C1 Rebirth in Otherworld

"This body? Have I been reborn?"

"Hahaha, I've done it!"

In a wooden cabin nestled in the Shen family's backyard, Shen Xuan bolted upright in bed, his face alight with excitement as he examined his own body. The vigorous flow of blood and the vitality pulsing through him were undeniable signs—he had indeed been reborn.

Memories cascaded into his mind, intertwining with his own. Shen Xuan, the Young Patriarch of the Shen family from Emergence City, possessed a Martial Meridian of Low Grade and had no cultivation to speak of. Since the old patriarch's passing three years prior, he had been confined to this backyard. Today, he met his end through poison, only to seize this opportunity for rebirth.

Understanding the sequence of events, Shen Xuan shook his head and murmured, "You've had a hard life too. Now that I've taken over your body, I'll seek vengeance on your behalf. Once I ascend to the Celestial World, I'll refine your soul."

Indeed, he was also known as Shen Xuan, but more accurately, he was a Rogue Immortal who had practiced cultivation on Earth for a millennium.

Born in the third year of Tang Zhenguang, under the tutelage of Lee Chunfeng, he entered the Cultivation World at twenty and spent sixty years to condense his Nascent Infant. A century of Tribulation Crossing followed, but failure meant he could only exist as a Rogue Immortal, barred from the Celestial World and facing lightning tribulation every hundred years.

For a Rogue Immortal to survive two lightning tribulations was to defy the heavens, yet he had endured nine, becoming a Kalpa Rogue Immortal. His power had long eclipsed that of an Immortal Emperor.

Three days prior, he unearthed the divine Land of Country Painting at the Thunder Line of Celestial Lake in the Western Kunlun Mountains. This act drew the gaze of Immortal Emperors. During his tenth tribulation, he was betrayed and attacked by three of them. With no other choice, the Kalpa Rogue Immortal self-destructed, taking an Immortal Emperor with him. His soul sought refuge in the Land of Country Painting, and against all odds, he was reborn.

Shen Xuan swiftly turned his attention inward. Deep within his sea of consciousness, an ancient scroll hovered, enshrouded by the force of thunder—too potent for his current soul strength to approach.

This was the divine artifact, the Land of Country Painting, his safeguard. Before his self-destruction, he had stashed all his treasures within it, sealing them with his mana. Regrettably, he couldn't access them just yet; otherwise, a mere handful of Body Tempering Pills and Infant Forming Pills would skyrocket his cultivation to the Nascent Infant Stage in moments.

Attempting to meditate, Shen Xuan felt an overwhelming surge of energy from the heavens and earth flood into him, swiftly propelling him past the Foundation level to the Enlightenment Stage in mere moments.

"Such incredible power! At this pace, I could form a Nascent Infant in just three years!"

His face beamed with anticipation. On Earth, where Spiritual Energy was scarce, it had taken him sixty years to achieve the same feat. Here, the energy was lush, tenfold that of Earth, and even Tribulation Crossing might only take a decade.

Suddenly, his Divine Sense detected two figures drawing near the cabin, their murderous intent palpable and their strength formidable. Without hesitation, Shen Xuan crossed his legs and settled into meditation, determined to maximize his cultivation in the briefest span possible.

"Is he dead?" one servant whispered to the other outside the wooden house.

"I'm not sure, but he's probably gone. Heart-piercing Powder is lethal within three breaths, and he drank it over four hours ago," the other replied, their voices barely above a murmur.

"Doesn't matter. If he's not dead, we'll make sure he is. It's him or us. Let's go," the first servant said, and with a creak, they pushed open the door and cautiously stepped inside. Their eyes widened in shock at the sight of Shen Xuan sitting cross-legged on the bed, seemingly unharmed.

Could the Heart-piercing Powder have failed? That's impossible!

"Young Master?" one of the servants called out tentatively. They weren't intimidated by Shen Xuan; both were Martial Disciples, while Shen Xuan was just an ordinary man.

If Shen Xuan was still alive, they were ready to finish the job. They were no strangers to killing.

When Shen Xuan remained silent, the servants exchanged glances and crept closer. But as they came within a meter of him, a terrifying surge of energy burst forth from his body.

Bang! Bang!

The force of the energy wave dislocated their bones, and they collapsed, incapacitated.

Their screams of agony filled the air, but in the secluded backyard of the Shen family estate, their cries went unheard.

"Tsk tsk, the Middle Period of Enlightenment Stage. The energy here is truly formidable," Shen Xuan remarked, opening his eyes and nodding in approval. In under a hundred breaths, he had elevated his cultivation to a new level—a feat that would astonish the Cultivation World.

Shen Xuan's gaze then turned icy as he regarded the two servants on the ground. The memories he had assimilated told him these were the men who served him daily, treated him poorly, and had poisoned him that very morning.

The body he inhabited was naturally suited for cultivation, but it had been crippled by poison in his youth, resulting in a Martial Meridian of Low Grade. His childhood had been comfortable, his grandfather's kindness shielding him from a life of hardship. But since his grandfather's death three years prior, he had been confined.

As the Young Patriarch, he was destined to lead the Shen family upon turning sixteen. It was this birthright that had made him a target for assassination.

"Evil servants betraying your master, who put you up to this?" Shen Xuan demanded, rising to his feet and stretching his neck. It had been some time since he last killed—his last accidental victim had been an Immortal Emperor.

The servants, writhing in pain, couldn't bring themselves to meet Shen Xuan's steely gaze. The murderous aura he exuded was a stark contrast to the helpless victim they had once tormented.

"We... we were just checking on the Young Master," one managed to choke out through the pain.

With a swift "Pah!" Shen Xuan's hand struck the servant's head, and blood gushed from his orifices. His eyes bulged, his pupils dilated, and his life force swiftly drained away.

He was dead before he could even scream!

The scene unfolded before the servants' eyes, their faces etched with terror. Was this the same young master they had once bullied without fear of reprisal?

"Remember, this isn't a negotiation. Speak," Shen Xuan commanded, his smile as gentle as a spring breeze.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! It was the Head Butler! He's the one who ordered us to poison the Young Master with Heart-piercing Powder. Right now, he's in the meeting hall, poised to take over as Patriarch, and... and..." The servant's voice trembled with fear, and he hesitated.

"Hmm?" Shen Xuan prompted, his tone icy.

"Yes! Yes! And the Head Butler plans to marry Shen Xiaomei off to the third son of the Han family..." The servant quickly averted his gaze, not daring to meet Shen Xuan's eyes.

That look in Shen Xuan's eyes was petrifying, as if a single glance could plunge one into an endless abyss.

"Shen Xiaomei!" Shen Xuan whispered her name, his eyes narrowing before a surge of murderous intent flared within them. Shen Xiaomei was his dear sister, his only pillar of support in the Shen family. On his deathbed, their grandfather had charged him with her protection. The third son of the Han family had a reputation for brutality; he had been married three times, and each wife met her end at his hands.

And Shen Xiaomei was just eleven years old.

Monster!

Crack, crack...

Shen Xuan's fists clenched, his knuckles popping with rage.

"Head Butler, Shen Wentao, it seems you've grown weary of life," Shen Xuan's voice echoed, a chilling presence in the wooden house.

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