Zhao Sheng awoke from unconsciousness without imdiately opening his eyes.
The surroundings were very quiet, with a faint fragrance lingering in the air, sowhat like sandalwood with a hint of rouge scent.
"I’m not dead?"
With a hint of doubt in his heart, Zhao Sheng quietly opened his eyes. What he saw were cloth drapes, carved railings, embroidered quilts, and by the bedside, a young girl with her hair styled in two buns.
It turned out he was lying in bed. He raised his arm and put it in front of his eyes, seeing a fair, delicate hand that was completely unfamiliar and definitely not his own.
"Have I transmigrated? Or perhaps... seized soone else’s body."
With these thoughts, Zhao Sheng suddenly sat up in bed, feeling the weakness and powerlessness of this body, he couldn’t help but be both shocked and doubtful.
The originally invincible True Body was gone?
Not only that, but he also couldn’t sense even a trace of the Primordial Spirit.
At this mont, he was utterly and completely an ordinary mortal.
Having experienced countless bizarre events, Zhao Sheng quickly regained his calm and slowly began to observe the room’s furnishings.
At this mont, his movents startled the young girl sleeping beside the bed.
She rubbed her eyes, looked up, and upon seeing the young master sitting on the bed, exclaid with joy: "Young Master, you’re finally awake. I’ll go notify the Master and Madam."
Saying this, the young girl quickly stood up, deftly turned, and ran out of the room, leaving Zhao Sheng no ti to stop her.
Half an hour later, Zhao Sheng, dressed in a brand-new embroidered robe, was sitting at a large round table filled with delicious dishes.
At the round table, there were two other people seated. On the left was a broad, fat middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion. On the right sat a middle-aged woman with a kind and gentle deanor.
These two were Zhao Sheng’s apparent "father" and "mother."
By this ti, Zhao Sheng had already received the residual mories of this body and had a preliminary understanding of the surrounding situation.
"He" was nad Zhao Gongzhuo, born into a wealthy landlord family, the only son, and was exactly eighteen years old this year.
The family primarily dealt in rice, flour, grain, and oil, with five shops and three hundred acres of paddy fields, making them quite wealthy.
Zhao Sheng, having just recovered from a serious illness, was already famished. Facing the table full of delicacies, he couldn’t resist moving his fingers, imdiately picking up chopsticks to grab at and eat heartily.
"May the old immortal bless my son with peace. Tomorrow we must certainly return to the temple to fulfill our vow, Infinite Heavenly Venerate, bless us!" The middle-aged woman looked indulgently at her son eating heartily, clasped her hands together, and repeatedly bowed in gratitude.
Beside her, the middle-aged rich man also patiently reminded, "Zhuo’er, you’ve just recovered, so don’t et those disreputable friends of yours lately. If they hadn’t enticed you, how would you have slipped and nearly drowned?"
"Mmm." Zhao Sheng casually responded to his parents while continuing to eat.
The al took a full hour.
After eating and drinking to his heart’s content, Zhao Sheng chatted with his parents for a while and finally smoothly sent them off.
Seeing his parents leave one after another, Zhao Sheng sat for a while and then suddenly got up and walked out of the main hall.
As soon as he stepped outside, a young man approached carefully and asked, "Young Master, where are you going?"
Zhao Sheng glanced at the person and said indifferently, "I’ve been lying in bed for many days and I’m already tired of it. I’m going out to visit a friend later, you don’t need to follow ."
"This... How can that be? The Master specifically instructed to keep a good watch on the Young Master. How can you go out alone? If sothing were to happen, I absolutely cannot bear the responsibility." Chen San, upon hearing this, was anxious and hurriedly pleaded.
The young man’s na was Chen San, born in the household, with his father being the main steward of the manor.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would beco the next main steward.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng nonchalantly nodded, "Alright, if you want to follow, then follow. But let make it clear. When accompanying , try to speak less and observe more. Also, I don’t like my father knowing about what I do. If you report to him, there’s no need to follow anymore."
Hearing this, Chen San’s face turned pained but he nodded begrudgingly, "Young Master’s words, Chen San rembers."
Mmm!
Zhao Sheng nodded slightly and then proceeded toward the front courtyard.
Seeing this, Chen San hurriedly followed behind.
...
Mingxi Town was a rather prosperous Jiangnan water village, with a dense water network. Nurous small rivers andered through not just the streets and alleys, but also ford waterways.
In the distance, stone arch bridges spanned the river surfaces, built entirely of green bricks and white stones, exceptionally sturdy, said to last a hundred years without collapsing.
The river water under the bridge was crystal clear, filled with countless swimming fish, with willows swaying along the banks and a gentle breeze blowing through.
Walking along the riverbank, a bluestone road stretched forward along the riverside, flanked by dense shops, including pharmacies, bookshops, coffin shops, grain and oil stores, as well as restaurants and inns.
The streets were bustling with people, most of whom were in a hurry, with only a few looking cheerful, strolling leisurely.
Zhao Sheng was among them.
After a while, he arrived at the top of a stone arch bridge, leaning against the stone rail to look over the river below, he saw a black awning boat approaching slowly from afar, passing under the bridge.
Apart from the old boatman, there was a dignified middle-aged scholar on board, wearing a long robe of cypress green, with a Jade Pendant hanging from his waist, who happened to look up.
Their gazes t and surprisingly, didn’t separate for so ti.
Zhao Sheng’s pupils contracted, his gaze fell directly on the person’s forehead, where a large character "Feng" was etched.
The writing was crimson, like dripping blood, appearing very familiar.
Suddenly, Zhao Sheng touched his own forehead but felt nothing.
His expression changed, and he imdiately walked down the arch bridge to the riverside, where the river surface clearly reflected his face.
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