Chapter 1: That Instant of Reincarnation

  All practitioners in the world have no intention but to pursue longevity.

  Then what should be done after living forever?

  ……

  Under the vast sky, lightning tore through the air, dark clouds rolled in, and a strong gust of wind blew. On the mountain highway, five fully armed cars sped by like a storm, heading straight for the city.

  In 2015, the Xianyang Museum in Shaanxi Province welcomed a batch of extremely precious unearthed cultural relics. The tomb of Han Gaozu Liu Bang was finally seen again, and a large number of artifacts from two thousand years ago were being transported into the museum.

  "Be careful, don't break it!"

  The aged museum director's face was flushed with excitement as he carefully wiped away the dust from the packing box, and laughed: "Finally, the most precious tomb group of the Han Dynasty has been unearthed!"

  "Crack!"

  The car door opened, and several police officers in uniform got out of the car. One of them knocked on the window with his hand and said in a low voice, "Boss, wake up, we're here!"

  The rear car door opened, a handsome young man lifted the brim of his hat, revealing a hint of a smile, and said: "Start transporting, ensure this batch of artifacts is safely delivered to the designated location!"

  "Yes, sir!"

  ……

  Ye Yang, head of the security department at Xianyang City Museum, is 21 years old this year. He enlisted in the army at the age of 17 and has two years of special forces experience. His face is as sharp as a knife, with a slight raise of his sword-like eyebrows, and a pair of deep, black eyes that seem to hide something unreadable.

  The old curator walked up and smiled: "Ye Yang, you've had a hard time on this trip!"

  "Uncle Da, you're too polite, it's what should be done!"

  Ye Yang strode in with a big step and said, "Has the scene been cleared?"

  "Ah, it was already cleared up by three o'clock in the afternoon!"

  The old curator said in a deep voice: "Liu Bang's true tomb has been unearthed, and I've heard that many greedy people are already itching to make a move. In half an hour, the Municipal Public Security Bureau will dispatch 20 police officers to stand guard here. Your mission is to ensure the safety of these cultural relics tonight, absolutely no mistakes can be made!"

  "Ah, I know!"

  Ye Yang nodded, gazing at the artifacts being arranged in the distance. Among these artifacts were many 'jade' objects that were extremely fragile and easily damaged. However, they didn't capture Ye Yang's attention. His gaze remained fixed on an ancient long sword. This sword had endured for two thousand years without rusting, with only a few streaks of grayish marks on the blade. As the staff carefully wiped it clean, the sword's edge still emitted a faint chill, leaving Ye Yang astonished and convinced that this sword must have an extraordinary origin!

  At night, the artifacts were sent to the storage room one by one. Four fully armed security personnel stood around the corners of the walls. Ye Yang leaned against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, gazing deeply at the storage room with a sense of unease in his heart, feeling that something unexpected would happen tonight.

  Looking into the distance, 20 police officers with live ammunition are on guard everywhere. With such a large police force deployed, it is believed that everything can be guaranteed to be foolproof.

  The clock ticked away, striking at Ye Yang's heart, making him feel even more uneasy. He raised his head to gaze up at the pitch-black night sky, his sword-like eyebrows inverted.

  At night, it seemed even more quiet, and several of Ye Yang's subordinates started yawning.

  Ye Yang looked at the ancient sword in the transparent display case in the distance, and he could vaguely see a faint blue moonlight gleaming on the edge of the sword, but there was no moon tonight.

  "Boom!"

  Suddenly a loud noise broke everything quiet!

  The museum's rooftop was "pierced" by a hole, countless shattered glass debris fell down, smashing everywhere, the huge impact force easily tore through the storage room's bulletproof layer, shaking the entire hall into chaos.

  A group of police officers simultaneously pulled out their guns, each holding their breath as they stared at the storage room, where something was on top!

  A cold wind blew in, and the crowd saw clearly that it was a young man wearing a black robe, with long hair and a cold face, looking at the crowd with a faint gaze.

