Chapter 1

Looking at the handsome face in the mirror, Zhang Cheng couldn’t help but wonder if he had a special connection with Lady Luck. He never expected that when he woke up, he would find himself in another world, transformed into a handsome man.

Standing at 182 centimeters tall, with an extraordinary presence, and a face that could make the heavens weep and the ghosts cry, even the most famous male celebrities in the entertainment industry would pale in comparison!

This was a man who could definitely live off his looks.

Thinking about his previous appearance, Zhang Cheng couldn’t help but recall a song he liked very much: "I'm Ugly, But I'm Gentle"!

Unfortunately, in a world where looks mattered, no matter how gentle he was, his appearance and family background were enough to keep him single for thirty years, or even longer.

His ugliness left him no chance to show his gentleness.

“I never thought I would have a day when I could live off my looks!”

Zhang Cheng reluctantly tore his gaze away from the mirror.

He could live off his looks, but he didn’t need to.

With the memories of two lifetimes merged, Zhang Cheng was not only handsome but also very talented.

A graduate of the Foreign Languages Department at Kyoto University, he was now a popular singer, and he was not far from becoming a top-tier artist.

Moreover, even if he did nothing, he wouldn’t have to worry about food and clothing.

Although he was an orphan, the old man who adopted him left him quite a bit of property in the capital after his death, including a quadrangle courtyard worth at least ten billion.

In addition, he had several shops, each generating several million in rent every month.

At this moment, the balance in his bank account was nearly nine digits.

With looks, money, and talent, Zhang Cheng felt that he had instantly reached the peak of life. Could this be anything but lucky?

Compared to his previous life, this place was heaven.

Of course, if he were to live a life of idleness in this rebirth, it would be a waste.

With a quadrangle courtyard worth at least ten billion in the capital, Zhang Cheng couldn’t resist moving in for a few days.

It was a welcome break from his busy life, and living in a luxury home was indeed comfortable.

After a wash, Zhang Cheng came to the courtyard and saw several large barrels. Hanging above them were several large sandbags, and the barrels were filled with oil.

Yes, oil, not water.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng fell into a reverie.

He had once been tormented by these barrels.

This was where he practiced Baguazhang.

The old man who adopted him was a grandmaster of martial arts, and he naturally practiced martial arts from a young age. He was not only proficient in Baguazhang but also in Xingyi, Tai Chi, and Bajiquan.

Looking at the barrels, Zhang Cheng couldn’t resist jumping onto one and practicing Baguazhang.

The oil in the barrels had been changed recently after his martial arts skills improved.

In his previous life, Zhang Cheng had no contact with martial arts and his knowledge was limited to some novels.

He wasn’t sure about his previous life, but in this world, martial arts were divided into Mingjing (visible force), Anjing (hidden force), Huajing (transforming force), Danjing (pill force), Gangjing (rigid force), and breaking through the void to see the divine.

This was not fiction but reality, and the old man who adopted him was a grandmaster of Danjing.

Reaching Danjing was like being reborn, almost transcending the ordinary.

If the old man hadn’t been severely injured in battle, he probably wouldn’t have passed away.

Even so, he lived to be over a hundred years old.

In his previous life, Zhang Cheng was a fat otaku with a poor physique, often feeling pain or stiffness. Now, he cherished his strong and healthy body.

Moreover, which boy doesn’t have a martial arts dream? So, in recent times, his interest in martial arts had turned into a passion.

Many things, once one becomes obsessed, show visible progress.

“Ding dong! Ding dong!”

After practicing for a while, the doorbell rang. Zhang Cheng opened the door and saw a handsome guy walk in without any hesitation.

The man was familiar with the place, clearly knowing it well.

This person was Yang Ruohai, Zhang Cheng’s best friend. His family had some connection with the old man, and he had learned martial arts from the old man when he was young. They were childhood friends.

“I knew you’d be here,” Yang Ruohai said as he walked in. “What’s up? Not staying in your small apartment, planning to move back?”

The apartment had three bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms, over a hundred square meters, which wasn’t small.

Of course, compared to the quadrangle courtyard, it was much smaller.

