Naked**

[Fantasy article + fetal wear + imperial examination + martial arts practice + daily life + no golden finger] Yang Yuan never thought that he would turn into an ancient infant when he woke up. He never imagined that in this alien world without any system, space, or golden fingers, he could only rely on himself—step by step, from turning over, crawling, standing, to memorizing a thousand-character essay. He started his education at the age of three, practiced martial arts at the age of four, and passed the county examination at the age of twelve. While other people's children were still playing in the mud, he could already stand on a pile in the snow for an hour. He knew that he was not that smart, as he would have to refine a strategy a dozen times; nor was he that talented, that it would take him a thousand punches to become proficient. But he had plenty of time and the resilience not to admit defeat. Ten years of hard work, ten years of sharpening the sword. From a small town in the south to Gongyuan in the capital, from obscurity to winning six yuan in a row. He made lifelong friends in the academy, met a mentor who appreciated him in the court, and offended people he shouldn't have offended in the world. When foreign enemies were pressing on the country and the government was in turmoil, this young man who only immersed himself in reading and practicing martial arts suddenly discovered that the pen in his hand could write strategies to stabilize the world; the sword at his waist had to be truly unsheathed. This is a story about growing up. There are no shortcuts, just morning and evening every day. From a baby to a teenager, from a teenager to a young man, he took every step slowly, but never took a step back.