In the north of Cangzhou, within the Feng Family's residence in Luofeng City, a damp and dark wooden house housed Feng Wuchen as he struggled to awaken from his slumber.
After sifting through unfamiliar memories, he endured a splitting headache and muttered to himself, "The Spiritual Martial Realm? An inferior plane indeed. But being able to save my soul and be reborn after self-destructing my body is already a blessing. Yao Ji, Han Xiang! Since God has chosen not to kill me, the day I return to Taixuan Heaven will be the day you meet your end!"
The mere mention of those names ignited a furious fire within him. In his previous life, Feng Wuchen was born in Taixuan Heaven, where he had cultivated to the peak of the Heavenly Venerable Realm before turning two hundred years old. He was celebrated as the number one prodigy of Heaven!
Given another hundred years, he could have shattered the records of his predecessors and become the youngest Heavenly Emperor in the history of Taixuan Heaven.
Not long ago, the ancient inheritance of Taixuan Heaven, known as Longyuan, had emerged. He had journeyed with his good friend Han Xiang and his beloved Yao Ji to seize this inheritance. After much effort, it was finally in his grasp.
However, just as he was about to secure his fortune, the two individuals he trusted most betrayed him, leaving him gravely injured. Refusing to let them succeed, he destroyed his own cultivation and exploded his body.
He believed he was dead, only to find he had miraculously survived!
Taking a deep breath, Feng Wuchen prepared to adapt to his new body. Suddenly, a girl's helpless cry pierced through the air from the yard.
"Please... don't take my cold marrow! This is what my mother left for me, don't..."
Simultaneously, several harsh voices rang out:
"Let go, stinky girl! Do you still think your useless brother is a prince?"
"I tell you, Master Feng Mo has awakened the fire-type heavenly spiritual vein! He's the true genius of our Feng family! Once the head of the family comes out of seclusion, he will be the new prince!"
"And as for you! The clan's senior leaders have decided to marry you off to that fool from the Lin family. Hahaha…"
Feng Wuchen's brow furrowed as he forced himself to walk into the yard.
He saw two servants, one fat and one thin, gripping the hair of a girl no older than twelve or thirteen, cursing at her. The girl was crying, desperately trying to protect something on her chest, unwilling to let go despite the pain.
"No... no..."
"Damn it, you little brat! If you don't hand over what you have, I'll kill you!"
As he spoke, the fat servant raised his fist to strike the girl.
Seeing this, the thin man next to him grinned wickedly. Though the fat servant was merely a servant, he was still in the post-natal realm. The girl, being an ordinary person, would surely perish under such a blow.
Just as it seemed the girl was about to meet a grim fate, a dark shadow suddenly rushed over, intercepting the attack.
"Who!"
The fat man felt a flash before his eyes, and his fist struck something solid, sending pain coursing through his hand.
Looking up, he was startled to see the very person they had spoken of just moments ago!
A cruel smile spread across the fat man's face. "Who was I wondering? It's you! I didn't expect you to still be alive, but I'll send you on your way now…"
Before he could finish his taunts, Feng Wuchen struck out with a punch to the fat man's lower abdomen.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the fat man's body—resembling a meatball—was sent flying backward, crashing into the stone wall, blood spilling from his mouth.
The sight left the thin man in shock.
Hadn't this so-called waste been useless for an entire year? How could he still possess such strength?
Feng Wuchen inspected his fist with dissatisfaction. "How can this body be so weak? My full-strength attack can't even take down a post-natal realm fighter…"
The thin man, swallowing hard, stammered, "I... I warn you, we were sent by Master Fengxi…"
"Fengxi?"
The name triggered fragments of memories within Feng Wuchen's mind.
"Is he the dog behind Feng Mo?"
"How dare you call Master Fengxi a dog…"
Before the thin man could finish, Feng Wuchen moved again. He spun around and delivered a kick, knocking out the thin man's pristine white teeth in one swift motion.
