"Chen Xuan, thirteen years old, and yet you share my name," mused Chen Xuan, as he gradually pieced together his fragmented memories. Though disjointed, he could make out the rough outlines: "Hongling Town," "Chen Family," "Spirit Realm," "Family," "Grandfather," "Father," "Mother." Chen Xuan began weaving these memories together.

The place he called home now was Hongling Town, where three prominent families held sway: the Chen Family, the Li Family, and the Wu Family. Astonishingly, Chen Xuan realized he was the sole heir of the Chen Family, with his father being Chen Yumu and his mother Qin Yulian. His transformation into this body had occurred when he was passing through a narrow alley in town, struck from behind and rendered unconscious. Had the previous owner of this body offended someone and become the target of revenge? It was audacious to attack in broad daylight; surely there was a plot afoot.

Ten days had elapsed, and Chen Xuan had mostly adjusted to his new form.

"Young Master, you're awake," announced a sixteen or seventeen-year-old maid, her smile brightening the room.

Since Chen Xuan's awakening, the mood around the maid, Ling'er, had lifted as well.

"Ling'er, you're here," greeted Chen Xuan, recognizing her from his past memories as his personal maid, responsible for his daily care.

"It's time for your medicine, Young Master," Ling'er said cheerfully, holding a bowl of herbal soup.

"Ugh, it's so bitter," grimaced Chen Xuan as he swallowed the medicine.

"Good medicine often tastes bitter," Ling'er replied.

"Why haven't my parents visited today?" inquired Chen Xuan after finishing the medicine.

"The Patriarch summoned them. It seems there's some important matter. Since your injury, Madam and Master have been on edge every day and haven't had a peaceful night's sleep," explained Ling'er.

In a grand hall, the atmosphere was tense. Seated at the head was a robust old man radiating authority.

"Have you discovered who dared to harm my grandson?" the old man demanded angrily of those present.

Seated below were seven or eight middle-aged men, stewards of the Chen Family and the sons of the old man, along with some direct descendants.

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"Reporting to the Patriarch, I suspect this matter is malicious, clearly targeting our Chen Family. We must be cautious and vigilant to prevent such incidents from recurring," spoke up a middle-aged man.

"We must investigate thoroughly. Whoever dares to lay a hand on my Chen Family will pay dearly. Spread the word, and in the coming days, try to keep the family members indoors as much as possible," declared the old man, slamming his hand on the armrest of his chair, causing a piece to break off and fall to the ground.

"Yumu, how is Xuan'er doing now?" the old man inquired, his tone softening.

"Father, Xuan'er's condition is stable now. He has already recovered from the danger, and it will take another two or three months for him to fully recover," replied Yumu.

"Good, that's good. You can all leave now. I want some time alone," said the old man, waving his hand to dismiss everyone.

"You cannot go out until your body is fully recovered, Young Master. Wait until you're better before going out," Ling'er stopped Chen Xuan, who was about to leave.

"It's okay, I'm almost recovered. I've been lying in bed for a month, and I'm already tired of it. Some exercise is very beneficial for my body," explained Chen Xuan patiently.

Just as he finished speaking, Chen Xuan's mother approached.

"Forget it, Ling'er, let him go to the courtyard for a while. It's been hard for him to lie in bed for a month," said Chen Xuan's mother, who had been by his side since he woke up, afraid of losing him again. He couldn't move for at least two months, but she didn't expect her son to recover almost completely in just one month.

"Mother, you're here."

"Yes, Ling'er, take him to the courtyard."

Sitting in the courtyard, breathing in the fresh air, Chen Xuan felt refreshed. "Why is the air here so good, without any impurities?" he wondered as he took another deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"It's been a month, and I've basically understood the information about this world. This is not Earth, but it resembles ancient Earth," thought Chen Xuan.

The Land of the Spirits was divided into five regions: the East Wilderness, the South Domain, the West Liang, the North Domain, and the Central State. The place where he lived now was called the North, and there were more than twenty small countries like his, ruled by the Four Great Heavenly Kingdoms. A country like the Open Yuan Kingdom was just a vassal state of the Four Great Heavenly Kingdoms.

There was no modern technology here; everyone practiced martial arts. Powerful martial artists could overturn rivers and seas, hear ants fighting, and swallow qi to break through the body's limits. But not everyone could practice. Most people remained at the acquired realm.

Chen Xuan also learned about the hierarchy of martial artists in this world. Ordinary martial artists were divided into the Acquired Body Refining Realm, with the Acquired Body Refining Realm being divided into nine ranks. Only by breaking through to the ninth rank could one achieve the Spiritual Martial Realm. Chen Xuan's grandfather, Chen Batian, had broken through to the ninth rank of the Acquired Body Refining Realm and reached the Spiritual Martial Realm, so he had established a foothold in Hongling Town.

His father was at the ninth rank of the Acquired Body Refining Realm, while Chen Xuan himself was only at the second rank of the Acquired Body Refining Realm. Chen Xuan learned all this from Ling'er; he dared not ask his father, afraid of revealing his secret.

Ling'er also told him that his physical fitness was not good. He was already thirteen years old and only at the second rank, and it was only after consuming many days of heaven and earth treasures that he had reached the first rank.

Chen Xuan brought his thoughts back and sighed, "Transmigration, why didn't you pick a better body?"

He recalled the martial arts he had practiced: the "Changchun Art," intermediate level of the Yellow Grade. His father had also taught him a set of boxing techniques, the "Wind and Thunder Fist," also an intermediate level of the Yellow Grade.

Chen Xuan had asked his father why there were still divisions within the Yellow Grade. His father explained that not only were there divisions in the Yellow Grade, but all martial arts and techniques were divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow. Each level was further divided into upper, middle, and lower grades, with the upper corresponding to high level, the middle to intermediate level, and the lower to low level. The best martial arts of our family is called the "Tiger Roar Art," which is at the high level of the Yellow Grade and can only be practiced by your grandfather himself, as the town's martial art.