He woke up
He didn't know where he was. The room around him was lavish—everything shimmered with an almost ethereal glow. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a young woman stepped in. Her eyes were a clear, striking blue, and she wore flowing white robes.
"Young Master, you've finally woken up," she said softly.
Lin Ming Yue's eyes flickered open, still hazy with confusion. His surroundings felt foreign—luxurious yet unfamiliar. Silken curtains drifted gently with the breeze, and the faint scent of spirit incense lingered in the air. Everything sparkled, from the polished jade floor to the carved golden pillars that lined the walls.
He sat up slowly, his gaze darting across the grand chamber. Where... am I?
Footsteps echoed softly. The door slid open, and a young woman stepped inside. Her eyes were a deep, shimmering blue—clear as the morning sky. She wore elegant white robes embroidered with silver threads that glowed faintly under the light. Her expression was calm yet filled with relief.
"Young Master," she said softly, bowing slightly, "you've finally woken up."
Lin Ming Yue's brow furrowed. Young Master? He looked at her, confusion tightening his chest.
"Who are you?" he asked, his tone low but steady. "And where am I?"
The woman straightened, her hands folded neatly in front of her. "I am your caretaker, Shu Xi Yang," she replied. "You are in the Jade Palm Palace."
Lin Ming Yue froze. "Jade Palm Palace…?" he repeated under his breath, disbelief flickering across his face.
In his previous life, he had wandered through countless sects, empires, and forbidden lands—but he had never once heard of a place called Jade Palm Palace.
A chill ran down his spine. Did the world change after my death… or have I awoken in a time that never existed before?
The flickering light of the spirit lamp cast long shadows across the room as the truth began to settle in his mind.
This was not his world anymore.
He saw his face in mirror he was shocked
Seeing another face it was different his face bright and pale he was weak he could not stand caretaker shu xi yang helped him
He thought what happened did something go bad while reborning in the time 1000 yrs in the past but where he was he asked the caretaker what was the era On going now
She said azure leaf era his eyes were in pure shock he asked whats my name to the caretaker she said ming yu rang she said
Lin Ming Yue's breathing steadied, but his mind remained clouded with questions. The air inside the room was warm and fragrant, carrying the faint aroma of spirit herbs. He slowly turned his head and noticed a mirror standing near the bedside — its frame carved from luminous jade, polished to perfection.
Compelled by unease, he rose from the bed, but the moment his feet touched the ground, his legs gave way beneath him. A sharp wave of weakness coursed through his body, forcing him to clutch his chest. His once indomitable qi was nowhere to be felt — only emptiness.
"Young Master!" Shu Xi Yang gasped, rushing forward to support him. Her hands were gentle yet firm as she helped him steady himself. "Please, don't move too suddenly. Your body is still fragile."
Ignoring her words, Lin Ming Yue lifted his gaze toward the mirror. The reflection staring back at him was not his own.
His breath caught. The face before him was unfamiliar — soft, youthful, almost fragile. His skin was pale, his features refined, and his eyes… bright, almost too bright, glowing faintly like moonlight on a lake. Gone was the sharp, domineering aura of the man once feared across realms. What remained was the frail shell of someone who had never known battle, a boy untouched by power or sin.
"This…" he murmured, his voice low, almost trembling. "This isn't me."
He reached out, fingertips brushing against the cold surface of the mirror. His reflection did the same, mocking him silently. Did something go wrong? he thought. Did the process of rebirth fail?
Shu Xi Yang noticed the panic flickering in his eyes. "Young Master, please rest. You've only just recovered. The physicians said it was a miracle you survived at all."
Lin Ming Yue ignored her again. His mind raced through countless possibilities, his soul remembering the moment before death — the battle, the light, the collapse of everything he knew. He had expected to be reborn… but not like this.
He turned to her, his tone tense. "Tell me… what era is this?"
The caretaker blinked, startled by the question. "The current era, Young Master, is the Azure Leaf Era."
