One Sword, One Life

Li Zhen woke up in the weakest body in the clan he used to rule, with every old-life memory still burning in his head. That should have made him dangerous. Instead, it made every insult sharper, because he knew exactly how far he had fallen. He was the youngest son, the one sent to fetch water, carry trays, and bow first. Then a jade pendant inside a broken pill case started answering the breath paths he had not used in any past life. Now he had to survive a clan that laughed at him, a girl who watched him like a blade, and a path his own school had tried to erase. His worst enemy knew his face. His only ally hated his name.