章節 1: Chapter 1: Death Reborn
The smell of blood still lingered in Luo Chen's nostrils. Where am I? His mind screamed, yet his body remained paralyzed. Slowly, awareness trickled in. He wasn't dead. But neither was he alive as Luo Chen, the feared sect leader of the Blood Moon Sect.
It began as betrayal.
Luo Chen remembered the scene vividly: the Blood Moon Sect's Grand Hall burning in flames, the faces of those he had raised and trusted grinning as their swords plunged into him. "The master has fallen! We will divide his wealth!" Their voices echoed still, dripping with greed.
And his last memory—his most loyal disciple, kneeling before him. Luo Chen had trusted him, but that face twisted into a sneer as he delivered the final stab to his heart.
Darkness had swallowed him whole.
But now he awoke, gasping for air as if clawing back from hell itself.
"Young Master Tian!" A shrill, panicked voice broke into his consciousness. "You… you're alive?!"
Luo Chen's eyes snapped open, sharp as daggers.
A frail young maid knelt beside him, trembling as if she'd seen a ghost. Her hands clutched his tattered robes, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Luo Chen blinked. He felt the weight of the body he inhabited—thin, weak, and malnourished. This body was not his.
"Who am I?" he muttered.
"Young Master Tian… don't scare me…" The girl's voice quivered. "You fell into the lake after the Second Young Master pushed you. The physician said you wouldn't survive."
Second Young Master? This body has enemies.
Memories flooded in—fragments of someone else's life.
The name was Ye Tian, the disgrace of the Ye family. Once the heir of a declining clan, he was born frail and talentless in cultivation, mocked by servants and oppressed by his own blood. This body's previous owner had died… and Luo Chen's soul had taken its place.
A dark grin tugged at the corners of Luo Chen's lips.
So the heavens gave me a second chance.
"Get me a mirror," he ordered coldly.
The maid hesitated but obeyed. She handed over a cracked bronze mirror. Luo Chen stared into it, absorbing the image of his new face: sharp, pale, and angular but sickly thin. This wasn't a body of strength. Yet the flame in his eyes could rival demons.
"This is fine," he murmured to himself. His voice was low, but it dripped with menace. "It doesn't matter how broken this vessel is. I will make it stronger."
His words made the maid shiver again, but Luo Chen ignored her. He lifted his hand, feeling the feebleness of his limbs. A sneer curled his lips. This Ye Tian had been useless, spineless, and weak—but he, Luo Chen, would carve his path to power with blood if needed.
And those who crossed him… would pay the price.
In the Ye Family Manor
The news of Ye Tian's survival spread like wildfire, and by the afternoon, the main hall of the Ye family estate was alive with murmurs and cruel laughter.
Ye Lin, the Second Young Master, lounged arrogantly in a high-backed chair, the faint smirk on his lips betraying his amusement. When Ye Tian entered, all eyes turned to him. Whispers rippled through the hall.
"Look, the cripple is alive."
"Shouldn't he be grateful the lake didn't finish him off?"
Ye Lin rose leisurely, clapping his hands mockingly. "Well, well. Brother, I must commend your stubbornness. Not even the heavens seem to want you."
Ye Tian's gaze locked onto Ye Lin, cold and unyielding. His steps were slow but deliberate, the room seeming to shrink with every step he took toward his so-called brother.
"Ye Lin." His voice was calm, almost conversational, but it carried an edge sharp enough to cut. "I see you're still enjoying yourself after your little stunt."
Ye Lin's smirk faltered, just for a moment. There was something in Ye Tian's eyes—an intensity he didn't recognize.
"Still playing tough, I see," Ye Lin sneered, regaining his composure. "A barking dog like you—"
"—should bite," Ye Tian interrupted smoothly, his lips curling into a sinister smile. "Don't worry, Brother. I'll make sure you feel every tooth."
The hall fell silent, the air growing heavy with tension. Ye Lin's mocking smile froze as Ye Tian closed the distance between them.
Ye Tian leaned in, his voice low and chilling. "You wanted me dead. Yet here I am, standing before you. But you… you're shaking."
"I'm not—" Ye Lin began, stepping back instinctively.
Ye Tian seized the moment, his tone shifting to one of mock pity. "You poor thing. Were you hoping I'd stay a coward forever? Sorry to disappoint, Brother."
With that, Ye Tian raised his hand, his fingers lightly brushing Ye Lin's shoulder. The gesture was casual, yet it carried an unmistakable menace. Ye Lin flinched, his bravado crumbling.
"Don't touch me!" Ye Lin snapped, his voice cracking. "You're still nothing but a cripple!"
Ye Tian chuckled darkly, stepping even closer. "A cripple, am I? Then what does that make you? A failure who couldn't even kill someone as worthless as me?"
Ye Lin's face turned red with a mix of anger and humiliation. "You—!"
Before he could say more, Ye Tian turned away, dismissing him with a wave of his hand. "Next time, aim better. Though I doubt you'll live long enough to try again."
The hall was deathly quiet as Ye Tian strode out, his back straight, his presence suffocating.
Ye Lin stood frozen in place, his fists trembling. He had always looked down on Ye Tian, but this was not the same person he had tried to kill. And for the first time, a sliver of fear crept into his heart.
Outside, Ye Tian's lips curled into a cold smile. This is just the beginning.
The Awakening of a Monster
That night, Ye Tian sat cross-legged in his small, decrepit courtyard. The cold wind howled, but it didn't bother him. He clenched his fists, feeling the weakness of this body. He was starting at rock bottom, but that was no matter. Luo Chen had clawed his way to power once before, and he would do it again.
But something pulsed deep inside him—an unfamiliar warmth.
"Hmm?" Ye Tian frowned, pressing his palm to his chest. A golden light flickered faintly from within. What is this energy?
The memories of this body offered no answers. But Luo Chen's instincts as a former sect master screamed that this was something precious. A rare, untapped power slumbered within this body.
"This is my chance," Ye Tian whispered, his voice like a vow to the heavens themselves.
He closed his eyes, drawing his focus inward. Bit by bit, he reached for that mysterious energy. It resisted him at first, but Luo Chen's will was indomitable.
If the heavens gifted me a second life… then I'll tear apart fate itself.
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