For a moment, time itself seemed to stop. His pupils widened, disbelief flashing across his face. "Azure… Leaf Era?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
That name — it didn't exist in his memories. In his lifetime, he had studied every known dynasty, every sect and kingdom across thousands of years, but never had he heard of an "Azure Leaf Era."
His chest tightened. So I truly am in another time... A thousand years in the past, and yet... something feels different. Even the heavens themselves have changed.
His hand trembled slightly as he looked back at Shu Xi Yang. "Then… tell me," he said slowly, "what is my name now?"
The caretaker hesitated for a moment before answering softly, "Your name is Ming Yu Rang, Young Master."
"Ming… Yu Rang," he repeated, his voice filled with a strange mix of confusion and bitterness. It was close — eerily close — to his original name.
Lin Ming Yue lowered his gaze, the corners of his lips curling faintly into a half-smile that carried no warmth. So even in rebirth, the heavens mock me…
He looked back at his reflection one last time. The face staring at him was not his, but deep within those pale eyes, an ancient soul — the soul of Lin Ming Yue — burned silently, waiting for the day he would rise again.
He tried to know this body his new bodys memory in memory he saw the boy ming yu rang tragic memory he was born weak .
He is an great Emperor lu yu rang great 8th son everyone despise him his family see him as a weak ling he has 4 brothers 3 sisters
But only few people was caring like shu xi yang and his big sister wonmei rang
He tried to understand this new body — to peer into its memories. Slowly, fragmented visions flooded his mind. In those memories, he saw the tragic life of the boy named Ming Yu Rang.
Born frail and sickly, Ming Yu Rang was the eighth son of the Great Emperor Lu Yu Rang — yet unlike his siblings, he was despised. His blood carried royal lineage, but his body carried weakness. Servants mocked him in whispers, courtiers ignored him, and even his own family regarded him as nothing more than a pitiful existence.
Among his four brothers and three sisters, none showed him kindness — none, except two. Shu Xi Yang, the caretaker who had always tended to him with gentle patience, and his elder sister, Wonmei Rang, whose warmth was like sunlight breaking through the cold palace walls.
As the memories faded, Ming Yu Rang's heart grew heavy. This was the life he had inherited — a body scorned by its own blood, yet holding the name of an emperor's son.
Ming Yu Rang sat silently by the window, the pale sunlight reflecting off his weak, trembling hands. Yet his eyes… they gleamed with a depth that did not belong to a frail boy. A faint smile curved on his lips as he whispered softly, almost like a poem carried by the wind.
> "The heavens have granted me another chance," he murmured. "Though this body is weak and fragile, who truly stands stronger? A man born with strength... or one who carries a thousand years of experience?"
His tone was calm, his words quiet — but each syllable dripped with unshakable confidence.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror. The eyes that once belonged to a helpless boy now gleamed with wisdom, defiance, and a silent promise.
> "Let's see," he said softly, "how long it takes for this era to remember my name again."
Shu Xi Yang stepped closer, her calm blue eyes filled with concern.
"Do you need something, Young Master?" she asked gently.
Lin Ming Yue—now living as Ming Yu Rang—looked up with a faint smile.
"Sister Yang," he said softly, his voice steady yet unfamiliar even to himself, "I'd like some rabbit meat… and a little wine, if that's alright."
She bowed lightly, a hint of relief softening her face. "Of course, Young Master. I'll have it prepared right away."
Her white robes fluttered as she turned and left the chamber, leaving him alone once again in that bright, perfumed room.
The silence that followed was thick—almost tangible. Ming Yu Rang closed his eyes and focused inward, trying to sense the flow of energy within this new body. What he felt made his expression darken.
"This body…" he whispered under his breath. "It isn't weak at all."
The fragile threads of qi that once seemed broken suddenly pulsed faintly with life. Beneath the surface of his frail vessel, he sensed something extraordinary—a lingering, ancient energy. It was faint, yet divine.
