C1 Reborn

First chapter, reincarnation.

In a mountain range in God Realm, a group of men in black were besieging a man in white...

After a few rounds of attacks, the man in white was covered in wounds. He was covered in blood, and he was half-kneeling on the ground, coughing out large mouthfuls of blood.

"Mo Tian, you and I have known each other for ten thousand years. I treat you like a brother, and you are the person I trust the most. You are already a high level Vice Sect Master, so why are you still harming me?"

"Hahaha... Ridiculous, Aolong, do you really think I am a brother? Perhaps I am a figure in front of others, but what am I in front of you? Isn't it just a slave that you have to exchange for?" The leader of the men in black said in an unpleasant tone.

"Mo Tian, I, Aolong, am blind to see the wrong person. You must have planned this long ago. You even bribed the ten great elders of the sect, hahaha..."

Aolong was filled with grief. His most trusted brother was the one who framed him. His heart was bleeding. Could it be that Mo Tian knew the secret? When he thought of this Aolong, it was as if he had just opened his mouth!

"Aolong, I will let you die to understand. Ten thousand years ago, I deliberately let you save me. For the sake of that legendary divine body, I have endured the humiliation for ten thousand years. Today, I am going to achieve my goal. Hahaha!"

"Shameless and shameless! Mo Tian, you will die a horrible death! Even if you know this secret, I will not let you get away with it! Just give up on this idea!"

Receiving his guess from Mo Tian's mouth, Aolong regretted taking in that wild and ambitious beast.

Aolong looked around. Those familiar faces looked familiar to him. Those who were once proud of themselves were now facing him with their swords. It was such a sad thing. I, Aolong, never thought that I would die under my brother's hands today. The pain in my heart began to rise.

"Elders, Aolong is seriously injured. Everyone, help me capture him alive. Remember, don't hurt his divine soul!"

Mo Tian was the first to rush out.

"Sect Master Aolong, I apologize for offending you!"

After saying that, the ten elders looked at each other and joined the battle. Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the sky and dark clouds filled the sky. All kinds of magic interweaved together. It was a spectacular sight.

Aolong was sent flying again and again. It was a horrible sight. The sword wounds on his body were so deep that his bones could be seen. Aolong already knew that he was going to die today. Since he was going to die, he would drag a few of them along with him.

"Hahaha... Hahaha..."

Along with Aolong's laughter, Mo Tian and the others stopped their attack. An aura of death rose from the bottom of their hearts. Mo Tian's face turned ferocious as he unconsciously retreated.

"Not good, run!"

Mo Tian turned around and fled. He couldn't care about anything else. Without his life, everything was just empty talk.

"Rumble!"

A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, razing everything within a ten million mile radius to the ground. One! One could imagine the self-destruction of a peerless expert. At this moment, the God Realm was shaken. All the hidden experts opened their eyes at the same time and looked around to find out the reason...

Outside a shabby thatched hut in the Mortal Realm, a young man about twelve years old was eating firewood. He was tall, thin as firewood, and his skin was dark. Sweat the size of beans flowed down from his face, and his hands were covered with calluses.

His name was Muh Feng, and he was the third son of the Muh family, one of the three great martial families in Southern Sun City. When he was eight years old, the result of the talent test of a trash caused this eight-year-old child to lose the privilege of being a young master, and live a life of slavery. Every day, he would chop firewood and fetch water. Because he didn't have enough strength, he would often get beaten up because he didn't have enough firewood to pick enough water. In fact, he didn't even have food for a few days.

Muh Feng picked up the firewood he had chopped and piled them up one by one. He looked at the pile of firewood in front of him, which was a small hill, and smiled bitterly. He wiped his sweat and sat down on the ground.

"Hey, trash, you are slacking off again. Your skin is itchy again, right?"

A burly man walked in with a few guards with weapons.

Muh Feng suddenly stood up, not even daring to raise his head.

"Trash, I saw you sitting there and slacking off from so far away. I haven't taught you a lesson for a few days and you forgot your duty?"

"Butler Liu, I didn't slack off!" Muh Feng pointed at the pile of firewood again.

"Hmph, I said you're slacking off, so you're slacking off. Beat him up."

Following the order of the burly butler Liu, the few guards started punching and kicking at Muh Feng.

How could a twelve-year-old child be beaten up by the guards of Muh family who had extraordinary cultivation base? Muh Feng rolled around in pain, and soon passed out.

"Hmph, it's not surprising anymore. Let's go!"

Steward Liu kicked Muh Feng and found that he had indeed passed out, so he called the guards to swagger away.

After an unknown period of time, a gust of cold wind blew past. Muh Feng shivered and woke up. En, it was already midnight.

"Aiyo!"

Muh Feng had just stood up and fell down again. He had been paralyzed by the cold just now, and only now did he feel the heart-piercing pain coming from all the bones in his body.

Muh Feng grabbed the small wood on the ground and slowly moved towards the thatched hut. When he reached the room, Muh Feng took out the medicine that his older brother Mu Qing gave him a few years ago and wiped it. After wiping the medicine, Muh Feng curled up in a corner of the room and grabbed a straw to cover his body, preparing to rest.

The cold winter wind whistled, and the worn-out thatched cottage was riddled with holes. However, it could not block the invasion of the cold wind at all. Muh Feng shivered coldly.

