"Pfft!"

A peerlessly beautiful woman was holding a black dagger in her hand. Her obsidian-like eyes emitted a cold and sharp light, piercing Zhao Chen's heart with the dagger.

"Why?"

His eyes were full of shock and pain, and he felt a little pain in his heart. Compared with his life, he cared more about the answer.

Even if he treated her as his first love and wanted to hurt her thousands of times, was this the woman he had always loved deeply?

Luo Xi's face was expressionless, and his eyes were as cold as ice. They were bone-chilling, like a sharp knife stabbing into Zhao Chen's heart.

Zhao Chen gave a self-mocking smile. He had sworn an oath to the alliance of the sea, the eternal world, and the collapse of the sea and the stones. Now he thought it was so ridiculous!

"Plop!" With a sound, Zhao Chen's tall and straight body fell straight to the ground. Even when he died, he couldn't understand why Luo Xi chose to kill him at this time when they were going to get married tomorrow.

Zhao Chen, a Martial Emperor, had died!

...

"Is... is this hell?"

Zhao Chen felt that his headache was about to burst, and his bones seemed to be broken. It was dark all around, as if he were in hell. However, the faintly discernible vitality in his body constantly reminded him that he was still alive.

He didn't know how long he had been in such a daze. When he opened his eyes with difficulty, the sudden light stung his eyes. "Is, is this the legendary rebirth?"

At the moment, Zhao Chen was sure that he was still alive, but he had a new body. In other words, his soul had entered someone else's body, which was rebirth.

"Buzz buzz!"

Suddenly, there was a buzz in his mind, and fragments of memory floated in his mind and finally merged perfectly with his soul.

"It turns out that 300 years have passed." Zhao Chen had completely inherited all the memories of the body and sat on the bed in a daze.

Zhao Chen was reborn in the 'Heavenly Origin Country' of the Easternmost Land of the Cloud Realm.

The original owner of this body was also called Zhao Chen. He was a concubine's son of the Tiger's Howl Hou, one of the thirty-six dukes of the Tianyuan Kingdom.

"Luo Xi, are you so strong now?" 300 years later, everything had changed. How many old friends were still alive?

That year, after Zhao Chen's death, the Cloud Realm was in chaos, and various forces were ready to take action. In the end, Luo Xi took action to suppress the chaos, and founded the "Moon Temple" on his own, becoming the supreme existence in the Cloud Realm.

Recalling what had happened in the past, Zhao Chen felt as if his heart was being stabbed by a knife. There was a hint of sadness on his face. Being betrayed by someone he loved the most was something that no one could understand. "I treated you as my first love. Why did you hurt me thousands of times?"

To solve the problem, one had to tie the bell. It was the mystery of the last life and the pursuit of this life.

Even if Luo Xi was extremely powerful and powerful, he still had to embark on a path of revenge. Even if there were thousands of difficulties ahead, he had to crush them. But when he thought of the current situation of his body, he couldn't help sighing. "It's just that this body is so weak that it hasn't been opened yet."

In the Cloud Realm, only by opening one's divine veins could one cultivate. However, one would not be able to open one's divine veins after fifteen years of age. It was unknown whether it was a blessing or a curse. He was exactly fifteen years old this year.

"Step, step, step..."

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. A beautiful woman ran over in a hurry and held Zhao Chen tightly in her arms. Her black eyes were full of tears, like wild grapes full of dew drops. She said with a frightened look, "Chen'er, you finally woke up. These days, you scared me. If anything happens to you, I will die."

This beautiful woman was Zhao Chen's biological mother—Zhang Ling.

Mother?

Zhao Chen was stunned. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

In his previous life, he was an unparalleled expert, even more so an orphan. He was extremely unfamiliar with family affection.

Looking at Zhao Chen's thin body, Zhang Ling felt bitter in his heart. He sobbed and said, "Chen'er, you are still very weak now. I will go and prepare some tonics for you." After that, Zhang Ling left the room.

