Ye Wen was in a trance, dizziness, and darkness. He couldn't even feel his own body and limbs. It was as if he had become a severely paralyzed patient.

He didn't know what had happened. At the same time, he couldn't remember what had caused him to become like this.

But then, a sharp pain from his chest made his whole body tremble. It was followed by a feeling of weightlessness. Then, a collision from behind and a loud sound in his ears made him regain some consciousness.

Bang!

Compared to the feeling of being stuffed in a jar, Ye Wen now felt pain all over his body. But he was happy that he could finally feel the existence of his body.

However, his body didn't seem to be in a good condition. The pain on his body was secondary. His mind was slightly clear-headed from the pain just now. After a short while, he fell into a trance again. He felt that he might soon return to darkness again.

In a trance, a young woman in an ancient dress looked at Ye Wen with a complicated expression. At that moment, Ye Wen had a thought: Am I dead? Is this fairy-like beauty a ghost servant who's here to collect my soul? This was a slightly inexplicable thought.

Just as he didn't have time to laugh at his own inexplicable thought, his vision turned black again. Then, he fell into darkness once again …

Just after Ye Wen fainted, a person suddenly stepped forward. The large sword in his hand slashed straight at Ye Wen. If it wasn't for the woman, whom Ye Wen called the Soul Captivating Fairy, stretched out her long sword and tilted the long sword. The long sword brushed past Ye Wen's arm and fell to the ground, Ye Wen's soul would have returned to the underworld before he could understand what was going on.

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"My senior brother has already fainted. Are you going to kill him?" The woman in the ancient dress held the long sword in her hand horizontally. Her long, shapely eyebrows were furrowed. She was quite imposing.

Even the man who had just sent Ye Wen flying with a palm strike and was about to rush forward and stab him was shocked by the woman's aura and did not dare to casually step forward.

The two of them confronted each other for a moment. Then, the man threw the broadsword in his hand and rested it on his shoulder. He smiled and said, "Heroine Ning, you must be joking. We are only here to compete in martial arts. We are not here to kill! But now that the outcome has been decided, this wager … "

"Senior Brother and I will keep our promise!"

After saying this, he sheathed his sword and walked to the side of the unconscious Ye Wen. After looking at him for a while with a conflicted expression, he let out a long sigh and helped Ye Wen up. He then carried Ye Wen with his shoulder and left the place.

Behind him, people were saying, "Is this the leader of the Book Mountain Sect? You're really trash! " "Brother Zhang only used three moves to knock this kid out. How can such a person become the leader of a sect?" "Let's not talk about other things. To lose the territory of his own sect in three moves, there is no need for such a sect to exist …" "It's a pity for that woman. I didn't think that such a small sect would have such a beauty …"

These words made her feel very complicated. She asked in a low voice, "Master … why did he pass the position of the sect leader to senior brother?" But she did not know who she was asking.

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The unconscious Ye Wen only felt discomfort all over his body. Moreover, he kept having dreams. These dreams seemed to be talking about the same person. It was just that the dreams were fragmented and disjointed. He was unable to connect these messy things together.

The only thing he could remember clearly were some parts of his practice. Perhaps this was related to his past experiences.

As someone who was born at the end of the 20th century and grew up at the turn of the century, Ye Wen's life experience was not different from most young people.

Kindergarten, preschool, primary school, high school, and even university — if there were no accidents, he would officially enter society after the summer and start a new life.

The only difference was that Ye Wen had been fond of martial arts since he was young. This made Father Ye, who was full of expectations for his son to study hard and use the word "Wen" as his name, feel very helpless.

Ever since he was young, he had never let go of anything that he could learn, be it Karate or Taiji Fist. Although many of the things that were taught were just for show and couldn't be used in a fight, this kid couldn't help but go out and fight with people every few days to increase his experience.

This situation became more serious after Father Ye, who had single-handedly raised him, passed away in a car accident. He even almost got into big trouble.

Fortunately, this kid finally went on the right path and was admitted to university. Moreover, he kept a low profile in university and did not get into any trouble.

However, he did not expect that when he was about to graduate, something would happen after he drank with his friends. Ye Wen groggily opened his eyes. After looking back and forth for a while, he still could not connect the situation he was in with what happened a few days ago.

He sat up on the bed. The hard feeling under his body did not make him feel uncomfortable. He was used to sleeping on soft beds and had never experienced what it felt like to lie on a hard bed like this.

This time, in this inexplicable situation, he unexpectedly experienced it. It did not feel so bad.

Looking at himself, he felt that he seemed to be different, but he also felt that the hands in front of him were very familiar. This situation continued until he noticed the br