Qin Yi's body convulsed violently as he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and jolted awake.

"What...?"

His mind was a swirling fog of nausea-inducing fragments—Tai Xuan Martial Academy, the Tian Yuan Continent, the Qin Family...

Shaking his head to clear the haze, he took in his surroundings and immediately felt a prickle of unease.

He was in an exquisitely antique room, surrounded by traditional Chinese architecture—ornate wooden tables, meticulously pruned potted plants, intricately carved doorways adorned with elaborate patterns. Even the faint scent of sandalwood incense lingered in the air.

"Was I kidnapped? Or... what happened?"

Qin Yi furrowed his brows, utterly bewildered by his situation.

But just then, another flood of memories crashed into his mind—memories that weren’t his. They belonged to the original owner of this body!

*"Reaching the third level of Body Refinement at just thirteen—in the Great Xia Dynasty, Xiao Yi is truly a once-in-a-generation genius!"*

*"Yi-gege, promise you’ll marry me someday!"*

*"The prodigy Qin Yi had his meridians shattered! Now he’s nothing but a cripple!"*

*"Hopeless. Unless a Xiantian master intervenes, there’s no saving him."*

*"Qin Yi, still acting like a genius? You’re nothing but an ant beneath this young master’s feet now!"*

*"Daring to steal from me? Beat him! Beat him to death!"*

*"Aaaah—!"*

In an instant, Qin Yi assimilated the original memories of this body's owner and grasped his current situation.

"I've crossed over... and even taken over someone else's body!"

For Qin Yi, who was well-versed in online lore, the concept of "soul possession" wasn't entirely unfamiliar.

The human body was like a dwelling—a vessel for the soul. To devour another's spirit and implant one's own into their body was the essence of soul possession.

And now, Qin Yi had seized this body, granting himself a new lease on life.

"Never thought I'd be reborn this way... Before this, I was beaten to death!"

The Tianyuan Continent was vastly different from Earth. Here, martial arts civilization flourished to an extraordinary degree. In this era, every individual possessed the potential to cultivate martial prowess. With sufficiently powerful inner energy, feats like moving mountains, draining seas, or even plucking stars from the sky were within reach.

The extreme prosperity of martial arts also led to an exceptionally rigid hierarchy in this world. To become nobility, to wield authority, one needed overwhelming strength—only then could others be compelled to submit.

Qin Yi's family was a prime example. The Qin Clan stood as one of the most powerful noble houses in the Great Xia Dynasty.

Within the dynasty, four great clans and seven minor clans jointly supported the ruling Xia family, governing vast territories under the Great Xia's banner.

The Xia Dynasty was immense, teeming with countless martial experts, each a formidable force in their own right. It was through such warriors that humanity had carved out habitable lands in a world overrun by monstrous beasts.

Martial prowess was revered in this world, and as one of the four great clans, the Qin family's strength was undeniable. From Qin Yi's grandfather down to his father and uncles, every generation had produced elite warriors who dominated the battlefield.

Even in Qin Yi's generation, prodigies continued to emerge.

Qin Yi himself had once been among the most outstanding, inheriting the Qin bloodline's superior traits and possessing extraordinary martial talent. He should have stood at the forefront, basking in the admiration of others.

But at the age of thirteen, his meridians were shattered, stripping him of all his cultivated power in an instant.

With his meridians severed and his cultivation reduced to nothingness, Qin Yi had plummeted to the lowest point of his life. Once a prodigious talent, he had now become the target of everyone's scorn and ridicule.

Not long ago, he had been beaten to death in a fight over an object, only to be brought back to his family as a lifeless corpse.

"Damn it! Why did I have to reincarnate at this moment? Am I destined to be a laughingstock, mocked and ridiculed for the rest of my life? No! I refuse to accept this!"

The mere thought of his future filled Qin Yi's eyes with blazing fury, his rage so intense it threatened to consume him.

Just as his anger reached its peak, a sharp, throbbing pain erupted in his chest.

