2026-08-11 05:20:20Jasper stood still in the center of the training arena, his legs trembling beneath him while his head throbbed as the foreign memories continued to merge with his own. The two robed men still gripped his arms, holding him upright so he would not collapse.
“Young Master, are you alright?” the older man asked, his voice thick with worry.
Jasper barely heard him. The words sounded distant, as if echoing from the far end of a long tunnel, and his mind was a mess.
Who am I now?
The answer came quickly through the settling memories. He was Jasper Stonehart, third son of the Stonehart Family, a mid-tier noble house in the Australis Kingdom on the Star Sky Continent. The Stonehart Family was neither the strongest nor the weakest in the kingdom; their true value lay in their connections to friends in high places, alliances that kept them relevant despite their modest power.
The original owner of this body had grown up surrounded by luxury—servants, private tutors, fine clothes, and the best food money could buy—yet he had always been overlooked.
His two older brothers were talented cultivators who brought pride and glory to the family, while Jasper, on the other hand, was weak.
His cultivation progressed at a snail’s pace and he struggled with even basic martial techniques, so most people in the family barely remembered he existed. He was simply the disappointing third son.
As the memories continued to settle, one particular recollection stood out sharper and more vivid than the rest. Jasper’s eyes widened.
The Australis Kingdom. The Star Sky Continent. The Stonehart Family.
His heart pounded.
No. No way. This can’t be…
He knew these names. He had read them before. This was not just any cultivation world—this was the world of the web novel he used to read back on Earth.
Path of the Heavenly Sword Emperor.
And if this was truly that story, Jasper was in deep trouble. He knew the story by heart. He had been a big web novel fan—who wasn’t?—and he knew exactly what fate awaited the Stonehart Family in the original plot, even though they were not important characters. More importantly, he knew how the original Jasper Stonehart’s life would end, and it was anything but pleasant.
I’m screwed. Completely and utterly screwed.
“My lord? Young Master, are you alright?”
The older man’s voice pulled him back to reality as a gentle hand shook his shoulder. Jasper blinked and focused on the man’s face—kind eyes, neatly tied gray hair, and simple but well-maintained robes.
“You look lost, Young Master,” the man said softly. “Did you hit your head too hard during the fall?”
Jasper took a slow breath. He needed to stay calm.
“Sorry,” he replied, and his voice sounded younger and smoother than he expected. “Who are you?”
The older man’s face went pale and his eyes widened in horror while the younger attendant beside him gasped.
“Young Master!” the older man cried, reaching up and examining Jasper’s head with frantic hands. “Oh no… Oh no! This is bad! Very bad!”
The younger man bowed repeatedly. “Forgive us! We failed to protect you properly! This is all our fault!”
Jasper stared at them as the older man kept checking his scalp as if searching for wounds.
“Do you remember your name? Where you live? Who your father is?”
“Please, Young Master, try to remember!” the younger man pleaded.
Their dramatic reactions were so over the top that Jasper almost laughed. He raised his hands quickly.
“Wait, wait. I’m fine. My head just hurts, and everything feels a little fuzzy.”
The older man let out a deep sigh of relief. “Thank the heavens! We feared you had lost your memory completely!”
“Young Master, I am Chris,” he said, bowing deeply. “I have served the Stonehart Family for twenty years. This is my nephew, Victor. We are your personal attendants.”
Chris. Victor. The names felt familiar now that the memories had settled.
“Right… Chris,” Jasper said, nodding slowly. “Of course.”
Chris still looked concerned. “Young Master, what is the last thing you remember?”
Jasper thought carefully, drawing from the original owner’s memories. Today had been a training day. The entrance examination for the prestigious Storm Peak Sect was approaching—one of the most powerful sects in the kingdom—and every noble family who could not enter the main sects desperately wanted their children to join.
Unlike his two brothers, this was the only sect Jasper could aim for, so he had been training in this arena when visitors arrived.
Deen River, the young master of the much more powerful River Family, had come with someone special: Marlene Everhart.
Just recalling her name caused a rush of warm, unfamiliar emotions to surge through him. The original Jasper had been deeply infatuated with her. Marlene was considered one of the greatest beauties in the city, with long silky black hair, bright intelligent eyes, and a soft, gentle voice.
The original Jasper had been too shy to ever approach her properly and would only watch her from afar at noble gatherings, too nervous to speak.
Deen knew about this crush and loved using it as a weapon. That day he had deliberately brought Marlene to the training arena to humiliate Jasper in front of her.
“Hey, Jasper!” Deen had called out with a mocking grin. “I heard you’ve been training hard. How about a friendly spar? Show Lady Marlene what the Stonehart family’s third son can do!”
It was obviously a trap. Deen was far stronger and more talented, but Jasper could not refuse, not in front of Marlene. Backing down would have made him look like a coward.
The fight had ended quickly. Deen played with him, making him look foolish before sweeping his legs and slamming him hard onto the stone floor. His head cracked against the ground and everything went black.
Deen had laughed. “Is that all? I expected more from a Stonehart.”
Marlene had watched the entire humiliating display. The original Jasper never clearly remembered her expression—pity? Disgust? He did not know. All he remembered was the sound of their footsteps as they left together.
Then the original Jasper had died. The head injury was worse than it appeared, and his broken spirit finally gave out. That was the exact moment the Jasper from Earth took over this body.
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Chapter 24 A New Roommate
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Chapter 23 Three Against One, and It Wasn’t Close
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Chapter 22 The Free Meal
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Chapter 21 Master Phase
At the heart of the capital's marketplace, Aris moved like a streak of lightning. He slipped effortlessly through the crowded streets, weaving between merchants, vaulting over stacked wooden crates, and disappearing into the flow of people as though he had become part of it.Chris stayed right on his heels. Despite his advanced age, the old servant matched every sudden turn without breaking a sweat, his robes fluttering only slightly as he chased after the mysterious stranger.Victor, however, wasn't nearly as fortunate. His breathing quickly grew ragged, and with every passing street he fell farther behind until he finally had to brace himself against a fruit stall, desperately trying to catch his breath before forcing his aching legs forward once more.The chase finally came to an abrupt halt inside a narrow stone alley was a dead end. Aris skidded across the worn pavement just as Chris appeared directly before him. Without saying a word, the old servant thrust his palm toward Aris
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