C1 Death-deicide Rebirth

Late at night.

Inside the quiet and tidy room, Yang Liefeng who was lying on the bed suddenly sat up. He opened his eyes and was shocked to the point that he was covered in cold sweat.

So it was just a nightmare!

After he clearly saw the environment he was in, Yang Liefeng's tensed nerves relaxed a little, but he still had a lingering fear.

But, in the next moment, Yang Liefeng's eyes grew wide, and his expression shook.

This is not my body, it's not a dream!

Yes, at that moment, the Yang Liefeng sitting on the bed, strictly speaking, was not Yang Liefeng anymore.

This thin and delicate driving shell was actually Yang Liefeng's, but the soul inside this driving shell, belonged to Yang Feng.

When Yang Feng was mentioned, there was probably no one in the world who didn't know of him.

Yang Feng, the world's number one sect, Cloud Sea Sect, one of the eight great wargods. Her cultivation base was at the level of a five star War God!

It could be said that Yang Feng had contributed greatly to the rise of the Cloud Sea Sect among many powerful sects.

In the past, the Cloud Sea Sect was not the strongest sect in the world, but there were two other sects beside it. Because of the fear of killing god Yang Feng's potential, the two great sects joined forces to attack the Cloud Sea Sect, and wanted to destroy it.

When the two great sects united, the number of Martial God Stage experts was double that of Cloud Sea Sect. However, killing God Yang Feng, by relying on his powerful Chaos Bloodline, was enough to kill five Martial Gods and reverse the course of events. Not only did the Cloud Sea Sect, who was supposed to be destroyed, not perish, it had even jumped to become the number one sect in the entire world.

The name of the god of death, shocked the world!

However, never in his wildest dreams would Yang Feng have thought that the blood he had paid would not be rewarded. What he got in return was the Cloud Sea Sect's Sect Leader Li Bufan joining hands with the other seven Great War Gods to kill him, stealing the Chaotic Blood from his body!

Yang Feng fought with his life on the line. However, the strength of Li Bufan and the other seven Great War Gods was not something an ordinary Martial God could compare with. In the end, Yang Feng died with hatred!

Who would have thought that Yang Feng's soul would not disperse, but would be resurrected using Yang Liefeng's body.

"Li Bufan, for the sake of stealing my Primal Chaos Blood, you didn't take into account the price I had paid to the Cloud Sea Sect at all, I will never let you go. Since the heavens have given me the chance to take revenge, then, in this life, I will definitely destroy the Cloud Sea Sect!"

"Lin Yue, my deep love for you has been in vain. I have treated you like my greatest love and rejected thousands of beauties for you, but in the end, all I have done was exchange for your betrayal. Just you wait. In this life, I will definitely demand justice from you!"

Lin Yue was one of the Eight Great War Gods of Cloud Sea Sect, the Star God. He was beautiful like a flower, had a beautiful figure, had a astral body, and could absorb the star power and cultivate.

Back then, when Lin Yue was still a Martial Saint, he was poisoned by a Martial Saint and her life was in danger. It was Yang Feng who used up almost all of his primal chaos blood to save her life.

As expected, Lin Yue did not care about Old En and their relationship. He joined the other six Great Wargods in helping Li Bufan to kill Yang Feng.

Lin Yue's betrayal was even more heartless than Li Bufan's, causing Yang Feng's heart to ache. Therefore, Yang Feng swore that he would definitely not let them live.

"Let's digest the information in this remnant soul first."

Yang Feng knew that with his current strength, within a short period of time, it was impossible for him to take revenge.

"What, this Yang Liefeng was actually beaten to death by his cousin!"

Through the merged memories of Yang Liefeng's remnant soul, Yang Feng found out the cause of death of Yang Liefeng.

One day ago, the academy Yang Liefeng was in had organized for the lower grade students to hunt in the dense forest outside the city. In the dense forest, Yang Liefeng had good luck and ran into a first grade spirit material, the Blood Doll.

