"My lower body hurts a little!"
Aaron slowly opened his eyes, sensing that something was off.
He seemed to be lying on the ground, and the feeling in his lower body was decidedly unpleasant—a wave of pain was coming from there.
"Thank goodness it wasn't the front. Could it be hemorrhoids?"
With a turn of thought, the spirituality that had accompanied Aaron's descent swiftly began repairing his body, and the strange sensation rapidly faded.
Only then did he have the mind to observe his surroundings.
This appeared to be a ruined temple. A cold wind howled outside, while not far away, a group of people huddled around a bonfire. Every one of them was dressed in rags, strips of cloth wrapped around their bodies, some still seeping blood.
"Brother Bai, you're awake?"
Beside him, a young girl in a red padded jacket, her jet-black hair braided into two plaits, cried out in delight.
"You are... Xiao Huan?!"
Aaron murmured as though something had struck him, and a flood of memories surfaced in his mind.
The Xuan Dynasty, family, martial school, rebellion!
So much information was enough to make any transmigrator choke and roll their eyes.
But Aaron merely closed his eyes and accepted those memories and knowledge in an orderly manner.
That was right!
This body belonged to a rebel!
It was now the ninety-first year of Great Xuan!
After Great Xuan had seized the realm, it banned martial arts throughout the land and issued a weapon-confiscation decree! Any violator was deemed a rebel, and their entire family would be executed!
Naturally, this had won it little support. Across the land, martial sects, heroic young warriors, and rebels rising in revolt were too numerous to count.
This Bai Zhu was one such hot-blooded youth.
He had grown up in a