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Chapter One: A Dream of Returning to the Tang Dynasty
Chapter 1
Late at night, inside a dilapidated house without even a roof, an old man was carrying a pile of firewood, adding it to the fire in front of him. In the firelight, his face revealed his advanced age; his hair was gray, and his face was weathered. However, his eyes were bright and piercing, and his movements showed no signs of old age.
The dim firelight barely illuminated the entire room. In the corner of the room, a young man, half-naked, could be seen lying on a pile of dry grass, whether unconscious or fast asleep, it was unclear.
He added a few more pieces of firewood, making the fire burn a little brighter. The old man put down the firewood he was holding, walked over to the young man, and touched his forehead. After a moment, he withdrew his hand.
"Still a tough nut to crack..."
Muttering to himself, he pulled a tattered, illegible piece of clothing from under himself and covered the young man with it. Then he sat back down in the fire, took out a grayish-black flatbread-like object, and put it on the fire to roast.
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Lu Xuan felt a splitting headache, as if the back of his head had cracked open. He was dizzy and weak all over. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt glued shut. He tried to touch the back of his head, but the moment he moved, his whole body trembled. He then realized that it wasn't just a headache, but pain throughout his entire body, as if every bone in his body was broken.
What happened? He tried hard to recall. But his mind was a mess, completely unable to concentrate or think about even the simplest thing. After struggling for a while, an irresistible fatigue washed over him, and Lu Xuan fainted again.
When he woke up again, he only saw a dim, flickering light in front of him. He was stunned for a while before he realized that it was a burning fire.
Looking closer, I saw an old man sitting by the fire. He was dressed in some kind of tattered, ancient-style clothing. He was eating something in his hand with great relish.
Lu Xuan took a moment to steady his vision. Then he looked around, trying to figure out where he was. Just then, a sharp pain shot through his brain again. A series of messages followed.
"Ah..." Lu Xuan couldn't help but scream. He collapsed onto the straw again, his whole body convulsing.
The old man standing nearby sighed. Then he took out a tattered cloth, soaked it in a water vat next to him, and went over to place it on Lu Xuan's forehead.
The sudden coolness eased Lu Xuan's convulsions somewhat. His consciousness gradually returned to his own control.
"Thank you," he said weakly. Just now, he had remembered most of what had happened. Yes, he had transmigrated.
Lu Xuan was originally a working-class man in the city. He worked a regular job during the day and did some freelance writing on the internet at night. Although it was tiring, the income was quite good. Without a girlfriend, he lived a very comfortable life on his own.
He spends his time browsing forums, occasionally popping into the comment sections of other novels to either express envy or simply hurl insults. That's right, he also has a third job: keyboard warrior.
Whether it was from reading too many novels or from criticizing too harshly, he offended some unknown entity. In any case, he woke up to find himself transported to another world.
He transmigrated to an ancient town. He didn't know which dynasty it was, or even where he was. Most terrifyingly, it seemed to be some kind of lawless frontier. Suffering from frozen shoulder, cervical spondylosis, and other occupational ailments common in online novel writing, Lu Xuan had never encountered such a place where the true law of the jungle prevailed.
So he failed on the very first day.
Because of his accent, he could hardly understand either the Han Chinese or the non-Han Chinese. Forget about finding work; even when he begged, no one could understand what he was saying.
He was in a small town. Almost everyone walking on the streets carried a knife. Lu Xuan could smell blood from two meters away in
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