Ryan Bennett coldly drew his pistol, leapt onto the storeroom wall, and sprang off with agility, pouncing at the strange young man like a fierce tiger. He thrust his gun forward and fired a shot at the opponent’s chest!

“Bang!”

The bullet bounced off again. Ryan Bennett cursed inwardly—he had miscalculated!

The young man lunged forward, and with lightning speed, brought his sword down.

“Pfft!”

A tearing pain shot through his chest. Ryan Bennett looked down to see the tip of a sword buried deep in his chest, blood gushing out wildly. The world spun around him. Ryan Bennett could hardly believe he would die like this.

The young man pressed down on the sword, his expression cold. Looking into Ryan Bennett’s eyes, he said calmly, “Go back, and love her once more—completely!”

“Whoosh!”

The ancient sword burst forth with countless beams of light, instantly engulfing Ryan Bennett’s body. The strange young man was already soaring through the air, one hand outstretched as currents of air surged around him. In just a split second, the entire museum was reduced to specks of dust, utterly destroyed.

……

Ryan Bennett drifted in a daze, as if trapped in a nightmare. Silver-bell laughter echoed in his ears. He saw teardrops on green bamboo leaves, heard the screams of slaughter on the battlefield, yet he did not know that his fate had already changed at this very moment.

“Ah!”

Letting out a deep breath, Ryan Bennett finally woke up and muttered, “Where am I?”

“Husband, you’re finally awake!”

A sweet female voice sounded by his ear. Ryan Bennett was startled, hurriedly opened his eyes, and sat up, only to find himself lying on a luxurious brocade bed. On his left, a delicate and beautiful woman looked at him with delight; on his right, another graceful beauty wore the same expression.

Suddenly, both women threw themselves into Ryan Bennett’s arms, exclaiming excitedly, “Husband, you’re finally awake! That’s wonderful, that’s wonderful!”

Ryan Bennett felt as if he were still dreaming, with soft, fragrant beauties in his arms. This sensation was too real to be a dream, but if it wasn’t, how could he explain everything around him?

A long-necked crane lamp, a tiger-patterned grand master’s chair, a carved octagonal table—these should all be first-class protected cultural relics, yet here he was, surrounded by them.

Ryan Bennett gazed at the still-blue sky outside the window and suddenly realized—he had transmigrated!

Taking a deep breath, Ryan Bennett gently pushed the two women away and said, “It seems... I’ve forgotten something. Who are you two?”

The woman in blue pouted playfully, “Husband, I’m Little Grace. How could you not recognize me?”

The woman in red said, “Husband, after such a serious illness, you don’t even recognize Little Emily?”

Ryan Bennett rubbed his forehead and asked, “You are my...?”

“Concubines,” Little Emily replied sweetly.

Ryan Bennett relaxed. So it was true—he had been a bachelor in his previous life, and now, after transmigrating, he had gained two beautiful concubines. Such fortune was truly rare.

Just then, a strong gust of wind swept in. A dark figure landed at the bedside and grabbed Ryan Bennett’s arms with a thunderous shout: “Batian, you’re finally awake! Good son, you’re finally awake!”

Ryan Bennett looked closely and saw a middle-aged man weighing at least 250 pounds, with a plump face and ruddy cheeks, holding him with astonishing strength—he couldn’t break free no matter how hard he tried.

“Fatty, who are you?!” Ryan Bennett roared in anger.

The fat man was stunned. “Batian, I’m your father, Nathan Bennett! How could you not recognize me?”

“Father?”

Ryan Bennett groaned inwardly. This heaven-sent father sure came with some weight!

And his own name was Batian... How could he possibly live up to such a domineering name?

Ryan Bennett felt like he was about to go crazy.

Little Grace said, “Father, Ziyu seems to have lost some memories due to his illness. He doesn’t even know who we are...”

Nathan Bennett laughed, “No matter, he’ll recover in a few days. After such a serious illness, he’s been bedridden for half a year. An ordinary person wouldn’t have survived.”

Countless thoughts flashed through Ryan Bennett’s mind. In the end, he decided that since he had come to this world, he might as well make the best of it and look for a way back later. For now, he needed to survive—eat well and stay warm. So he said to the fat man, “If there’s nothing else, let me rest. Call me when it’s time to eat.”

Nathan Bennett was baffled. After waiting so long for his son to wake up, all he got was “Call me for dinner.” Fortunately, Ryan Bennett seemed healthy enough, with nothing out of the ordinary.

Nathan Bennett straightened up, waved his robe sleeve, and suddenly became imposing. In a deep voice, he said, “Batian, rest for today. Tomorrow morning is the Fire God Ceremony for the younger generation of the family. You must attend. All of the Ye family’s hopes rest on you!”

Ryan Bennett was confused and opened his eyes. “Fire God Ceremony?”

“Yes, you’ll know tomorrow. Rest well, and we’ll call you for dinner!”

Nathan Bennett turned and left, leaving Ryan Bennett with his two beautiful concubines.

Ryan Bennett looked at Little Grace, then at Little Emily. The two young women wore only thin silk robes, their figures graceful and alluring, their curves and delicate forms truly a sight to behold.