Legend of the Moon Sword
Rebirth

"Where am I?"

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Light moving horse carriage raises vibration. The boy curled up in shock, his clothes shabby, his face dirty.

And what makes the most sense about him is that he doesn't remember where he is now.

"I said get up stupid!"

BRACKET!

His body fell when he was kicked. He wanted to vomit, but he endured it all.

With great difficulty with his weak body, he changed his position to sit. While gathering awareness, he glanced here and there, trying to remember and know something.

But, still. He doesn't remember anything.

"My body hurts.." His inner.

Suddenly he remembered something, and it made him startle himself. Soon he raised his hand, and all he saw was a thin, shabby hand.

It's much smaller than before.

When he saw his own posture, it made him even more surprised.

"Damn! What exactly is going on?! Am I not dead?! ".

And yes, he finally realized something strange.

Why is he here with a different body? Like not himself.

His voice also sounded younger, like the voice of a child of about 16 years old.

At his real age, he was 20 years old.

What the hell is going on? This is really weird. His eyes glanced here and there, trying to find a clue as to why he was here. He realized, his body now was not his real body.

His eyes were turned to something. And it was a small bowl the size of one palm, there seemed to be little leftover food in it, diluted and sticky. Looks like porridge.

He muttered, "What is this?."

"Dirty son of a bitch!"

Zhang Yuan was startled, he quickly turned his head towards the door of the horse carriage. The one he saw first was a fat man moustached with his ferocious face. He looked at Zhang Yuan angrily then shouted, "Come out now!".

Zhang Yuan frowned, a sense of annoyance perched up just like that. Zhang Yuan said, "Who are you? Still dare to talk that way in front of me?".

The fat man was shocked when he heard Zhang Yuan's scathing remark. With a single gnash of teeth he pulled Zhang Yuan's skinny arm until Zhang Yuan bounced and fell on the ground.

Zhang Yuan felt a pain and crumble on his back, "Damn it! that's sick fool! ".

"Sir, so you want to buy this one?" Fat man starts negotiating with someone.

Zhang Yuan raised his gaze, and all he saw was a middle-aged man. He was wearing a thick coat that looked quite expensive. His appearance is clean and neat, deserves to be called the host of a rich family. The middle-aged man nodded, stroked his long beard, and turned to the fat man, "How much does it cost?".

Hearing the price conversation between the two of them that seemed to be in business made Zhang Yuan panic on his own. Panic suddenly came when he began to think that he would be sold.

" Hey! What the fuck? W-why am I being sold?! ".

After receiving the expected payment, the fat man smiled sweetly at the middle-aged man who had already bought his business goods. He lifted the collar of Zhang Yuan's clothes without any weight and thrust his small body before the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Yuan with a cold look that was difficult to articulate.

The middle-aged man asked, "Is he a man?".

The fat man chuckled, "Of course, even though he has a disorder because he likes to wear women's clothes and dress up, he is still a male slave that we sell. Sir don't worry, he's quite useful for cleaning the house."

Zhang Yuan felt like there was a huge arrow piercing through his head. The conversation made him angry. He quickly looked at his hands and body. Indeed, he was wearing female clothes, but why?! He is a man!.

"Why is my life like this?..." Zhang Yuan bathed nestapa.

The middle-aged man smiled, he thanked the fat man of the slave seller and turned his back.

"Little boy, come with me." He spoke with his voice starting to cringe.

Zhang Yuan was silent for a while, he had never dreamed nor imagined a hundred times he would become a slave. He was originally a famous cultivator, but why did he even drop into a slave?!. Life is not fair.

Zhang Yuan, in his present life he must behave like a slave who submits to his master.

Zhang Yuan nodded, "Yes, Sir.."

He retraced on dry land, leaving a line of cars filled with slaves ready for sale. They were thin, starving, and had no spirit to live. Many of them, especially at a young age are sold at bargain prices. They were given various foods that were not worth eating, such as porridge that was cold and stale. And it made Zhang Yuan's heart wobble, he was angry, annoyed, sad.

Why did he not care about them at all when he was in his prime?.

Wh why? Why did Zhang Yuan forget himself?.

Zhang Yuan lowered his head, his eyes constantly staring at the dry land he was on, his mind blank. But before long the goods were thrown towards him, like a heavy sack.

"Bring it!" Shouts someone from a distance.

Zhang Yuan looked over quickly. And what he saw was someone dressed as a servant, he threw a sack filled with items at Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan's teeth chattered to hold the clenched fist in his hand.

The waitress looked young, about 19 years old. He smiled cynically, "Bring it up, don't let it fall! You're a newly bought slave, don't disappoint! I'm your senior!."

Zhang Yuan clasped the sack tightly, perhaps even with a single grasp he could destroy all the items in the sack he was carrying. But he remained silent, resentfully lifting the sack of stuff on his back and it left everyone wide agape.

The female servant raised her eyes in shock. Why would that brat be so strong as to lift up a kilo of stuff?. Zhang Yuan walked a few steps forward casually, he did not even carry a heavy weight on his shoulders. He approached the maid and smiled ignorantly, "Well senior, I will obey your orders."

The female servant who saw that made a furious mind, "What the hell is this brash slave?! He was acting arrogant in front of me?!! "

Zhang Yuan whistled and walked faster following the palanquin inside which was a middle-aged man who had just bought it. The middle-aged man, who could be called the host, peeked out from the window of the stretcher, and he found Zhang Yuan walking next to him with a sack of goods on his shoulder.

The host admonished him, "Son, do you mind carrying such a heavy item?."

Zhang Yuan turned his head then grinned, "Not at all."

"If you may know, what is your name?" The host asked.

Zhang Yuan was silent for a moment. His brain digests for a few seconds. He was arguing with himself whether he should use his true identity or not. It might be better to use his real name. But, but, but!!.

He wants to play with his new life!!.

Zhang Yuan glanced at it with a mischievous smile then immediately let out his innocent smile.

He said loudly, "My name is Zhi Yuo!".

The host chuckled after knowing his name, "Alright, good name."

They fell silent with each other, continuing their journey in silence.

Every now and then the servants chatted while accompanying the palanquin, but not with one of the female senior servants earlier.

The female servant smiled cynically, "That brash kid, how good am I? "

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