O Jovem Mestre Louco

“Li Wenxuan! Get your damned self out here, now!”
Outside the battered, slanted wooden door, this arrogant and unruly shout jolted the young man from his deep slumber on the dilapidated wooden bed.

So cold!

A bone-chilling wave swept over him.

Through the broken window, faintly, he could see swirling snow.

What’s happening?

As he lay there, confusion filled his mind.

Suddenly, an overwhelming flood of unfamiliar memories surged forth—

“Ah—”

Li Wenxuan, who had once been a martial arts grandmaster, accustomed to enduring pain—he could break bones and merely grunt—but this soul-rending agony was beyond anything he’d ever felt. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he nearly cried out.

“I’ve… crossed over? This is Wu, a parallel world much like ancient China?”

“This person shares my name, but his fate was tragic…”

Clutching his head, Li Wenxuan gritted his teeth, enduring the agony of merging memories.

His predecessor was the illegitimate son of Li Hu, the General of the Western Garrison, conceived in drunken lust with a beautiful woman abducted from the plains. At the age of ten, during a bitter winter, his stepmother, Lady Cui, forced him to hang himself.

Six years had passed.

In that time, Lady Cui invented countless ways to torment Li Wenxuan: first banishing him to the woodshed, then depriving him of food and clothing. Now winter had come. With snow falling, Lady Cui not only withheld his winter clothes but ordered her second son, Li Sicheng, to throw him into the well, where he froze