Zhao Chen felt warm in his heart, and his eyes gradually became soft. Looking at the dark circles around Zhang Ling's eyes, he knew that Zhang Ling had been guarding him for the past few days. "If you have a mother, what else can I do for you?"

"Oh, you good-for-nothing didn't die. You're really lucky." As soon as Zhang Ling left, a young man who looked similar to Zhao Chen came in. The man was Zhao Chen's second brother, Zhao Yan.

The Huxiao dukedom had a total of three sons. Apart from Zhao Chen, the other two had already become true martial artists.

Zhao Yan had opened his divine meridian when he was ten years old. His cultivation had reached the late stage of the Yellow Stage, and he could smash the rock with only one punch.

Therefore, Zhao Chen and Zhang Ling's status in the Lord Protector's Manor was not high. They were often bullied. A few days ago, "Zhao Chen" was beaten and killed. Otherwise, Zhao Chen's soul would not have been able to enter this body.

Obviously, Zhao Yan's performance had proved that the incident had nothing to do with him.

"Zhao Yan!" A sharp light suddenly flashed in Zhao Chen's eyes, and a trace of killing intent rose in his heart. However, when he thought of his current physical condition, he forced himself to hold back his emotions. He had no strength, and everything would be empty talk. Zhao Chen, who had lived two lives, knew this better than anyone else.

"Three days later, I won't allow you to participate in the sacrificial ceremony of the divine vein! Otherwise..." Zhao Yan's face was gloomy and his eyes were full of killing intent. Zhao Chen didn't even look at him from the beginning to the end.

The sacrifice of the divine vein was the process of opening the divine vein. It was the festival of the entire Tianyuan Country.

Zhao Chen smiled indifferently and ignored Zhao Yan directly. It was none of his business whether he would go or not.

In fact, Zhao Yan's purpose was very simple. He just wanted to compete for resources. There was an unwritten rule in the Lord Protector's Manor. As long as the marquis' son opened the divine vein, he would be able to get a large number of cultivation resources. Once Zhao Chen opened the divine vein, the resources he had would be reduced.

The most superficial thing in the Lord Protector's Manor was family affection. For the sake of interests, it was not worth it to kill each other.

Zhao Yan was slightly surprised. Zhao Chen, who had always been weak, actually ignored him. Fortunately, there was no one else nearby. Otherwise, he would lose face. He thought to himself, "Damn the mistress. She can't even deal with a good-for-nothing. Let's see how I will deal with you when I go back..."

The fire of anger in his heart was completely ignited, like a volcanic eruption. "Otherwise, I will kill you!"

Did Zhao Yan really think that he was still Zhao Chen, who they could bully at will?

"Zhao Chen, I will avenge you!"

Zhao Chen felt his soul tremble. It seemed that he was afraid or angry. It was not until Zhao Chengu finished his words that he stopped trembling. The strange feeling suddenly dissipated.

"Zhao Chen, you and I are brothers. Just listen to my second brother. You have to understand that even if you open the divine vein now, your achievements in this life will not be too high. You might as well give me all the resources, and I will ensure that you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life."

Looking at Zhao Chen's trembling body, a satisfied smile appeared on Zhao Yan's face. He was indeed the son of the Tiger's Howl Hou dukedom. He was able to use his power so flexibly at such a young age.

"I don't want to see you at the God of Sacrifice Altar in three days. Otherwise, don't blame me for not caring about our brotherhood." After a long time of silence, Zhao Yan was a little annoyed. He snorted and left.

"Brother? Second brother? Does Zhao Yan deserve it?"

Zhao Chen smiled contemptuously, and the heat in his eyes gradually gathered into a cluster of strong light. He said confidently, "One day, I will take back all the things I have lost!"

Since he was ten years old, he had been bullied and humiliated by everyone before he opened his divine veins.

For five whole years, he had suffered all kinds of humiliation and lost his dignity. He wanted to regain this dignity!