In the end, just as he was about to obtain the "Blood Doll", he was met by his cousin Yang Zhenfeng. Yang Zhenfeng extended his hand out to ask for the "Blood Doll" but Yang Liefeng refused, and in the end, after being violently beaten to death by Yang Zhenfeng, the "Blood Doll" was snatched away.

Fortunately, before the spirit beasts in the forest had eaten this body, Yang Liefeng's instructor had discovered him lying on the ground and sent him back to the Yang Mansion.

"What a ruthless Yang Zhenfeng, I don't even consider brotherly feelings. Indeed in this world, strength is king, without strength, you are nothing, and can only be bullied by others!" In his memories, Yang Liefeng had extremely poor talent for cultivation, and his blood was ordinary blood. Even until now, he had not been able to form a Qi Sea in his dantian, and although Yang Zhenfeng was average, he was still a four star warrior. Compared to Yang Liefeng, he was much stronger.

"What's wrong with this body? Why is it already sixteen and unable to even form a Qi Sea?" Yang Liefeng frowned, and started to inspect his body.

It didn't matter if he didn't check, but when he did, he was pleasantly surprised!

"What, this weak body, actually has a Chaos Bloodline!"

"Great! With the Chaos Bloodline, my Martial God's soul force, and the memories of my previous life, why would I have to worry about not being able to avenge myself?"

The results of the inspection made Yang Feng, who was once the god of slaughter, unable to contain his excitement. The surprise and joy of recovery filled his heart!

"No wonder this Yang Liefeng hasn't even formed his aurasea at sixteen years of age. All the spirit energy he absorbed from his cultivation has already been absorbed by the blood of Primal Chaos, where can the spirit energy form his aurasea in his dantian?" After the excitement, Yang Feng who had calmed down immediately understood a lot.

"To cultivate a Chaos Bloodline, one must first awaken the Chaos Bloodline and obtain the ability to control it before they can cultivate normally! It is obvious that in the Light Spirit City, no one was able to find out that Yang Liefeng possessed a Chaos Bloodline, and actually called this bloodline a mortal blood. It is truly laughable. " Yang Feng couldn't help but laugh.

"Because I have already suffered many beatings before, and with this extremely serious beating, all of the Chaos Bloodline in my body have awakened. Furthermore, I have been uncontrollably absorbing spirit energy for so many years. "Next, I'll be able to cultivate it!"

Yang Liefeng immediately sat cross-legged on the bed. Both of his hands assumed a cultivation posture, and then, he used a cultivation technique to start cultivating.

Cultivation techniques were divided into Heaven, Earth, Profound, Yellow, and Fourth Ranks. Each rank was further divided into three levels: high, high, low, and low.

The original Yang Liefeng only trained in a low level Profound Ranked cultivation technique, which was given to him by his father.

And at this moment, the cultivation technique Yang Liefeng was training with, was High Rank Heaven Realm technique.

Yang Feng, who retained the memories of his previous life, naturally didn't lack powerful martial skills. In this life, the speed at which he rose up in power couldn't be compared to that of his previous life.

The level of cultivation technique determined the cultivation speed. The cultivation speed of High Rank Heaven Realm technique was at least a hundred times faster than the speed of low grade Profound Rank cultivation technique.

Roughly two hours later, Yang Liefeng's Dantian, which originally only had a thin amount of spirit energy, had actually turned into a filled ocean of qi.

With the appearance of the aurasea, Yang Liefeng established his foundation in the martial way. Next, as long as Yang Liefeng could condense a cyclone inside the aurasea, he would become a 1-star warrior.

To condense a whirlpool would test Cultivators's control over her spirit energy, thus, most people who condensed a whirlpool for the first time would fail.

However, the current Yang Liefeng's soul was the Martial God's soul, and with his previous life's experience controlling spirit energy, condensing an air whirl was not that difficult.

An entire night had unknowingly passed by. When a streak of white had appeared on the horizon, Yang Liefeng, who was seated cross-legged on his bed, opened his eyes, an exceptionally bright light flitted across his eyes.

After exhaling a long breath of impure Qi, Yang Liefeng stood up and got off the bed.