“I’m thinking about it,” Zhang Cheng nodded.

“Huh?” Yang Ruohai looked at Zhang Cheng with surprise. “What’s gotten into you? You’ve started practicing martial arts?”

In the past, Zhang Cheng wasn’t very interested in living in the quadrangle courtyard, perhaps because he thought the facilities were not modern enough.

As for martial arts, with age and a busy work schedule, his practice had become intermittent.

“Is there a problem with that?” Zhang Cheng asked.

“With your talent, if you were this dedicated, you would have reached Anjing long ago,” Yang Ruohai said.

Zhang Cheng smiled.

He had reached Anjing a few days ago, but there was no need to boast about it.

With his talent, if he had put in more effort, he would have reached Anjing long ago, as Yang Ruohai said.

“You’re no different,” Zhang Cheng said.

When Yang Ruohai was young, he was quite interested in martial arts, but as he grew older, his interests diversified, and he naturally spent less time and effort on martial arts.

Now, what he was most interested in was women, not martial arts.

“What’s the point of practicing martial arts now?” Yang Ruohai shook his head. “Do you really think martial arts can withstand bullets?”

“Does practicing martial arts mean you have to compete with firearms?” Zhang Cheng sneered. “I think you can’t handle the hardship of training!”

“Let’s not talk about this,” Yang Ruohai quickly changed the subject. “Did you break up with Liu Yanran?”

“What?” Zhang Cheng was taken aback and looked at Yang Ruohai with surprise.

Who was Liu Yanran?

He naturally knew; she was his girlfriend, a rising star in the entertainment industry, not yet a top-tier artist but quite popular.

“You didn’t break up with her?” Yang Ruohai looked at Zhang Cheng, frowning.

“Why would you say that?” Zhang Cheng asked.

In his previous life, he was single for thirty years and had no girlfriend. Now, in this world, he not only had a girlfriend but a famous actress, beautiful and sexy... How could he possibly break up with her?

As for feelings, that was something for those who didn’t lack girlfriends to talk about.

And if he met someone better in the future... well, that’s another story.

“Did you see her Weibo?” Yang Ruohai, seeing Zhang Cheng’s reaction, said, “She announced your breakup on Weibo, sounding very heartbroken. Was it really you who broke up with her?”

“You might not believe me, but I didn’t even know we broke up,” Zhang Cheng said, seeing that Yang Ruohai wasn’t joking.

As he spoke, he headed inside to verify it.

As Yang Ruohai said, Liu Yanran had indeed broken up with him.

Yes, after reading Liu Yanran’s Weibo, if Zhang Cheng weren’t one of the parties involved, he would have believed it.

Breaking up with his girlfriend without knowing it?

“This is really news to you!” Yang Ruohai laughed, seeing Zhang Cheng’s reaction. “This is interesting!”

Indeed, it was interesting. The public knew about the breakup, but the man didn’t.

And he was the one who broke up with her.

“What’s interesting about it!” Zhang Cheng said irritably. “I was the one who got dumped, and not just dumped.”

In this world for just a few days, he was dumped by his girlfriend, and in such a way. How could this be interesting?

Think about it, Zhang Cheng, with a net worth in the billions, handsome and talented, being dumped by a woman?

Is this a joke?

Is she blind?

Well, it seemed she didn’t know about his net worth.

“You should call her and ask. What if her Weibo account was hacked, and it’s all a misunderstanding? That could affect your relationship,” Yang Ruohai said.

He was smiling, seemingly enjoying the situation, clearly not thinking it was a misunderstanding.

He probably wanted Zhang Cheng to call her just to see what would happen.

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment and then made the call.

He had only been in this world for a few days and hadn’t seen Liu Yanran yet. His impression of her came from his memories, and they naturally didn’t have much of a relationship.

But as a man who had been single for thirty years, having a beautiful girlfriend was a good thing, and he wouldn’t break up just because they didn’t have much of a relationship.

Although their memories were merged, the dominant consciousness came from another world.

Of course, even if they broke up, Zhang Cheng wouldn’t be heartbroken, at most a bit depressed.

At this moment, he was more confused, sensing that something was not right, and he wanted to understand.