C1 Rebirth

"Xiao Man …" Xiaoman... "Ahh!" "In the dim room, there was a sudden cry of alarm and a figure sat up on the bed.

Looking around, he saw a small shabby house, a familiar old computer, a gently swaying fan, and Old Zhong walking around.

Chen Yang panted heavily as he gently wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead.

"It's a dream again. Even after tens of thousands of years, I still can't forget Little Man."

Wait!

How could this be the small house that he lived in on Earth tens of thousands of years ago?

Chen Yang's hazy eyes suddenly lit up. After he examined himself, an expression of astonishment appeared on his cold face.

Weren't I competing against the myriad races for the Divine Farmer Hundred Herbs Scripture in the Ancient Battlefield? How did he come to the era before he stepped into the Hong Wu Continent?

It was rumored that the "Divine Farmer Hundred Herbs Scripture" contained a holy opportunity, which was why it caused so many cultivators to fight to the death, triggering a great war among all races. Could it be that this scripture upsets time and space, causing my soul to reincarnate and be born from my body?

Thinking of this, his heart, which had been cultivating for tens of thousands of years, started to beat faster.

In his previous life, Chen Yang was originally an ordinary university student, but in one night, he underwent a drastic change. First of all, his research results were stolen, while he himself was infected with a drug addiction after being injected with a poison needle.

Subsequently, his girlfriend Song Xiaoman tried to commit suicide in despair due to her family forced marriage. His mother had also died of a burning heart. In the end, he was even forced to jump off the cliff by the Chou family. If he hadn't coincidentally met with the fruit of the Dragon Courage and stepped into the cultivation world, there might not have been the later Celestial Lord Xuanyang.

Thinking of this, Chen Yang heard the sound of his phone ringing as he looked towards the source of the sound.

"Yang, I'm leaving …"

When Chen Yang saw this, his heart shuddered.

In his previous life, it was this same message that signified Song Xiaoman's determination to die. It was the girl who dared to love and hate him, the person who tried to wake him up with her death.

It was a pity that he had missed the best time to save Song Xiaoman and caused her to die. At that time, he had also left behind an inner demon that he would never be able to dispel.

Chen Yang stood up in a fluster. He only had one thought on his mind right now, to find Song Xiaoman!

In his previous life, she had taken poison after she sent this message. If she had arrived later, he would have been reborn in the same way he had been in his previous life.

Casually putting on a set of clothes, Chen Yang hurriedly ran out. The door to the room next door suddenly opened. Chen Yang's mother saw Chen Yang in a hurry and asked, "Yang'er, where are you going?"

Seeing his mother's haggard appearance, Chen Yang's heart ached. He thought for a moment and said, "It's fine, Mom. I'll go …." I'll go over to my classmate's place. "

"Is that so? Then come back early." Li Xin said, "Pay attention on the way."

Chen Yang nodded his head and ran off in a fluster. Under the light from the stairs, Chen Yang's face was pale and his face was covered in sweat. However, he ignored the light and rushed out of the district, calling a taxi.

The state of mind that had been through tens of thousands of years of painstaking cultivation, even after his rebirth, was still dispersed by the demons in his heart.

His previous life had looked down on the heavens, but he still couldn't overcome the love of two lifetimes.

"Hello, the user you have dialed is switched off." A few times in a row, his phone was turned off every time. Chen Yang's beating heart seemed like it was going to jump out of his body.

The rain did not stop, and his thoughts rained down like rain.

Song Xiaoman was sitting on the bed, flipping through the photos. They made her recall memories that belonged solely to them.

In the past, he was so high-spirited. But now, because of him, he was deeply addicted to drugs.

Perhaps, I really am Chen Yang's burden. Song Xiaoman took one last look at the picture with a confident smile on his lips, then picked up the poison and drank it in one gulp.

A hundred grasses withered, and in a short period of time his intestines would rot.

"Bam!" Chen Yang, who had rushed over, broke through the door and entered!

"No!" With a roar of rage, he ran over and picked up his lover, whose mouth was stained with blood.

She used to be incredibly beautiful, but now she looked even more haggard as she laughed. She seemed to be mumbling something, as tears and blood mixed together.

Song Xiaoman was smiling; her smile was beautiful and filled with despair.

Her voice was weak and broken, "My favorite... Chen Yang, to be able to see you one last time before you die … I'm satisfied, but I... It was also a life that had long since died, but … I don't want... to keep you under pressure, and I want you to pull yourself together, to... Live, and promise me, will you? "

Her body gradually lost its temperature, and her arms slowly slid off Chen Yang's back.

