly left the room and returned with another bowl and a cotton towel. She replaced the bowl of cold water with a warm one, placing it by the bed along with the towel. Jing bowed quickly before leaving through the door, leaving the boy alone in the room. He stared at the door for a while before getting off the bed and using the warm water and towel to wash his face.
As he began to wipe his body, a sharp pain shot through his lower abdomen, triggering a sarcastic laugh. Carefully and gently, he cleaned himself and changed into the clothes Jing had laid out for him. Walking toward a large mirror, he couldn't help but smile. He, who was meant to be dead, was alive. Although the original owner of the body had passed away, Ming Chen's soul now resided within it. 'God has truly given me another chance,' Ming Chen thought to himself.
Ming Chen had woken up in the middle of the night with a severe headache, realizing his situation and gaining the memories of the body's previous owner. The body belonged to Zhao Yang, a 15-year-old boy and the second grandson of General Zhao Ai. Both of Zhao Yang's parents had been missing since his birth, so he had never met them. His older brother, Zhao Yan, served as a high-ranking soldier protecting the borders of the Mu Kingdom alongside their grandfather. The Mu Kingdom was one of many kingdoms in the vast Da continent, which unlike the modern world, consisted of a single continent.
It had been ten years since Zhao Yan and their grandfather had left for the borders. Being the grandson of a general came with numerous benefits, such as wealth, power, and prestige. However, the Zhao family had one flaw: Zhao
Yang himself. In this world, people possessed special powers by absorbing particles in the air based on their elemental type. Individuals with a single elemental type could absorb only one type of particle, while those with a two-type elemental constitution could absorb two types. Unfortunately, Zhao Yang could not absorb any particles. Since birth, his weak body had prevented him from cultivating, and he would have perished if his parents hadn't searched for a rare herb. However, they had gone missing since then. Everyone in the Mu Kingdom knew that Zhao Yang was incapable of cultivation, and while many ridiculed him, they never did so to his face, considering his status as General Zhao's grandson.
Zhao Yang remembered all the memories of the previous owner. This little boy, due to his inability to cultivate, was smaller and weaker than others his age, and people avoided him. Lonely and devoid of friends or family, Zhao Yang spent his time at home, reading books. Unlike other privileged children, he was neither spoiled nor outspoken, but rather quiet and reserved. While others disliked him, the people in the Zhao household treated him differently, showing care and kindness. They always listened to his requests, and in return, he treated them with respect.
One day, when Zhao Yang decided to venture outside the household, he was attacked by bandits, resulting in a severe injury that eventually led to the original Zhao Yang's demise. Ming Chen had accepted this reality; he was no longer Ming Chen but Zhao Yang. He would live in the place of the old Zhao Yang and fulfill his dreams and aspirations.
While eating his porridge in his room, Zhao Yang suddenly heard hurried footsteps approaching. The door swung open, and a middle-aged man, the head butler of the Zhao mansion, rushed in, gasping for air. Straightening himself, he respectfully bowed to Zhao Yang, a bright smile on his face. Confused by the unexpected visit, Zhao Yang wondered what could be happening.
"Second young master, the general and young master are coming back home!" the head butler exclaimed with excitement. Zhao Yang was taken aback. His older brother and grandfather had been at the border for ten years, and their sudden return left him puzzled about the reason.
While Zhao Yang was not unhappy about their return, he felt somewhat awkward. First, he was not the real Zhao Yang, and second, they had left when he was only five years old. After a decade, he could no longer remember what they looked like. Lost in his thoughts, Zhao Yang eventually turned to the head butler and asked, "When will they be coming home?" He needed time to mentally prepare for their arrival.
"They should be here in about a week. Should I prepare for their arrival?" the head butler respectfully inquired. Zhao Yang nodded and dismissed the head butler, pondering his upcoming encounter with the two men.
Zhao Yang's primary focus was on cultivating. He didn't want a repeat of his previous life's mistakes; he needed to become stronger. While tending to his injury, he had noticed a large black patch on his body.
Weekly Power Status
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Ranking 
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