Martial World

"Young Master is awake!"

Fang Yuan opened his eyes and immediately realized he was lying on a delicate couch. Silky brocade blankets surrounded him, carrying the scent of incense.

Two maids, smiling sweetly and adorned with pearls and jade ornaments, saw him wake and hurried over with a copper basin and teacup, carefully attending to him as he washed up.

Quite the picture of wealth and splendor, though not what I imagined!

Standing before the bronze mirror, Fang Yuan stared for a moment, carefully examining his reflection.

Hmm, his features were handsome, and his face was unblemished. But he looked a little too soft and feminine, and... he had slight bags beneath his eyes, ringed with dark circles. Clearly, he had overindulged in wine and women, leaving his body somewhat depleted.

All in all, according to his memories, this was an idle playboy who couldn't even relieve himself without a pretty maid helping him shake off the last drops.

With a life like this, he hasn't turned into a fat pig. Instead, he's as thin as a rake. That's truly strange. Could his body be too weak?

Fang Yuan set these minor matters aside and carefully sifted through the original owner's memories. Then another thought struck him: Originally... I assumed that all higher-dimensional worlds would be like the Spirit Realm or the Inner Demon Realm. I never expected there to be a world like this! A world of jianghu!

Jianghu! The martial world! That was the true theme of this world.

According to the memories of this young wastrel, the world had no imperial court or other government authorities. Instead, martial sects had risen one after another.

Martial artists could split mountains and crack boulders, travel a thousand miles in a day, and stand against ten thousand men.

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