Startled, Qin Yi tore open his robe—only to see a swirling jade disc embedded in his flesh, slowly merging into his body.

His heart lurched in terror. How could a solid jade disc penetrate his body? If it fully fused with him, he’d surely die right here!

Desperate, he clawed at the disc, but in a flash, it vanished completely into his body.

Sweat beaded on his forehead. *You’ve got to be kidding me. Did I reincarnate just to be killed by this damn thing?*

He braced himself for the worst, but after a tense moment, nothing happened. Instead of destroying him, the disc pulsed with a warm energy, revitalizing his weakened body.

Qin Yi blinked in disbelief. *Could this actually be… a treasure?*

Then it hit him—this was the very object he had fought and died for.

"You wretched disc!" he muttered bitterly. "Because of you, I was framed and beaten to death. And now you have the nerve to burrow into my body without warning? What kind of twisted fate is this?"

Frustration gnawed at him. Who could he even complain to about this absurdity?

"Enough, enough. Coming back to life is already the greatest fortune. Who cares about the rest?"

Qin Yi shook his head, pushing the thoughts aside. Night had fallen, and he couldn't be bothered to dwell on anything else. Turning over, he lay down, intending to get some sleep first.

As Qin Yi drifted into slumber, the jade disc on his chest began to rotate slowly. Faint streams of light shimmered from its surface, flickering briefly before gradually settling back into stillness.

That night, Qin Yi slept deeply and soundly. In the haze of dreams, he found himself standing before a small thatched hut. The structure was simple, almost crude, yet the moment he laid eyes on it, an inexplicable emotion stirred within him.

Somehow, he sensed that this hut wasn’t built by human hands—it seemed to have grown naturally from the earth, embodying a harmony with the Dao itself.

The thought barely formed when, as if compelled, he reached out and pushed open the door, stepping inside.

Beyond the threshold stood an elderly man with an ethereal, immortal aura, gazing at Qin Yi with a faint smile.

Qin Yi froze in surprise, only to hear the old man speak slowly, "Fellow Daoist, your path has arrived."

With that, the elder raised a finger and pointed. Instantly, the entire space collapsed, revealing a bizarre singularity that devoured everything in its wake.

Qin Yi jolted in shock, his world spinning as the strange vortex swallowed his surroundings, reducing everything to nothingness.

In the blink of an eye, a flood of memories surged into his mind. A sharp pain exploded in his head, nearly knocking him unconscious.

But he clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his hands, forcing himself to endure the agony.

When the storm finally subsided, Qin Yi's face was slightly pale, yet his eyes gleamed with excitement.

The vast torrent of information in his mind was none other than a peerless cultivation technique!

The technique swirled in Qin Yi's mind, leaving an indelible impression.

Of course, if it were merely an extraordinary martial art, it wouldn’t have excited Qin Yi so much. The real shock was that this technique required severing one’s meridians and starting cultivation anew!

The method that had appeared in Qin Yi’s consciousness was truly unparalleled. It explicitly stated that the practitioner must first sever all the meridians in their body and even teeter on the brink of death before they could begin mastering this art.

Only by destroying one’s meridians and then rebuilding them from scratch could one truly harness the formidable power of this technique.

The method was simply too violent and overwhelming—every wisp of its energy was unbearably intense. If the meridians were too weak, they would shatter under the strain, destroying the practitioner’s body instead. But once mastered, a mere flick of the wrist could obliterate stars and galaxies!

"This sounds just like the legendary 'Divine Transposition' technique from Gu Long’s novels—severing meridians to rebuild them, only to emerge even more terrifying!"

The pinnacle of martial philosophy, the Divine Transposition! Unrivaled under heaven, who dares challenge it?

The technique had no name—only this fragmented memory lingered in Qin Yi’s mind. Without hesitation, he decided: since it was nameless, he would call it the Divine Transposition. That way, he would always remember—to become a hero like Yan Nantian from *The Legendary Twins*, a swordsman of peerless might.