  What's most astonishing is that this young man was actually floating in mid-air, his footsteps moving forward, each step sinking deeply into the void, creating ripples of blue waves. This was truly unbelievable!

  "Pffft!"

  The young man reached out and pierced the bulletproof glass, took out the ancient sword from the display cabinet, and then looked around coldly.

  The captain of the police squad stepped forward and shouted in a broken tone: "You... what are you, put down the cultural relics immediately, otherwise we'll open fire!"

  The young man's mouth corners rose, revealing a hint of disdainful smile. With one hand waving in the air, a powerful and fierce aura suddenly struck the police captain's chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and fly backward like a broken kite, already unconscious.

  Bang!

  The gunshot rang out, but the young man was not afraid at all. With a light drink, a pale blue aura appeared in front of him, and with a "bang bang bang" sound, he deflected all the bullets!

  A police officer was completely stunned, this kind of situation, they had never encountered in their lifetime.

  At this time, the young man finally cast his eyes on Ye Yang. He smiled wryly and said in a low voice: "I... have finally found you! I've been waiting for this day for too long!"

  Ye Yang coldly pulled out his handgun, flew up and stepped on the wall of the storage room, his body lightly bounced off and pounced on the strange young man like a fierce tiger, the gun in his hand fiercely thrust forward and fired a shot at the opponent's chest!

  "Boom!"

  The bullet flew again, Ye Yang secretly cursed, miscalculated!

  The young man flew in swiftly and struck down with a sword like lightning.

  "Hmph!"

  A tearing pain came from his chest, Ye Yang looked at his own chest, a sword blade was inserted all the way in, fresh blood gushed out, the sky spun and the earth turned, Ye Yang couldn't believe he would die like this.

  The young man pressed against the sword's edge, his face cold and stern, looking into Ye Yang's eyes, saying lightly: "Go back, love her wholeheartedly once again!"

  "Brush!"

  The ancient sword burst out with countless strong lights, instantly engulfing Ye Yang's body. The strange young man had already flown into the air, his hand open, and the airflow surged. In just an instant, the entire museum turned to dust, completely destroyed.

  ……

  Ye Yang was in a daze, as if he was having a nightmare. He heard the sound of silvery laughter by his ear, saw the teardrops on the green bamboo leaves, and heard the mournful cries from the battlefield, but he didn't know that his fate had already changed at this moment.

  "Ah!"

  He took a deep breath and finally woke up, muttering: "Where am I?"

  "Master, you've finally woken up!"

  A sweet, gentle voice of a woman came to his ears, Ye Yang was startled and hastily opened his eyes to sit up, only to find himself lying on a large bed made of brocade silk. On one side, a beautiful woman with a surprised expression looked at him, while on the other side, another lovely woman had the same expression as she gazed at him.

  Suddenly, two 'girls' rushed into Ye Yang's arms together, excitedly saying: "Master, you've finally woken up, great, great!"

  He suddenly fell into a dream, with a warm and fragrant 'jade' in his arms. This feeling couldn't be just a dream, but if it wasn't a dream, how could everything around him be explained?

  Long-necked crane lamp, tiger-striped armchair, carved eight-angle table, these should all be first-class cultural relics, but now they are just around me.

  Ye Yang gazed out of the window at the still blue sky and suddenly realized that he had crossed over!

  Taking a deep breath, Ye Yang pushed away the two 'girls' in his arms and said: "I seem to have... forgotten something, who are you two?"

  One of the blue-clad girls smiled and said: "Young Master, I'm Xiao Xiuyu, how come you don't recognize me?"

  The woman in red said: "Sir, after a serious illness, you don't even recognize little Lianxiang?"

  Ye Yang rubbed his temples and asked: "Are you guys...?"

  "Be a concubine." said Xiao Lian, her voice trembling with tears.