> Immortal Qi fragments…
His mind trembled. That kind of power was something even his former self, the almighty Lin Ming Yue, could barely comprehend. And deeper still, something far rarer stirred—his spiritual sense touched a peculiar resonance within his bones.
> Arochian Body… rarity 0.3%.
He exhaled slowly, the corner of his lips curving into a smirk.
"So that's how it is," he murmured. "Heaven didn't curse me with weakness—it blessed me with a body yet to awaken."
A faint light glimmered in his eyes, the same light that once made the heavens tremble.
The next morning, the rays of dawn gently spilled into Ming Yu Rang's chamber.
He opened his eyes slowly, his mind already sharp and alert. Shu Xi Yang entered soon after, bowing politely.
"Young Master, His Majesty has summoned all royal heirs for a family gathering in the Emperor's Hall," she said.
Ming Yu Rang sat up, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
"So… it's time to meet my beloved father," he murmured, his tone carrying an ironic amusement. A quiet, psychic laugh escaped him—low and knowing, the kind of laugh that made even the air seem heavier.
After dressing, he stepped into the grand corridors of the Jade Palm Palace. His black robes shimmered faintly under the morning light, streaked with elegant green patterns resembling ancient runes. His long dark hair flowed behind him, and his calm, composed expression made him look like a man reborn from the ashes of pride and ruin.
The great doors of Lu Hall opened before him with a deep, echoing sound. Inside stood the proud sons and daughters of the Emperor—his so-called siblings.
The first to notice his arrival was Jiu Bei Rang, the Third Prince.
Tall and broad-shouldered, Jiu Bei Rang stood like a silver monument, his aura glowing faintly with a celestial radiance. His blue eyes were cold, sharp, and full of superiority.
A mocking smile crept across his face as he looked at Ming Yu Rang.
"Well, well… look who decided to crawl out of his bed," Jiu Bei Rang said with a soft chuckle. "The weakling of the palace still dares to show his face before Father?"
The hall filled with faint laughter from some of the other princes and nobles. But Ming Yu Rang didn't flinch.
He simply met Jiu Bei Rang's gaze—calm, unbothered, and almost serene.
"Third Brother," he said lightly, his voice steady as stone. "You should be careful with your words. The wind in this hall seems to have a habit of carrying arrogance to the wrong ears."
The laughter died immediately.
For the first time, Jiu Bei Rang felt something unfamiliar—a trace of unease. The weak boy he used to mock now stood before him like an entirely different being. His tone, his posture, even his gaze… everything radiated quiet dominance and maturity.
> This isn't the same Ming Yu Rang I knew, Jiu Bei Rang thought, his silver aura flickering faintly.
The soft rustle of the door announced her arrival before she even stepped into the room. Wonmei Rang, with her ever-present warmth, approached quietly, her eyes immediately locking onto her younger brother. He sat slouched in the corner, trying—halfheartedly—to hide his irritation, though a flicker of something unspoken softened his features.
"My cute little brother is here," she said, her voice light and playful, brushing past the surface of teasing and straight into affection. She crouched slightly, reaching out as if to envelop him in the comfort of her presence.
He scowled, or at least attempted to, but the faintest curve at the corner of his lips betrayed him. Somewhere deep inside, he was glad she was here. He was annoyed by her attention—of course—but there was an undeniable warmth that came with her care, one that made the air around him feel lighter, even if he stubbornly refused to admit it aloud.
Wonmei's gaze softened, her eyes scanning his face, noting the tension he tried so hard to mask. "You've grown," she murmured, almost to herself, as if savoring the sight of him again. And though he made no move to respond, his posture relaxed imperceptibly, betraying the comfort her presence always brought.
She smiled, a small, gentle curve of lips that carried both affection and mischief. "You know," she said teasingly, "no matter how big you get, you'll always be my little brother."
He finally looked at her then, a hint of warmth flashing in his eyes before he quickly looked away. A sigh escaped him, one that was half frustration, half relief. Perhaps, he thought, being cared for by someone like Wonmei wasn't so unbearable after all.