"I... He was about to leave … Your embrace, or... It's still so warm … "

Chen Yang's tears covered his grave and stern face. With the Hundred Herbs withered all over his body, it was impossible for a deity to save him. Now that he was sent to the hospital, it was already too late.

Was he really going to be reincarnated into this life? Was his rebirth in this life just to repeat the same mistake again?

If I still had my cultivation base right now, if I was still the Xuanyan Celestial Sovereign of the Celestial domain, if my Fragmentary Star Ring was still here, then any single pill I gave her would be enough to cut her hair and wash her marrow, immune to poisons! But right now, I'm just an ordinary person!

Chen Yang's heart was bleeding. He frantically placed his hands on Song Xiaoman's back, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not find a single thread of spiritual energy.

"My entire life, I have never let down my sect, the Six Realms, or the common people. But I only felt that touch of affection from you the gentlest of them all. As time went by, the world became filled with emotion. "Even if I don't have cultivation, I, Chen Yang, will defy the heavens and change my fate!" Chen Yang shouted as he used the techniques from his previous life to comprehend the heaven and earth origin energy.

Even at the risk of his divine sense being damaged, he still wanted to give it a try!

In the last era, heaven and earth origin energy seemed to be hidden in a unique way.

"Ahh!" Chen Yang's sea of consciousness was soon about to be torn apart. Without the support of his cultivation, he forcefully comprehended the heaven and earth origin energy. However, his consciousness was unable to withstand the attacks of the heaven and earth origin energy and was slowly collapsing.

Suddenly, Chen Yang's body emitted dark blue rays of light, covering the entire room. A thick book actually appeared in his sea of consciousness. The book was old and mottled, and an aura from the Ancient Desolation unceasingly flowed out.

On the cover of the book, there were the words "Divine Farmer's Hundred Herbs Scripture".

The ancient book started flipping pages by itself, the ancient text in the book seemed to have a spirit of its own, following Chen Yang's Sea of Consciousness to his Dantian, then from his Dantian to his internal organs, then to his eight extraordinary meridians. Finally, the book suddenly closed and Chen Yang's hands emitted a faint green light, which slowly entered her body from Song Xiaoman's back.

Song Xiaoman harrumphed, and suddenly felt a strange flow of air flowing through her body. While she was muddleheaded, her dejected and damaged internal organs were recovering bit by bit, and Song Xiaoman felt as if she could see a flower blooming in spring.

Not long after, the green light on Chen Yang's body faded and everything returned to darkness. On the other hand, Song Xiaoman's body gradually recovered its color and temperature.

"Pfft!" Song Xiaoman sobered up and spat out a large mouthful of dirty blood. Following that, she began to cough violently. Chen Yang held onto Song Xiaoman and gently patted her back.

"I knew you'd come back. I knew you cared about me." Song Xiaoman's aura was still weak, and her face was still pale.

"I'm back. I won't leave." Chen Yang said in a low voice.

"I believe in you, Chen Yang. I just didn't expect your medical skill to be so brilliant, to be able to cure the poison from the parched Hundred Herbs. Why don't you give up on your addiction?" She was afraid that she would see Chen Yang's depravity again.

"Xiaoman, what's a mere drug addiction? You can only miss me for a moment. There are many things about me that you couldn't think of, and I am willing to spend the rest of my life to let you understand it. " Chen Yang turned around with a gentle expression on his stern face.

Chen Yang was also thinking, how did he cure Song Xiaoman? Could it be that his rebirth brought back something from his previous life?

Song Xiaoman felt that Chen Yang had changed a lot, but she couldn't tell what had changed.

She laughed weakly: "Is this considered a confession again? "If you want me to accept you again, you have to promise me two things. The first is to quit the addiction and not fall. The second one is to …"

Before waiting for Song Xiaoman to finish, Chen Yang hugged her to his chest and said gently, "The second thing is that I will cure your illness and marry you into my family so no one can stop us."

Song Xiaoman pushed Chen Yang away with a shy smile, "Chen Yang, leave quickly. Uncle Jing and the others are coming back soon."

Chen Yang gave Song Xiaoman a deep look and lightly kissed her forehead. "Xiaoman, wait for me."

Suddenly, the rain stopped. Moonlight covered the entire room like a veil. In front of the window, Song Xiaoman was watching Chen Yang's back as he disappeared into the boundless night. She seemed to be deep in thought.