"I'll count to three. If you're still in my sight, you'll remain here forever!"
"One!"
"You... You'll regret this!"
Before Feng Wuchen could reach three, the fat and thin duo, nursing their injuries, spat out their threats and fled the small courtyard at breakneck speed.
"Ahem!"
After they left, Feng Wuchen's complexion grew pale, and he stumbled, nearly collapsing.
"Brother! What's wrong with you? Please... don't scare me!"
The girl rushed to support him, tears streaming down her face like beads spilling from a broken string.
"Help me back to the house!"
Once inside, Feng Wuchen discovered a harsh reality: this body had no spiritual veins!
Spiritual veins were the foundation for a warrior's cultivation. Without them, one was as good as useless!
"How could this happen?"
As he spoke, fragments of memories began to coalesce into a complete narrative, flooding his mind anew.
In this world, Feng Wuchen had been abandoned by his parents at the age of five and had relied on his sister, Feng Ning, for survival.
Feng Ning possessed a unique physique; her body struggled to balance the fire element within her. To manage this, she had to wear cold marrow and consume spiritual medicine regularly.
Over the years, Feng Wuchen had worked tirelessly for the Feng family, making significant contributions to secure more resources to prolong his sister's life.
A year ago, the Lin family, another prominent clan in Luofeng City, had offered a large quantity of spiritual medicine to the Feng family.
The price for this? Feng Wuchen was to marry Lin Wan, the Lin family's daughter.
For his sister's sake, Feng Wuchen had reluctantly agreed.
Little did he know that the Lin family sought not him but his top-grade earth-level thunder spirit vein!
On the night of the wedding, Lin Wan had used a secret method to extract his spirit vein, becoming a gifted daughter of heaven with two spirit veins in her body. She caught the attention of the Qingchen Sect, the most powerful sect in Cangzhou, and was accepted as a true disciple.
Meanwhile, Feng Wuchen was left as a complete waste.
What pained him most was that the resources sent by the Lin family were not used to aid Feng Ning but instead were used by the Feng family to cultivate another genius, Feng Mo, who had awakened a heavenly-level spirit vein.
He and Feng Ning had become the family's forgotten children!
This was undoubtedly the final straw for Feng Wuchen. After a year of struggle, he had finally met his end today.
"Not only is my spirit vein gone, but my foundation is destroyed... Even if I reclaim what is rightfully mine, it will be useless."
Realizing the gravity of his predicament, Feng Wuchen felt a sense of despair wash over him.
Although he had been a powerful figure in the Tianzun realm in his previous life, a skilled chef cannot cook without ingredients.
Could it be that after finally living anew, he had ended up as a waste?
No!
He refused to accept this!
Perhaps his sorrow and anger awakened something within him.
Suddenly, a tremendous force erupted from his body!
At the same time, a searing pain shot through his mind, causing darkness to cloud his vision.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself suspended in a void, covered in blood.
"Feng Wuchen! Hand over the inheritance of Longyuan!"
Behind him, echoes of shouts and chaos filled the air.
"This is the Taixuan Heavenly Realm…"
Feng Wuchen murmured to himself, his eyes hazy with recognition.
He was familiar with this scene.
It was the moment he had seized Longyuan and broken through the encirclement.
I wasn't ambushed?
I wasn't reborn?
Could it be that everything that just happened was merely an illusion caused by Longyuan's influence?
Yet, at that moment, a chilling killing intent surged toward him from behind.
He turned around abruptly and found Yao Ji's malevolent face and a gleaming sword!
The sword's tip was only three inches from his forehead!
This wasn't a dream!
The woman he had treated with sincerity truly wanted to kill him!
In that instant, a wave of rage surged through him, distorting his features into a terrifying mask.
"Yao Ji! You vicious woman! I want you dead!"
Feng Wuchen's pupils dilated, and he desperately sought to change his fate.
But as the long sword loomed closer, he found himself utterly paralyzed.
How could this be!?