This man's name was Hobbs, and he was the servant and butler of his father in this life. Hobbs walked over, smiled, and said, "Young Master Werther, it's time for lunch." His current name was Werther, his full name was Victor Roland. This term was somewhat similar to the one used in Europe in his previous life, followed by his previous surname. The current Werther, with an 'oh', patted the dust off his body, then slowly stood up and followed the steward back to his house to eat lunch. When Hobbs saw that the young master had actually brushed off his own ashes, a light flashed through his eyes, but he did not say anything.

From his memories, he knew that Werther had been in a state of stupidity ever since birth, just like a child born with mental retardation. He could hardly even take care of himself. His soul must have received incomparable harm when it came to this world, which was why he was forced to choose the self-protection method of sealing off his own consciousness. Fortunately, it was only in a short span of seven years that his memories were completely restored, and he had only just woken up; if he were to open his eyes and see that he was already an old man over a hundred years old, it would be strange if Werther didn't cry to death.

For the past seven years, the name of Roland's idiot young master had spread throughout the entire town. The commoners always had a natural aversion towards the aristocrats, and at the same time, they also had a curiosity that even the gods could not understand. This idiot young master had naturally become the hottest topic of conversation for the residents of the town.

Werther, who had been a foolish child for seven years, had to be taken care of even when he was eating, and as he was afraid that his sudden recovery would bring unnecessary trouble, he did not dare to show too much of an abnormality. Fortunately, this Mr. Hobbs seemed to have anticipated the awakening of his soul, and actually appeared to be neither happy nor sad, and as usual, there was no interrogation or torture, which made Werther very suspicious for a while.

In this small town, there was only Werther and Hobbes in Roland's house. In addition, there was a chef and a maid who lived in a house that was not small. The house was over four hundred square meters. Speaking of which, his life was much more interesting than his previous life. However, when he was twelve years old, he came across a mysterious teacher who taught him martial arts. In just ten short years, he had already broken through to the level of a great sword master of the eighth step, and had become a rare expert.

Afterwards, this cheap old man had registered to join the army and fought his way up and down, starting from being a soldier of the lowest level, all the way by relying on his real sword and spear, all the way to obtaining not just a small military rank, but also a noble, becoming a baron. Although it was only the lowest level of titles for nobility, with James' abilities, he would definitely have a bright future, and would even be able to take on the glorious and dangerous title of Marquis for the rest of his life.

Apparently, his father was someone who could not stay idle. He had been leading troops outside the country all year round and was leading a troop of cavalry to fight against the barbarians of the Ice and Snow Empire on the northern border of the Klein Empire. As for his mother in this life, Werther didn't have the slightest impression of her. Legend has it that she died in childbirth, leaving him only the hope of her life, and when he found out, he became really sad. His soul came from another world, but this body was given to him by his parents after all.

Over the next few days, through careful observation and reflection, Werther finally gained a clear understanding of the world. This was a strange world, unlike the Zhen Qi, internal force, primordial spirit and so on. However, the humans here had invented a civilized system with combat power and magic as the main branches, which was not any weaker than the martial arts techniques from his previous life. And in this world, other than humans, there were many other strange races, such as dragons, dwarves, elves, beasts, and even Abyss Demon.

Werther was the most interested in the dragon race. After all, in his previous life, the Chinese world regarded the dragon as a totem artifact. It was a symbol of the spirit. In this world, the dragon race were basically similar to the western dragons. They had huge stomachs, a pair of wings, and huge claws on their four limbs. They were not the dragon of the Nine Heavens in the traditional sense of the word, but their strength was similar to that of the Chinese dragons. Legend has it that every dragon race was born to be experts in physical combat, especially the Black Dragon race. They gave up cultivating magic and focused on physical combat, ranking first in the entire dragon race.

