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Dust billowed, obscuring the sky.
A handsome man in a dark blue robe stood in mid-air, his eyes cold as he looked at the flattened ground below. After waiting for the explosion's power to gradually dissipate, he saw a red figure buried at the bottom of the largest crater. Victory and defeat had been decided.
In this battle, Ye Chenyuan was also severely wounded; his face was pale, but he held his sword and laughed, saying, "Although every time you had the chance, you always seized the initiative, but the victor is king, the loser is bandit. What else do you have to say!"
Yuan Chu had only one last breath left. With great difficulty, she reached out from the rubble, pointing her hand straight towards the sky, raising a dazzling middle finger.
"...Ye Chenyuan... Damn it..."
*Boom!* Ye Chenyuan could no longer tolerate it and unleashed a final move. In the end, she was still finished off.
So, she truly couldn't escape the fate of being the male lead's cannon fodder?
Yuan Chu felt extremely upset, utterly distraught!
To make her transmigrate into a cultivation novel, she accepted it! To bear the identity of cannon fodder providing equipment to the male lead, she also accepted it!
But she had clearly tried so hard to become strong, so why did she still lose in the end?
Were her magic treasures not powerful enough? Clearly, everything she held was a divine artifact! Was her martial prowess not strong enough? She was currently a whole realm higher than the male lead! But she was just killed by the male lead like that. This world definitely had a bug; she refused to accept it!
Carrying intense unwillingness and regret, Yuan Chu closed her eyes.
But she didn't know that she could still wake up...
"Dong — dong — dong –"
The bell, imbued with immense spiritual power, resonated through every corner of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect's Myriad Mountains. A line of immortal cranes, hearing the sound, immediately took flight, piercing the sky as they flew towards the rising sun.
Yuan Chu covered her ears with both hands, wanting to curse out loud... It was that annoying wake-up bell again!
Hadn't she long since left this old-fashioned, conservative Ten Thousand Sword Sect? Why was she hearing their unchanging morning bell, which had been the same for ten thousand years, now?
Wait... Ten Thousand Sword Sect?
Yuan Chu abruptly sat up from the bed. In an instant, her head suddenly throbbed with a painful spasm, making her involuntarily cover her head and let out a groan.
She also discovered that the abundant spiritual energy within her had decreased by more than half; she had never been so weak!
And! She... hadn't she died? How was she alive again? Could it be that her obsession was too great when she died, leading to her rebirth?
Looking at the surrounding decor, it was clearly just like when she was at the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. This was the South Peak Palace, so what about her?
Yuan Chu suppressed her shock and conjured a spiritual mirror in mid-air. Looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes widened!
*** She was merely killed by the male lead, so how did the male lead also make her smaller? These tiny hands and feet, did the male lead humanely dismantle her into pieces? When did she get reborn?
At this moment, a graceful maid with an ethereal aura walked over and bowed to her.
"Venerable One, allow me to assist you with changing your clothes. The decennial Mountain Opening Ceremony is about to begin, and the Sect Master has invited all Peak Lords to the Discussion Hall for a meeting!"
Yuan Chu's expression was blank. Sure enough, she was still that wretched Peak Lord of Cold Sword Peak. So, how old was she now?
Yuan Chu stared at the maid and asked, "Little..."
“Xiao Qiu, how old am I now?”
The maid named Xiao Qiu was startled for a moment, her bright eyes filled with tenderness as she looked at her and said, “Venerable One, you are six years old.”
Six years old!
How difficult is the path of cultivation to advance realms? From Qi Refinement, to Foundation Establishment, to Core Formation, and then to Nascent Soul...
Even the most prodigious genius would need over a hundred years to barely reach the Nascent Soul realm. But she was already Nascent Soul at six, and a peak master; this good fortune was entirely due to her mother’s Out-of-Body Realm cultivation.
When she was three, her mother used the forbidden Body Tempering and Spirit Infusion art, exhausting all her cultivation and life force, forcibly transforming her from an ordinary person into a Nascent Soul cultivator. That was why, after her mother’s death, she was able to rely on her Nascent Soul cultivation to become a peak master.
In other words, in other words...
“Hahahahaha! Hahaha!”
Demonic laughter, rising and falling, emanated from the beautiful little girl on the bed, scaring the spirit birds behind South Peak Palace Mountain into a chaotic flight, and Xiao Qiu was also stunned. What was wrong with the Venerable One?
No wonder Yuan Chu was so agitated, because she suddenly remembered that when she was six, Ye Chenyuan was only ten!
But Ye Chenyuan didn’t have such good luck as her, to have a ‘convenient’ mother perform the Body Tempering and Spirit Infusion art for her, and when Ye Chenyuan was ten, he was still in Qi Refinement!
This time...
He’s dead for sure!
The more Yuan Chu thought about it, the more pleased she became. She performed a carp flip, leaping off the bed, grabbed her sword, and rushed out!
Heaven must have sympathized with her plight, and deliberately sent her back to when the male lead was still young, giving her the chance to kill him, seize his opportunities, and from then on, ascend to the pinnacle of life! Such a good thing, she couldn’t wait another second!
However, just as she was about to leave, Xiao Qiu pulled her back. She felt that after waking up, the Venerable One seemed to have become a different person?
With a distressed expression, she stammered, “Venerable One, where are you going? The sect master has sent word for you to attend a meeting...”
What kind of meeting could there be at a time like this!
Yuan Chu hastily flew off on her sword, her joyful voice echoing back from the horizon.
“What kind of meeting is for a naughty little child like me? Tell Uncle Sect Master that I have to go save the world!”
With that, she vanished.
Meanwhile, in the Myriad Heavens Realm, within the Tide Nation.
It was raining heavily. In a dilapidated courtyard, rainwater mixed with fresh blood, forming small streams, and corpses lay scattered across the ground.
A flash of sword light appeared, and a young boy, covering his wound, knelt on the ground, evidently severely injured!
The person who injured the boy wore white clothes, his eyes filled with mockery.
“Truly foolish... If I were you, seeing someone coming to hunt me down, I would definitely turn and run, but you foolishly charged in to save people? Well, this is good too; it saves me the trouble of searching for you everywhere. These people were truly unlucky, helping no one else but a jinx like you. They deserve to be killed by me!”
Hearing this, the young boy’s heart ached! He only regretted returning too late; he hadn’t been able to save a single person in this courtyard.
He gritted his teeth and stood up...
His ink-black eyes stared intently at his opponent, his thin, frail body trembling in the cold rain, but the rage in his chest roared!
"You killed them... I demand your life!"
At his words, the white-robed figure burst into laughter. "Just you? Even if you trained for eight hundred years, you wouldn't be my match. You'd best obediently surrender your life! My master has been waiting for your head for a very long time."
At that moment, the little boy, who had been unsteady on his feet, suddenly narrowed his eyes. His body leaned forward, and with a strange, mist-like footwork, he rapidly closed the distance!
A loud "BOOM!" rang out as the white-robed figure had to use his life-bound magic artifact to block, barely escaping with his life. But even so, his life-bound magic artifact was damaged, leaving a long bloody gash on his shoulder. He had nearly lost his life to that single strike!