The Path to Enlightenment Begins with Defending the City

When Yang Tian opened his eyes, he found himself lying on an ancient canopy bed, fragrant with the faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air. For a moment, he was dazed. Where am I?

On the writing desk, the feeble glow of an oil lamp flickered in the breeze drifting through the window, as though it might be snuffed out at any instant. Judging by the light outside, it was daytime.

Wasn’t I supposed to be dead?

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head, making him clutch it with both hands as his mind spun. Only after a long while did he recover.

So I’ve crossed over to another world!

What he had just experienced was the influx of his predecessor’s memories—fragmented, chaotic images rapidly merging together.

Yang Tian, second son of the Champion Marquis of Qin.

Earlier that day, urgent news had arrived from the frontier—a calamity. The Champion Marquis and his eldest son, who had been guarding the border, had fallen to enemy blades. On learning of this, the former Yang Tian was overwhelmed with grief and rage, lost control of his martial cultivation, and died coughing blood on the spot. It was at that instant that Yang Tian from Earth crossed over.

A seamless transition.

To outsiders, the previous self did not die—he had merely fainted.

Now, having absorbed all the memories, Yang Tian felt his scalp tingle and cold sweat break out over his body. His predecessor was not so fragile; the deaths of his father and brother alone should not have been enough to kill him.

The fatal blow lay elsewhere: the co