Overlord of the Martial Realm

The scent of ancient wood and something vaguely floral clung to the air, a peculiar comfort for a room so unfamiliar. Li Xiaoyao opened his eyes to a world that was both new and unsettlingly familiar. A faint, bitter smile touched his lips.

“This could be considered a narrow escape from death, right?” he murmured, the bitterness quickly giving way to a hint of triumph. He was no longer the student from Earth, but reborn into the body of another Li Xiaoyao, here on the vast Shenzhou Continent.

Frustration, not with his transmigration, but with the 'useless young master' he had become, gnawed at him. A world where strength ruled, where even the weakest could shatter stone, and the strong could cleave mountains. His predecessor, a mocked outer disciple of the Canghai Sect, had been beaten and left for dead. But now, that lingering soul had merged with his own.

“Since I have been given a second chance, I won't let history repeat itself,” Li Xiaoyao vowed, clenching his fists. This time, he would not be bullied. This time, he would rise.