The morning sun shone through the roof and onto Muh Feng, who was curled up in the corner. Then he looked at Muh Feng. His body was still trembling with his eyes closed. He slept like this every day. It could be seen how much suffering he had suffered, and all of this happened to this twelve-year-old child.

"Gulp!"

Muh Feng's stomach began to rebel. His hunger forced Muh Feng to wake up from his sleep. Muh Feng touched his stomach. Sigh, I haven't eaten much in a day. I'm so hungry. I reckon I won't have any food to eat these few days.

Muh Feng flipped open the straw and stood up. En, it was much better. The medicine that big brother gave Muh Feng was really effective.

He had to go up the mountain to chop firewood. Muh Feng gulped down a spoonful of water and carried the firewood basket on his back while he was hungry. He walked out of the house. Muh Feng was already used to starving. It was good that he did not think about it. If he did not go to chop firewood, he would not have any food to eat.

"Selling buns, freshly baked meat buns, one wen per..."

Muh Feng stood by the stall and stared at the steamed buns on the steamer, drooling.

"Yo, isn't this the useless young master of Muh family? What? If you want to eat buns, bring me the money. If you don't have the money, get the hell out of here. Don't interfere with my business. "

Muh Feng touched his empty pocket and left while looking at the steamer. His eyes were filled with reluctance. Muh Feng could not remember how long it had been since he had eaten meat.

At this time, a little girl about seven or eight years old in the bun shop walked in front of Muh Feng, who was about to leave, with two buns in her hands.

"Big brother, here you go!"

Muh Feng stared at the buns and then looked at the little girl. His eyes were filled with embarrassment and surprise as he unconsciously reached his hand towards the buns.

"Thank you!"

The little girl smiled and turned around to walk into the bun shop. Muh Feng held the bun in both hands and looked at the little girl's back as she left. His face was filled with gratitude.

"Trash, come here."

Muh Feng turned around and looked at the source of the voice. En, Muh Po? Muh Feng took a few steps back in fear.

Muh Po was the eldest son of Muh Feng's second uncle, and was two years older than Nie Li. He would often look for Muh Feng to have fun. In fact, he liked to beat Muh Feng up. Seeing Muh Po was even more frightening than seeing a ghost. He wished he could run as far away as possible. Now that he was deeply loved by the Elders Guild, his cultivation had already reached the ninth level of the Martial Artist realm. He was only a step away from the Houtian Realm, and was one of the top geniuses in the Southern Sun City.

Muh Feng vaguely remembered that his big brother had once said the division of martial cultivation strength. Martial artists. Houtian martial artists, Xiantian martial artists, and each boundary was divided into nine layers of heaven. In the Muh family, most of the martial artists were at the martial artist realm, and Houtian martial artists were less than two hands in number. As for the Xiantian Realm martial artists, only his father was at the Xiantian Realm, moreover, it was at the Xiantian Realm First Level. If one's talent was not enough, then they would never be able to step into the Xiantian realm for the rest of their life. Xiantian martial artists were the dream of all martial artists.

Big brother loved Muh Feng and protected him from a young age. But when Muh Feng was six years old, he suddenly disappeared without a trace. He had once asked his father, but his father did not mention a single word. In Muh Feng's heart, this had always been a mystery.

"Aiya, trash still has buns to eat?"

Muh Feng hurriedly grabbed the buns, afraid that Muh Po would snatch them away.

Muh Po gave him a look. A guard rushed over and kicked Muh Feng. Muh Feng fell flat on the ground, and the two buns rolled out of his hands.

"Pick them up and give them to me. Otherwise... Humph! Humph! " Muh Po ordered with a sinister and cunning expression.

Looking at the mud covered bun, Muh Feng's face was filled with anger. Clenching his fists tightly, Muh Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up.

"Muh Po, you are going too far. I will fight you to the death."

Muh Feng grabbed the firewood knife and rushed towards Muh Po. Before he could reach Muh Po, he was kicked away by the guard again. Muh Feng laid on the ground with his head bleeding.

Muh Po walked in front of Muh Feng and squatted down to grab Muh Feng's chin. Aren't you very powerful? You can't even beat one of my guards. What right do you have to fight me?

"Pooh!"

Muh Po touched the hot saliva on his face and stared at Muh Feng as if he wanted to eat someone.

"Good, very good. How dare you spit on me?"

"Someone, drag this trash to the Broken Gut Cliff outside the city and feed him to wild dogs."

The people on the street were talking and pointing at Muh Feng. Seeing Muh Feng being dragged out of the city by two guards, no one dared to stand out and say a word.

"Muh Po, you beast! As long as I, Muh Feng, don't die today, I will make sure you die a horrible death!"

Muh Feng kept cursing. The two guards were indifferent and allowed Muh Feng to vent his anger.

"Go to hell!"

Muh Feng quickly fell down and closed his eyes. He could only hear the air resistance and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other. Broken intestines cliff, cliff, broken intestines. No one could survive falling from the hundreds of meters cliff.

With a bang, Muh Feng fell to the bottom of the cliff. He broke into pieces and died without a complete corpse. It was a horrible sight.

Suddenly, a dazzling light appeared in the sky and fell from the sky onto Muh Feng's broken body.

A strange scene started to happen. Muh Feng's broken body began to gather and reorganize. After a while, Muh Feng was lying at the bottom of the cliff without any injuries. His face started to turn red, his heart started to beat, and his breathing started to recover.