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"What nonsense are you blabbering? Yang Ze, do you want to get beat up again?" The girl who was still standing with a face full of anger narrowed her eyes.

"How dare you call me your mother? Looks like someone needs their lesson again."

"Wan'er." Looking at the girl who seemed to be sixteen years old, Yang Ze gulped before speaking out.

"OH! You still remember me."

Looking at the smile on her face, Yang Ze shuddered before swallowing the words he was about to speak. In the memories that he just received, this girl in front of him was a tyrant. She would beat him up for even the smallest of mistakes.

"How... How can I forget big sister? You are as beautiful as a fairy, as strong as a heroine, and as wise as a sage."

"Huh...." Wan'er who was about to beat him up was stunned. This guy... He never dared to look at her. Every time, she talked to him, he would reply in fear, yet, today he seemed like a completely different person. It was as if the Yang Ze who woke up wasn't the Yang Ze who went to sleep. It was a weird feeling, but she didn't linger on it for long.

"Hmm... I shall overlook your mistake this time. Get ready, you are already late for practice."

It was at this moment that Yang Ze realized what kind of world he was in. This was a fantasy world where people could practice to get stronger. This was a world where the strong ruled and the weak followed. In his memories, the previous Yang Ze would practice every day with the girl in front of him. But alas, his talent was too bad. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't seem to advance.

In the end, he stopped practicing at all. If not for the fear of this girl in front of him, he wouldn't have bothered to walk out of his room.

"This girl." Looking at the girl in front of him, Yang Ze was overcome with emotions. This girl was the childhood friend of Yang Ze who would stay with him every day. However, unlike him who didn't have any talent. she was one of the most talented youngsters in the city. If not for them to be childhood friends, Yang Ze reckoned that a person like her wouldn't even give him another glance. After all, not only was she talented but also devastatingly beautiful. God knows how many people in the city dreamt of her.

"What are you spacing out for? Let's go... We still need to practice."

"Ugh." With a grunt, Yang Ze slowly stood up.

"Hey, I need to change. My clothes are all wet."

"God damn it. It's not like you are going to melt. You will need that coldness from the water for your practice."

"Okay okay geez." Looking at those eyes that were almost emitting fire, Yang Ze shrugged before walking out with her.

It didn't take long before both of them made their way to the empty ground in front of the house. The ground was roughly three meters in area. By the time they reached there, a number of people were already practicing there. Some of them were kicking in the air, while some of them were boxing. There were even groups of people that were dueling amongst themselves.

As soon as Yang Ze reached the ground, the people stopped in their tracks.

"It's young master."

"YOUNG MASTER, what are you going to practice today?"

"Hehehe, I don't know if I should feel happy for the young master or sad for having such a sweetheart."

"Shhh... Do you want to die? If that tyrant heard you..."

"Poor young master, not only can he not practice, but he also has to deal with that wicked woman."

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"I CAN HEAR YOU ALL BASTARDS. DO YOU ALL WANT TO DIE TOO?"

Hearing all those comments, Wan'er was already fuming with rage. If not for her last shred of sanity, she would have rushed to give them a well-deserved beating.

"And you... What are you looking at? Start with your exercise."

"Okay, okay." Yang Ze shuddered before hurriedly taking a stance according to his memory.

"Wrong."

"Put some goddamn pressure on your legs. Do I need to teach it to you again?"

"Wrong again."

"How can you be so dumb? Can you not even remember the simplest set of exercises that I taught you?"

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"Oh my god, you really are stupid."

"Forget it, I am going home."

Yang Ze who was panting on the ground like a dead dog tried to lift his head with great difficulty. Gritting his teeth, he looked at her back which was slowly disappearing into the distance. Yang Ze tried hard to stand up, but unfortunately, his body was nowhere strong enough to support his actions. It didn't take long before he lost consciousness.

"Oh... The young master fell unconscious again."

"Pick him up... Take him to the house."

"God damn that devil woman... How dare she treats our young master like this. Doesn't she know that young master can not practice?"

"Screw her. If something happens to the young master, we are not going to sit still. He is meant to live peacefully, not spend his time out here."

Soon, the crowd was plunged into chaos.

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"I am?" Opening his eyes with great difficulty, Yang Ze looked around to find himself lying on a soft bed. Around him, he could smell the unique medicinal aroma.

"You are awake." An old man made his way toward Yang Ze before taking his pulse.

"Everything's normal." Nodding his head he continued "Didn't I tell you to practice some easy exercises. Why the hell are you practicing out in this weather for so long?"

"Err..." Yang Ze hesitated for a long time but in the end, shook his head with a smile.

"Hmph. It must be that lass. I am gonna talk to her father." Grumbling, he looked at Yang Ze before speaking further. "You can go now. Your father is waiting for you in his room."

"Thank you." Softly speaking, Yang Ze stood up and walked out of the room.

"A pity." Looking at his departing back, the old man shook his head before getting busy with his work.

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Outside the room, Yang Ze was standing quietly. If one were to observe him, one could still see the hesitation that was written all over his face.

A few hours ago, Yang Ze was still sitting on his school bus going back home, but after opening his eyes, he found himself in this world. It was one thing to come to this new world, but unlike those stories he read online, he didn't seem to have any cheats. There was no grandpa in the ring, no loli living inside some pearl, no mysterious treasure. And if that wasn't enough, he didn't have any talent for practicing.

And now he was about to face the parents of the previous owner of the body. Needless to say, he wasn't feeling particularly excited about the whole situation.

But no matter what he was feeling, he had to face the situation in front of him. There was no way he could keep on avoiding other people. And since he had to meet them sooner or later, then he should do it at the right place and time. Now, since they already wanted to meet him, he should greet them too.

Making up his mind, Yang Ze took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Knock.. knock..."

"Yes. Come in." A hoarse voice that was filled with dignity sounded in his ears.

Without wasting another moment, Yang Ze stepped forward before entering the room.

As soon as he entered the room, Yang Ze was greeted by the sight of a middle-aged man sitting, and just on his left side, was the figure of a middle-aged woman.

"Ze'er you are here." The woman looked at him with a smile before softly speaking.

Yang Ze clenched his fists before giving out a sigh. He then clasped his hands before bowing.

"Father."

"Mother."

"The child greets you."

"Oh! Our Ze'er is becoming a more sensible child."

The woman suddenly laughed in amusement.

"Sigh... Ze'er... Are you really not giving up on practice?"

The middle-aged man who was sitting still finally spoke for the first time.

"This... This child wants to keep on practicing."

Yang Ze didn't want to give up practicing just because he had no talent. In this world, where strength is everything, he didn't want to live a life full of regrets. Practicing and becoming strong was the childhood dream of both his and the previous body owner. There was no way he could just give up.

"Sigh." Looking at his face which was filled with determination, the man shook his head before speaking. "Three days later, the Luan Sect will hold its entrance examination. If you can somehow manage to pass it, then you can continue your journey, but if you fail... Then, my son, I am afraid your journey ends there. Sometimes, we have to think practical and not chase after some pipe dreams."

He gave a long glance to Yang Ze before speaking "I hope you can understand what I am trying to say."

"You can go back. Take a rest and prepare for the exam."

Clenching his fists, Yang Ze didn't speak a word but silently walked out of the room. Right now, this was perhaps his one and only chance to forge his own path. He can not give up, no matter what it might cost.