  Ye Yang was relieved, and indeed, he had been a smooth talker in his previous life. This time, he had gained two lovely concubines who were as beautiful as flowers and jade. Such good fortune wasn't something that ordinary people could have.

  At this moment, a strong gust of wind suddenly struck, and a black shadow pounced on the "bed" side. With one swift motion, it grabbed Ye Yang's arms and boomed in a thunderous voice: "Bàtiān, you've finally woken up! Good son, you've finally awoken!"

  Ye Yang looked up to see a middle-aged man, weighing at least 250 pounds or more, grabbing him. The man had a 'fat' head, big ears and a red face, but his strength was surprisingly great, making it impossible for Ye Yang to break free.

  "Fatty, who are you?!" Ye Yang was furious.

  Fatso was shocked and said: "Bàtiān, I am your old father Ye Nan Tian, how can you not even recognize me?"

  "Dad?"

  Ye Yang secretly cursed, this heaven-sent old fellow was indeed a handful!

  And his own name is actually called Ba Tian...... How can such a domineering name be endured?

  Ye Yang felt like he was going crazy.

  Xiao Xi 'Yu' said: "Dad, Zi Yu seems to have been affected by the serious illness and lost some memories. He doesn't even know who we are..."

  "It doesn't matter, just rest for a few days and you'll be fine. A serious illness has kept you in bed for half a year, an ordinary person would have given up long ago."

  Ye Yang's mind was flooded with countless thoughts, but in the end he decided that since he had come to this world, he might as well make the most of it and slowly look for a way back. For now, his priority was to survive in this world, eat his fill and dress warmly. So he said to Fatso, "Is there nothing else? Then let me rest for a while, call me when it's time to eat."

  Ye Nantian was overjoyed, finally waiting for her son to wake up, but unexpectedly only got a sentence "Call me when it's time to eat", fortunately Ye Yang looked relatively healthy and didn't seem to have any problems.

  Ye Nantian straightened up, his sleeves fluttering as he became majestic, and said in a deep voice: "Ba Tian, take a rest today. Tomorrow morning is the Fire God ceremony for the young generation of the family. You must attend. All hopes of the Ye family are now pinned on you!"

  Ye Yang's eyes fluttered open: "The Fire God Canon?"

  "Yes, you'll naturally know tomorrow, rest well, I'll call you for dinner!"

  Ye Nantian turned around and walked out of the door, leaving behind Ye Yang and his two beautiful concubines.

  Ye Yang glanced at Xiaoxi 'Yu', and then looked at Xiaolixiang, the two young women were only wearing thin silk shirts, their figures were beautiful, those peaks and valleys rising and falling, round and delicate, making people applaud.

  Two girls also looked at Ye Yang, finally, Xiao Lianxiang suddenly blushed and said: "Master just woke up today, his body is too weak, we sisters will... temporarily go to the side room to rest?"

  Ye Yang nodded repeatedly as if granting a great amnesty: "Mm, go!"

  Ye Yang didn't dare to want someone else's 'servant' to sleep, after all he wasn't Ye Ba Tian, and it wouldn't be good to replace the two 'flower-like jade' servant girls after moving them.

  ……

  The next morning, Ye Yang got up early and dressed neatly. Then, Ye Nan Tian appeared with another young man.

  "How was your sleep?"

  "It's okay."

  "This is your cousin Ye Shuang, the second branch of our Ye family. Whether our Ye family can make a stunning debut in this Fire God Convention depends on you two brothers!"

  "Yes!"

  "Yes, Uncle!"

  Two people followed Ye Nantian onto the horse carriage, Ye Yang was puzzled but didn't ask much. The faces of both Ye Nantian and Ye Shuang were extremely cold and stern, their expressions even more solemn than when visiting a grave, it's clear they attached great importance to this Fire God ceremony.

  Ye Yang looked at Ye Nan Tian and then at Ye Shuang, finally knowing better than to speak.

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