Soul Transmigration: The Little Constable

The old room was simply furnished, with no extra decorations. A pale-faced youth lay on an antique bed.

The youth was about sixteen or seventeen, handsome, with a face that held a contradictory beauty of sternness and softness. But now, he was bloodless and seemed to be on his last breath.

"Cough... cough..." A faint cough sounded, and the youth weakly opened his eyes. His eyes held confusion and bewilderment.

Ye Yun was a well-educated socialist youth of the 21st century. While hiking, he missed a step and felt a sensation of falling. When he opened his eyes, it was a haze, but this state lasted for quite some time.

Ye Yun didn't know when his consciousness fell into slumber. When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was an antique bed frame.

"Hiss..." His whole body ached, and he had no strength at all.

Just as he was about to recall what had happened, his brain felt like it was being pricked by needles, and his soul trembled.

The pain from his soul caused Ye Yun's body to tense up, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Creak." The sound of a door opening was heard. An old servant walked in, carrying a bowl of medicinal soup. Seeing Ye Yun awake, he immediately and anxiously inquired about Ye Yun's condition, his worried expression seeming genuine.

Ye Yun, whose brain felt like it was being pricked by needles, recovered his senses. He knew he had transmigrated, and it was a soul transmigration. He had just merged with the original body's memories and realized that the old servant before him was Uncle Fu, who had taken care of him since childhood and treated him like a grandson.

Ye Yun's family was originally an official one. His grandfather was a fourth-rank officer under a veteran general of the current dynasty. However, ten years ago, during the Battle of Yun Mountain, he was severely injured, and his rank dropped from third to sixth.

Just as the old man resigned and returned to his hometown, they were ambushed, and no one accompanying him survived.

What's more, that very night, under the dark and windy moon, the Ye Family was annihilated.

Ye Yun's father, Ye Chen, was originally a dissolute young man who frequented places of pleasure. That night, he was indulging with friends at the Wind and Moon Pavilion and escaped the disaster.

When he returned that night and saw his entire family wiped out, with corpses strewn everywhere, he was heartbroken.

At that time, Ye Yun was only six years old. His father, worried about his son, searched the entire courtyard, not finding his son's body, and was anxious.

"Hehehe, as expected, there's a survivor. Hand over the True Martial Secret Manual, and I'll leave you with your corpse."

Just then, a voice rang out. Several figures in night-blooming clothes surrounded Ye Chen's father.

Although Ye Chen's father was a dissolute youth, he had considerable talent in martial arts. At a young age, he had already reached the seventh rank.

Under the siege of several black-clothed men, Ye Chen's father fought fiercely, barely holding his own. However, as time went on, he inevitably ran out of energy and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Ye Chen's father fought and retreated, all the way from the Ye mansion to the back mountain. The black-clothed men pursued him relentlessly. By the time they reached the cliff at the back mountain, Ye Chen's father had already sustained several stab wounds.

Seeing the enemies pressing in, he leaped off the cliff, disappearing from their sight, his fate unknown.

That night, the six-year-old Ye Yun knew his grandfather was returning home. He had begged Uncle Fu to take him to the street corner to welcome him, but they waited and waited, and his grandfather's carriage never appeared. Seeing that it was getting late, Uncle Fu wanted to take Ye Yun back.

Ye Yun cherished his grandfather's affection for him and was sure he would bring him lots of delicious food and fun toys.

So, he insisted on waiting. But it was too late, and there were no pedestrians on the road. Uncle Fu, fearing danger, took young Ye Yun back to the mansion.

As they reached the outer wall of the courtyard, they heard sounds of fighting. Uncle Fu quickly hugged Ye Yun and hid in a corner, using the surrounding clutter to conceal them.

Even after the sounds of fighting stopped, Uncle Fu didn't dare to act rashly. He even heard Ye Chen's father return and be surrounded by the black-clothed men. Uncle Fu tightly covered Ye Yun's mouth, not daring to make a sound.

It wasn't until dawn that he took Ye Yun away, thus escaping the disaster.

Ten years passed, and Ye Yun had always wanted to find the killers and avenge his family. Upon reaching adulthood, he was determined to become a constable and investigate the case files from that year, looking into the massacre, but he found nothing.

Throughout his life, Ye Yun's talent was mediocre. He had practiced martial arts but never reached a rank, and not being able to find the killers was his lifelong regret.

If he had extraordinary martial arts talent and powerful martial arts strength, he would definitely have been exposed to higher circles, been able to find out the reason for the massacre faster, and avenged his family.

Ye Yun's mind was in chaos now. He only remembered that a few days ago, he and his fellow constables were hunting down bandits. Suddenly, there were more than a dozen bandits. Fortunately, the captain was a ranked martial artist. Even so, they lost several colleagues before defeating the bandits.

Ye Yun himself was also injured by a palm strike from the ranked martial artist bandit leader during this mission. He was on the verge of death and was carried home. With good treatment and Uncle Fu's meticulous care, he managed to save his life.

"Yun'er, you're awake. Where else do you feel uncomfortable? You scared this old servant to death. If anything had happened to you, how could I explain it to the master in the afterlife?" Uncle Fu said sadly.

"Uncle Fu, my mind is very confused right now. I want to be alone," Ye Yun said weakly.

Uncle Fu could see that Ye Yun needed to rest well. He immediately instructed Ye Yun, "Wherever you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me," and then he withdrew from the room.

Ye Yun stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought. After a long while, he came back to his senses and murmured, "Forget it. Since I'm here, I'll stay."

It was a pity that the original body had no martial arts talent at all. He had practiced martial arts since childhood but never felt the flow of Qi, so his martial arts never reached a rank.

Although martial arts were prevalent in the Great Zhou Dynasty, ranked martial artists were very few.

Martial arts were divided into nine ranks. Ranks nine, eight, and seven were beginner-level martial artists. Ranks six, five, and four were intermediate-level martial artists. Ranks three, two, and one were advanced-level martial artists.

In Chun'an County, where Ye Yun was located, ranked martial artists were even rarer.

Why were there so few ranked martial artists? Firstly, all martial arts techniques in the world were monopolized. The most basic and lowest-level martial arts techniques were out of reach for ordinary people.

Secondly, there was martial arts talent. Even if you had martial arts techniques, without martial arts talent, you would be like Ye Yun, who had not felt the flow of Qi to this day and could not become a ranked martial artist.

Do not underestimate ranked martial artists. Ranked martial artists stored essence, their skin was as tough as oxhide, their bones and muscles resonated, and their blood flowed like mercury.

When essence was full, it overflowed and merged into the bloodline. Blood Qi permeated the body, which was called the ninth rank of martial arts.

In this bandit hunting mission, only the leading constable was a ranked martial artist. His strength alone could suppress ordinary mountain bandits in the vicinity.

The other constables were also skilled in martial arts. Although they were not ranked, they had practiced martial arts for many years and could defeat fierce beasts like wolves and jackals.

Even with such a team, they suffered heavy casualties when facing ordinary bandits this time, and the bandits escaped. There must be something fishy going on.

Although Ye Yun's martial arts talent was mediocre and he had not felt the flow of Qi, thus his martial arts had not reached a rank, he had diligently practiced martial arts over the years. Although he couldn't compare to ranked martial artists, he could still contend with ordinary martial artists.

This time, he was no match for the bandits, and it was likely that the person who injured him was a ninth-rank martial artist.

Moreover, at that time, he felt that these bandits seemed to be at ease in the encirclement and moved freely when they escaped. Considering all this, Ye Yun concluded that this matter was definitely not simple.