Among the other Dragon races, the Three-Headed Golden Dragon is the most respected in terms of overall strength, and all the previous Dragons' Kings were held by this race. Next, the most powerful magic is the proud Silver Dragon tribe. As for the other Dragons such as the Wind Dragon, the Water Dragon, the Fire Dragon, and so on, they were all warriors who had been blessed by different Elemental Gods. Every adult dragon possessed the strength of a saint, and it was said that the Dragon Emperor and the elders had already reached the realm of a demigod.

This world's magic and qi had very distinct divisions of levels. Magic was divided into apprentice magicians, apprentices magicians, apprentice magicians, advanced magicians, grand mages, magic scholars, magisters, magisters, magisters, holy magisters, and at the level of Saint Magister, one would already be a legendary Saint rank expert. As for those above Saint Magister, there were still some so-called demigods, but in the entire continent's tens of thousands of years of history, few had appeared. As for the division of battle qi, they were: Apprentice Swordsman, Elementary Swordsman, Intermediate Swordsman, Advanced Swordsman, Bronze Swordsman, Silver Swordsman, Golden Swordsman, and the legendary Sword Saint and Sword God. As for the other classes, such as Knights, Warriors, Fighters, Summoners, and the like, they were all divided into more or less the same category.

After knowing all of this, Werther touched his nose and said to himself, "What a complicated system. It seems that I won't be lonely in this life again." Although he had already lived two lifetimes, not only had he not lost his long-cherished desire for immortality, he had become even more determined. If his master, Qinghong Zi, had only led him into the cultivation world, then the battle between the old monk and the Devil Lord had made him truly resolute. For a month, Werther had been absorbing the knowledge of this world like a sponge. Hobbes didn't show the slightest bit of surprise when he heard this, only trying his best to explain things to him.

For seven years I've been a fool," he said quietly. "I've suddenly become normal and smart, don't you think?" "The baron told me that the source of magic was weak when the young lord was born, so his performance would be abnormal, but it will return to normal after a few years, so I don't need to worry." At the same time, a huge boulder was lifted from his heart. If he performed too much, suddenly changing from a fool to an omniscient child prodigy, he would immediately be captured by his father and be dissected, right? After all, in this world, what kind of soul transformation was it? There were many types of soul-possession magic. However, after thinking about it, who would pay such a huge price just to possess the son of an ordinary baron?

It took Werther a few months to fill in the seven years of his studies, and then he began his own cultivation journey. His mind was in a mess right now. Not only were the various martial arts imparted by his master, but he also had the entirety of the memories left behind by the Demon Lord. This Demon Lord was the master of a contemporary devil sect, and the things in his head was the essence that had been passed down by the devil sect for thousands of years.

His soul had been reincarnated, and the foundation of his previous life's cultivation had all been turned into nothingness. If he wanted to cultivate Dao, he had to start over again. In his previous life, he had used the orthodox Daoist method to build his foundation. Although the process was slow, it was better than being without risks. However, before he formed his Aurous Core, he did not have much mana. In this life, he had thought about it and decided to use a different method, mixed in with some demonic techniques. Otherwise, he would have no place to cry before he could successfully refine a Nascent Soul and die. After all, this world was chaotic, and people could die at any time.

After thinking over and over again, Werther decided to start by cultivating his life. He would only start when his body became stronger. There were many schools in the history of Taoism. Some advocated first, some advocated first, some advocated second, and some advocated dual cultivation with life. The truth was the same, it all depended on the cultivator's own situation. The Daoists desired to live forever, to ascend to immortality, to look upon the human body as incomparably precious, called a cauldron, in which all cultivation was done. It was as if the essence, energy, and spirit of the world were being refined, becoming a primordial spirit, and without a cauldron like the human body, one would have no basis to rely on.

However, Buddhism was the opposite. It believed that when one sees skin on the skin, they have nothing to worry about, instead, they have to take off the skin to achieve self-satisfaction. On the first step of the path of cultivation, they would have a fundamental confrontation with the Taoists, and as a result, the strife between the Buddhist and Taoist families over the past few thousand years was not just a struggle in terms of teachings, even the cultivation techniques they practiced differed from the north to the south, how could they not fight?