At this moment, Yang Liefeng's aura was much thicker than before, because he had already condensed three air cyclones in his aura sea. This meant that he had become a three star warrior.

In just one night, he had gone from a trash that hadn't even been able to form his dantian's aura sea to a three-star warrior. This was absolutely shocking.

"It's time to retrieve what belongs to me."

Yang Liefeng said coldly in his heart, and immediately after, he pushed the door and walked out, quickly heading towards the Yang Mansion.

Very quickly, Yang Liefeng arrived at a courtyard that was much larger than the one he lived in. His gaze impressively locked onto one of the quaint rooms.

Boom! *

A loud sound echoed out, followed by an angry curse from the room. Immediately, an angry youth dashed out of the room.

At the same time, in the rest of the rooms in the courtyard, all of the people that were alerted ran out. All of them had ugly expressions on their faces.

"Yang Liefeng, are you sick of living? How dare you kick my door?" Seeing that it was Yang Liefeng, the youth roared even more furiously.

To be provoked by someone he regarded as trash was undoubtedly even more irritating!

"Isn't that Yang Liefeng? He has the guts to kick Brother Zhenfeng's door? "

"I think this kid is sleepwalking!"

Many of the surrounding youths had different expressions as they discussed amongst themselves.

Yang Liefeng heard all their words. He stared at Yang Zhenfeng with a cold gaze and reached out his hand to say: "Hand over the Blood Doll quickly, and then slap yourself a hundred times. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Hua!"

Yang Liefeng's words instantly shocked everyone present. After a brief period of calm, an uproar broke out.

Yang Zhenfeng was also shocked by Yang Liefeng's words. He stared blankly for a moment, then sneered: "Looks like I was too harsh on you yesterday, to actually make you say such laughable words."

"Are you sure you won't do as I say?" Yang Liefeng coldly asked.

Yang Zhenfeng's expression instantly turned fierce. Clenching his fists tightly, he said fiercely: "I see that you're addicted to being beaten up. If you don't hit me once a day, your skin will itch. This young master will grant your wish!"

Saying that, Yang Zhenfeng was about to attack, but all the young masters of the Yang family had evil smiles on their faces.

A fierce light flashed past Yang Liefeng's eyes. He was about to attack and teach Yang Zhenfeng a lesson.

At this time, an urgent voice abruptly sounded, "Stop!"

The two men who were about to attack stopped when they heard the sound and turned around. They saw a middle-aged man running toward them with an anxious expression on his face.

Not far behind him, a middle-aged woman with a delicate and pretty appearance held onto her dress as she ran over with a similarly anxious expression.

Seeing the two of them, Yang Liefeng's heart felt warm, but at the same time, he felt uncomfortable.

This middle-aged man and woman were Yang Liefeng's parents, Yang Xiao and Liu Hua.

There was no need to ask, Yang Liefeng knew that the two of them must have gone to look for him, but they had noticed that he was not in his room. After asking around, they came to find him, and upon knowing that he was here, they were extremely worried.

Parents' love was deeper than the sea!

"Third Uncle, why are you here? Don't worry, I was just playing with Yang Liefeng. I promise I won't beat him to death!" Yang Zhenfeng looked at Yang Xiao and said.

Yang Xiao's sharp eyebrows rose, his face was filled with anger: "Yang Zhenfeng, don't go overboard, yesterday you snatched Rift Wind's blood doll and beat him up, could it be that you're going to make a move today?"

Yang Zhenfeng curled his lips in disapproval, and pointed to the door that Yang Liefeng had smashed open, and said: "Third Uncle, today, I did not take the initiative to provoke him, but he came to look for me himself. Look, he was so capable, and actually broke my door with a kick, tell me, can I not teach him a lesson?"

Being looked down upon by a junior in front of him, Yang Xiao's face became incomparably gloomy, between his brows, his anger surged, "I will compensate you, if you dare to even touch my son today, see how I will take care of you!"

