Tianwu Continent, Luo City, Chen Family.
In a secluded and quiet courtyard, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy lay on the ground, as if he had existed there since ancient times.
Cold.
A bone-chilling cold continuously assaulted his body.
He wanted to open his eyes, but found his eyelids as heavy as a thousand pounds, unable to lift them. Moreover, fragments of memories, seemingly from ancient times, flashed and fused in his mind.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
Sword energy crisscrossing!
And even scenes of wielding a sword to traverse the nine provinces, battling the world alone.
The flood of memory fragments relentlessly invaded, causing the expression of the boy with tightly closed eyes to change constantly.
Sometimes ferocious, sometimes frowning, sometimes a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
Time slowly passed... Who knows how long it had been, when suddenly, the boy lying still moved a finger.
At that moment, the boy's eyes abruptly opened.
They were a pair of eyes as deep as the night, with a star-like glimmer flickering within, seemingly narrating an extraordinary tale.
"Finally awake? Is this... my ninth life?"
With a hint of exploration and curiosity in his eyes, the boy slowly stood up from the ground.
"Hmm? Blood?"
Only when he looked down did he notice a pool of blood on the ground.
It spread over a large area, and from his chest, blood was also seeping out. The bone-chilling cold he felt earlier was largely due to blood loss.
Realizing this, the boy's brows furrowed slightly, then he slowly closed his eyes.
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Moments later, when he opened them again, his eyes were clear.
Just now, he had accepted all the memories of this life and understood his current identity.
Han Yang.
The former number one War God of the Divine Realm.
Reincarnated into his ninth life, he had fallen to become a humble son-in-law on the small Tianwu Continent?
Being a son-in-law was one thing, but what he didn't expect was that a month ago, he was ambushed by a mysterious black-clothed person, and even his meager cultivation was completely abolished.
As for why he was lying on the ground?
It was because his fiancée in this life, the daughter of the Chen Family Patriarch, Chen Qiaoqian, was taken by the Great Elder to discuss marriage.
That's right, he wasn't even dead, and his wife was forcibly taken away to discuss marriage.
Or to put it more bluntly, it was a forced marriage.
Since the mysterious disappearance of the Patriarch a year ago, the Chen Family's sky had changed, with the faction led by the Great Elder constantly plotting to seize power.
Recently, due to a crisis facing the Chen Family, they planned to marry off the Patriarch's daughter, Han Yang's fiancée, to form an alliance with other families for support.
As for him, the useless son-in-law with abolished cultivation, no one cared.
An infuriated Han Yang went to argue, only to be beaten unconscious and left vomiting blood by two guard dogs.
It was this near-death coma that awakened his past life's memories, allowing him to...
Revive.
The War God returns.
"My woman, Han Yang's woman, and you dare to touch her?"
A terrifying killing intent surged in the boy's eyes.
If enemies from his past life were present, they would be trembling with fear. Because they knew, when the War God was enraged, corpses would litter the ground, and no enemy of the War God could escape unscathed.
"It's been some time since I fell unconscious, Qiaoqian... I wonder how she is?" Thinking of the name of the person willing to share life and death with him, Han Yang frowned deeply and was about to head out.
However, just as he took a step, a heart-wrenching pain emanated from his dantian, making Han Yang instantly recognize reality.
Though he had awakened his past life's memories, his physical body had suffered irreparable damage.
Without stabilizing his injuries and making preparations, not only would he fail to rescue his fiancée, but he might also... die again.
Instinctively, he sat cross-legged and began to examine his internal condition.
Dantian shattered.
Meridians severed.
For an ordinary person, even with miraculous elixirs at hand, they would be helpless, reduced to a useless waste.
But Han Yang was not worried.
Having lived through nine lives and cultivated for millennia, he knew countless miraculous techniques, among which was a technique that required no elixirs to repair the dantian and enhance the physique.
With focused concentration, Han Yang quickly began to operate the supreme divine technique etched deep in his memory...
Nine Revolutions Star Technique.
This was an extremely mysterious technique, which Han Yang had acquired by chance in his first life. However, since the technique was incomplete and profoundly abstruse, Han Yang had never practiced it before.
He knew this technique was incredibly domineering, and once he took the first step, there would be no turning back. From then on, he would need to madly plunder the energy of all things in the world for his own use.
If not for the urgent situation, he might not have chosen this technique, but now, the circumstances were dire...
Nine Revolutions Star Technique was his only choice.
Gritting his teeth, the technique began to operate rapidly, and a terrifying suction force suddenly spread from his body, frantically devouring the surrounding spiritual energy.
However...
It was still not enough.
Han Yang quickly got up and rummaged through the room.
If he remembered correctly, he still had some pills he hadn't had the chance to use before.
Sure enough, moments later, he held over ten Qi-enhancing Pills in his hand. Although they were only first-tier pills and not many in number, they were enough for Han Yang.
Without hesitation, he swallowed all the pills in one go, and the Nine Revolutions Star Technique operated at high speed.
Boom boom.
As expected of a supreme divine technique, the medicinal power was frantically absorbed by the technique, beginning to repair the dantian and meridians. In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the damaged dantian was revitalized, and the meridians were fully repaired.
Some of the excess medicinal power was used by Han Yang to temper his body.
In martial cultivation, the early stages are divided into Body Tempering, Bone Refinement, Spirit Gathering, and Origin Core stages. The Body Tempering stage is an essential step for ordinary people to embark on the martial path.
Before his dantian was destroyed, he was at the Body Tempering 8th Level.
After rebuilding, his cultivation easily returned to that stage, almost as naturally as breathing.
And that wasn't all; his aura continued to climb rapidly.
Eighth Level.
Ninth Level.
Just a hair's breadth away from reaching Body Tempering 10th Level Great Perfection...
Half an hour later, Han Yang opened his eyes, a trace of regret in his gaze.
If he had a few more pills, he might have directly advanced to the Bone Refinement Stage.
No matter, thinking of Qiaoqian being bullied, Han Yang sprang up and charged out of the courtyard.
Crackling sounds like popping beans echoed continuously within his body.
"Hmm? How did this waste come out? If he ruins the Great Elder's plans, we'll both be implicated."
"That's right, get back inside!"
A cold snort suddenly rang out.
The two Chen Residence martial artists guarding outside the courtyard changed their expressions upon seeing Han Yang and simultaneously shouted at him.
One of them even kicked towards Han Yang's stomach.
Clearly, intending to kick him back into the courtyard.
"Courting death."
A cold glint flashed in Han Yang's eyes, and he ignored the man's actions, stepping forward to collide directly.
Boom.
A dull thud.
Though the martial artist's kick landed on Han Yang, his body rebounded. With a bang, he slammed into the wall, sliding down limply like a boneless heap.
Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he was dead from the powerful countershock.
"Ah..."
Before the other could react, Han Yang struck with lightning speed, killing him with a punch as well.
These two dogs were the ones who had beaten him into a bloody coma earlier, and they truly... deserved it.
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