Chapter 2

Yang Xin, perched at the corner of the bed, surveyed his surroundings with an innate curiosity. As he extended his hands before his gaze, the realization dawned upon him—it was a child's hand, a testament to the profound regression he had undergone in the process of rebirth. Experimenting with tentative steps on the wooden floor, he discerned a stark diminution in his stature, unmistakably embodying the essence of a seven-year-old child.

The house, in its medieval Chinese architecture, exuded a sense of simplicity and elegance. The structure bore the hallmarks of classical design, with ornate wooden carvings adorning the panels and paper windows allowing the soft glow of natural light to permeate the dwelling. Yang Xin explored the medium-sized abode, a testament to a bygone era, each step reverberating with the novelty of youthful exuberance.

Venturing into the bathroom, Yang Xin encountered his reflection in the mirror—a visage adorned with the vestiges of his former self. His black hair cascaded in familiar waves, and his eyes retained their distinctive hue of purple, albeit within the gaze of a much younger countenance. The realization of his newfound youthfulness elicited a contemplative moment, and he mused to himself, "So, this is the chance I get to reach beyond the human realm? I will not waste it; every second is precious."

Resolute in his pursuit of knowledge and strength, Yang Xin declared, "First, I need to see if there are any potions in this house to enhance my Yin—the energy that defines strength, speed, and durability in this world." With determined steps, he navigated through the corridors and arrived at the kitchen.

In the midst of culinary endeavors stood a woman—a paragon of maternal grace. Yang Xin's mother, adorned in attire reflecting the era's cultural richness, wielded an aura of kindness and warmth. Her hair, gracefully styled, framed a countenance marked by gentle lines and an unmistakable familial resemblance. As she stirred a pot with seasoned finesse, the fragrant aroma of nourishing sustenance enveloped the space.

Approaching her with a mix of trepidation and familiarity, Yang Xin's eyes widened as he contemplated the profound implications of this reunion. The woman turned to acknowledge him, her eyes reflecting both maternal love.

Yang Xin, with a swift deduction fueled by the maternal connection, addressed the woman before him, "Mom, do you know where the martial books are in this household?" The woman, identified as Li Xue, responded with a hint of amusement in her eyes, "You don't know? Below your bed, there are martial books suitable for your age. But I thought you didn't like to train or fight."

Undeterred, Yang Xin pressed further, "Are there any potions for training and cultivation?" Li Xue, with a cautionary tone, replied, "There are two next to the books, but don't go using them right now." As Yang Xin nonchalantly moved towards his room, Li Xue mused to herself, "Why is he so weird today?"

Entering his room, Yang Xin closed the doors behind him, enveloping himself in a cocoon of solitude. The ambiance within shifted as the outside world's chatter faded away. In the privacy of his quarters, Yang Xin's thoughts resonated with the magnitude of the decisions that lay before him.

The room, adorned with simple yet symbolic decorations, held an air of nostalgia—the convergence of the past and the present in a seamless continuum. Yang Xin approached his bed, the repository of martial knowledge awaiting his perusal. With a sense of anticipation, he knelt down and retrieved the martial books from beneath, each volume a portal to the cultivation arts that defined his destined path.

As he leafed through the pages, absorbing the wisdom inscribed within, Yang Xin's mind danced with the prospect of unlocking the latent potential within his diminutive frame. The allure of martial prowess, a calling he had once embraced in a different lifetime, beckoned anew. The familiarity of the teachings resonated, yet the vessel that absorbed them was reborn—a convergence of experience and innocence.

Beside the martial tomes, the potions lay in silent repose, promising an augmentation of the corporeal and metaphysical. Li Xue's cautionary words lingered, a reminder of the delicate balance between power and prudence. The room, now a sanctum of revelation, bore witness to Yang Xin's contemplative journey—a seven-year-old grappling with the mysteries of existence, armed with the knowledge of centuries past.

Behind the closed doors, a pivotal chapter unfolded as Yang Xin embarked on the odyssey of self-discovery and martial enlightenment. The interplay of destiny and choice wove the narrative of his reborn existence, a journey that transcended the boundaries of time and memory. The doors, a tangible barrier to the outside world, became a metaphorical threshold—crossed by a child with the aspirations of a sovereign, destined to carve his path through the tapestry of life, reborn and resolute.

Yang Xin, with a sense of purpose, retrieved the two potions and a martial book from beneath his bed. Placing them on the ground, he pondered his next steps, the weight of past experiences echoing in his mind. "In my past life, there were ten martial ranks, each with low, middle, and high peaks. By the end, I reached Martial Artist Rank 9 High Peak. I never thought Rank 10 was possible, only heard legends of such feats. But maybe in this life..." His contemplation trailed off as he sat cross-legged, ready to embark on his cultivation journey.

As he delved into the martial book's teachings, a profound awareness of the immense potential embedded within him surfaced. "With 82 times faster growth, can I transcend even further?" Yang Xin mused. Crossing into a meditative state, he commenced his cultivation, the energy coursing through his being at an unprecedented pace. The surge startled him, prompting an immediate opening of his eyes. "What is this? Is this what 82 times faster growth does? It feels surreal."

In a matter of seconds, he ascended to Martial Artist Rank 2 Low Peak. In awe of his newfound capabilities, Yang Xin decided to test his physical prowess with push-ups and squats. Effortlessly performing a one-finger push-up and a one-leg squat, he marveled at the transformative power coursing through him. An aura enveloped him, a manifestation of the formidable strength he now possessed. Grinning with excitement, he declared, "My entire life, every second of it, I dreamed of this, and now I've got it. I promise to myself—I will not waste it."

Driven by his determination, Yang Xin consumed one of the potions. As the elixir coursed through him, he sat on the ground again, focusing on cultivating his core energy. Core energy, the foundation for holding power, became the focal point of his efforts. Yang Xin concurrently improved his Yin at an accelerated rate, the potion intensifying the synergy between his cultivation and core enhancement. The room bore witness to the extraordinary metamorphosis of a child reborn, infused with the essence of ancient knowledge and the promise of uncharted potential.