"My beloved is a peerless protagonist, who one day will don the Golden Armor Holy Clothes and ride the Seven-Colored Clouds, coming to slay me amidst the gaze of a myriad of people!"
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The Yuan Central Continent is a world where martial arts are cultivated!
It is rumored that in ancient times, mysterious forces divided the Continent into five parts!
Located in the Extreme West Region of the Eastern Continent, the True Martial Holy Sect, this enormous entity that rules over thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, is situated right there.
Inside the True Martial Holy Sect, cranes cry in unison, auspicious clouds descend from the heavens, and the Spiritual Spring surges like the sea, spouting to the sky.
There are cultivators who ride their swords, traveling tens of thousands of miles in an instant.
There are strong men who swing their fists, and Mysterious Iron Martial Stones explode into a sky full of fragments.
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Atop the peak, white clouds drift, fog coils around.
Xu Zimei, in a simple white robe, is purer than snow, his stray hair dancing with the cold wind, his eyes profound and boundless.
His slender figure stands at the edge of the cliff, the breeze making his white robe whistle sharply.
"This must be reincarnation, right?" Xu Zimei was astonished. After staying silent for three minutes, another three minutes passed.
"Shouldn't reincarnation always follow the protagonist's script? Yet why the hell am I set up to be the antagonist!"
Xu Zimei began to check his own state; his current situation should be considered soul transmigration.
This body was so frail it was hard to believe. He was sure he had returned to his fifteenth year, the very day he was just about to start practicing cultivation.
But this rebirth gave him not only all the memories of his past life, but also......
Inside his body, in the stomach area, a ball condensed by the Principle was quietly floating. The ball's light was restrained, and it looked rather ordinary.
But if one observed its interior closely, they would discover that the ball had a space of its own, with glorious sunrise, dew on the grass, and the dawn rising from the east.
Inside the ball, the scenes changed unpredictably, and the might it emitted, revealing just a thread, seemed as if it could flatten the mountains beneath it.
Xu Zimei felt a familiar aura from inside the sphere. Suddenly, his eyes widened as if he had thought of something incredible.
The sphere was something he obtained by chance in his previous life, its specifics still unknown, only that it was particularly helpful for tearing through space.
Xu Zimei still remembered the day he was defeated. He had infused his Divine Vein Realm cultivation completely into the sphere, hoping to tear through space and escape with its aid, but he never expected to be reborn into his youthful years.
He finally understood why he felt a sense of familiarity when looking at the sphere - the energy within the sphere was the Divine Vein Realm cultivation he had infused into it from his previous life.
Xu Zimei's entire body trembled with excitement. He was confident that with just one year's time, he could leverage this energy to return to the Divine Vein Realm.
The Martial Path is difficult!
As difficult as ascending to the heavens!
Each step is a new heaven!
Humans start cultivating from the Mortal Realm, tempering their flesh and blood, polishing their bones, and refining their skin.
They cultivate their internal organs and their external flesh, bones, and skin.
Once the body is tempered, they must open the Vein Gates to communicate with the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth, thus entering the Spirit Vein Realm.
Mortal Realm, Spirit Vein, Condensing Vein, True Vein, Empty Vein, Esteem Vein, Emperor Pulse, Saint Vein, and Divine Vein.
These nine realms are known as the Nine Heavenly Veins.
Xu Zimei looked towards the distant horizon. He was now able to freely control the energy within the sphere. With just a thought, he could complete the Mortal Realm's tempering and directly reach the Spirit Vein Realm.
Within one year, absorbing all of this energy and ascending to the Divine Vein Realm again would not be out of the question.
But he wasn't in a hurry at the moment, firstly because he was within the True Martial Holy Sect, and his father was extremely concerned about his cultivation; he didn't want others to discover anything abnormal about himself.
As for the second reason, Xu Zimei was not eager to improve his cultivation level; he was rather enjoying the current atmosphere.
Everything was still here, everything had a chance to be redeemed.
His father, Ruhu, Xiao Dingtian, and that girl by the banks of the Yangliu River, who stood in the wind, tears streaming down her face, crying to him that she wanted to spend an ordinary life with him.
In the end, he had failed everyone, after a life and death struggle he was ultimately defeated by the protagonist Chu Yang's sword.
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Xu Zimei gazed into the distance, his white clothing blending with the mist, the wind seeming to grow stronger—his smile contained a hint of madness.
"Chu Yang, in the past life, I was just a slightly larger stone on your path to the peak.
Reincarnation Elder, the protagonist's 'golden finger' grandfather, I was just a negligible chess piece on your board.
But in this life, I intend to step off the chess board, I will take control of the pieces, with all beings as pawns, the heavens and earth as my board, dominating the Eternal Ancient."
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The courtyard where Xu Zimei lived was located in the middle of Goose Southern Peak, where medicinal herbs bloomed on both sides, blue rainbows interwoven with purple stripes, and auspicious beasts ran towards the distance, their bodies shining with a radiant halo.
The bright fruits on the spirit trees on either side, if placed in the outside world, would be ling fruits for which ordinary people would break their heads fighting over.
But here, they were merely decorations to adorn the scenery along the way.
Xu Zimei arrived at the courtyard, where his guard Zhang Chongtian had been waiting for him at the door from afar.
"Young Master, the Deputy Sect Master just sent someone to say that if you are free, stop by his place, he has something he wants to discuss with you," Zhang Chongtian said respectfully.
"Understood," Xu Zimei nodded his head, and accompanied by Zhang Chongtian, he proceeded towards Azure Mountain Peak.
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Three years ago, the incumbent Sect Master of the True Martial Holy Sect, because his cultivation had reached the peak of the Saint Vein Realm and in search of the last sliver of hope to step into the Divine Vein Realm,
Had handed over power to the Deputy Sect Master Xu Qingshan, while he himself went to the mundane world to seek a breakthrough amidst ordinariness and simplicity.
From then on, Deputy Sect Master Xu Qingshan became the highest authority of the True Martial Holy Sect, and Xu Zimei was his only son.
It was not an exaggeration to say that he was the True Martial Holy Sect's Crown Prince.
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Xu Zimei knew that during this time, his father was probably going to talk to him about cultivation.
He was now only fifteen years old, just at the right age to step onto the basic threshold of cultivation.
Before the age of fifteen, a person's meridians and internal organs are not fully developed, more fragile, and not conducive to cultivation.
Basically, everyone on the Yuan Central Continent starts their journey on the path of immortal cultivation at the age of fifteen.
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Xu Zimei arrived at Azure Mountain Peak, where the most powerful authority of the True Martial Holy Sect resided, which was not very gold and glittery, with pavilions and towers.
What was there was merely a simple wooden cabin, a slow and clear stream, and a middle-aged man in a blue shirt sitting on the ground by the river.
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Xu Zimei stood by the river, quietly gazing at his father.
He didn't speak, and Xu Qingshan didn't speak either.
The father and son displayed a remarkable tacit understanding.
After a while, a breeze seemed to break the rare silence, and Xu Qingshan slowly lifted his head.
This was a very ordinary-looking middle-aged man, dressed in a simple blue shirt with no particularly daunting aura about him.