"Haha, third uncle, I advise you not to be rash. Your crippled meridians can't withstand the impact of the spiritual energy." Yang Zhenfeng did not place Yang Xiao's threat in his eyes at all as he ridiculed him.

"Bastard, you have no respect for your elders. Even if I, Yang Xiao, can endure the pain today, I will still teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents!" Being mocked repeatedly by this nephew of Yang Zhenfeng, Yang Xiao became angry from embarrassment. Immediately, he could not care about activating his spirit energy, as his meridians would be in extreme pain, as he directly struck out with his palm towards Yang Zhenfeng.

Yang Zhenfeng saw that Yang Xiao was actually going to fight, and his face revealed a shocked expression, because he knew that although Yang Xiao had crippled meridians due to the fight against the enemy back then, and would suffer severe pain the moment he used his spirit energy, he was still a Nine-Star Martial Master after all. He was one step away from becoming a Martial King, and his strength was that of a four star warrior's.

Just when Yang Zhenfeng thought that he was about to make a fool of himself, a sudden gust of wind blew across the ground and blew Yang Xiao's body away. The palm that Yang Xiao had struck did not manage to land on his body.

"Third brother, you are truly returning from life. You actually dare to fight against a member of the younger generation. Do you not think that you have lost enough face?" The strong wind dispersed and a middle-aged man wearing a long robe with a mustache walked over with his hands behind his back.

"Father!"

Seeing the robed middle aged man, Yang Zhenfeng became excited and shouted at him.

According to Yang Liefeng's memories, Yang Feng knew that this robed middle-aged man was Yang Zhenfeng's father, the Second Master of the Yang family, Yang Yi.

"Yang Yi, Yang Zhenfeng has gone too far, not only did he snatch the blood doll, he even beat up the storm and made a move on the storm, as his father, are you not going to take care of it?" Yang Xiao's eyes were filled with anger as he asked Yang Yi furiously, mixed with unwillingness.

It was a pity that in his battle against his opponent that year, his meridians were severely damaged and he was no longer able to cultivate. That was why Yang Yi had come later on, and surpassed him.

Yang Yi grinned disdainfully, and said: "It's just a spar between juniors, it's not that big of a deal. If you have to blame him, you can only blame your son for not being able to work hard and getting taken care of by my son, it was because he didn't have the capability to do so himself."

"You!"

Yang Yi's indulgence of his son caused a blue vein to bulge out of Yang Xiao's forehead.

At this time, Yang Liefeng, who had been silent all this time, spoke up, "Mn, you're right. So, next up, I want to exchange pointers with Yang Zhenfeng."

"Very well, you all take care of the matters between the younger generation. As your elders, we will not interfere in it." Yang Yi looked at the surprised and puzzled Yang Xiao with an evil smile.

"No, Windbreaker, you are so stupid. You can't have a spar with him." Liu Hua's face was nervous as she shouted at Yang Liefeng.

A faint smile appeared on Yang Liefeng's face, and he said to Liu Hua: "Mother, don't worry, I will be fine."

"Hehe, I'll let you know right away if anything happens to you." Yang Zhenfeng rubbed his hands together, and said with a sinister smile.

Yang Liefeng looked at Yang Zhenfeng, his expression cold and stern, and said coldly: "Cut the crap, go ahead!"

"Alright, kid, you're looking for a beating. I'll fulfill your wish!"

Yang Zhenfeng shouted coldly, activated his spirit energy, and rushed over to Yang Liefeng's side. He struck out with his palm towards Yang Liefeng, and the spirit energy on his palm surged. With Yang Liefeng's original physique, this palm strike was enough to heavily injure him.

"No!"

Seeing that, Liu Hua cried out.

Boom! *

When Yang Zhenfeng's palm that was surging spirit energy was about to hit his chest, he suddenly threw out a punch. His speed was extremely fast, and actually took a step forward, as the spirit energy wrapped around him smashed onto Yang Zhenfeng's chest.

Puff.

This scene was too shocking, and instantly silenced the entire area, to the point that the sounds of Yang Zhenfeng spitting out blood was extremely bright.