Chapter 2 Rebirth

  Dizzy and disoriented, feeling a complete mess in his head.

  Am I dead...?

  Floating in mid-air, Ling Fei cursed loudly in his heart:

  Who says that a practitioner of Taoism can necessarily turn his hand over and make clouds, or cover his hand and make rain, and be all-powerful in heaven and earth?

  Who says that being a master refiner is a noble and respected position, with everyone looking up to you, giving orders to millions of people, and farting with someone behind you smelling it?

  All nonsense, complete nonsense!!

  Ling Fei felt that he had died unjustly, and unexpectedly couldn't even dodge the most ordinary sword technique. At that moment, his mind seemed to pause for a second, and then he was pierced through the heart by a single sword.

  Although Du Dangui died under the peach blossom, he was still elegant as a ghost, but Ling Fei had not lived enough, and if he died like this, wouldn't it be a waste of all the love and care from his female comrades?

  In a daze, in the dark of night, a streak of light suddenly appeared from somewhere, and in an instant, it split open a piece of brightness in the entire darkness.

  It was a wine pot-like thing with two slightly pointed ends and intricate carvings all over its body, shining with a dazzling light.

  Isn't this the broken pot I picked up on the mountain a few days ago?

  Didn't I give it to Liu Mei'er before I died?

  "Little Prince, Little Prince..."

  It was unknown how long had passed when a sudden and urgent voice woke Ling Fei from his daze.

  Little Prince?

  Ling Fei's heart leaped with joy, could it be that even in the underworld, he still had this status? That was too awesome!

  He slowly opened his eyes, and a burst of scorching sunlight made Ling Fei's eyes well up with tears. He hastily closed them again, and only after a while did he adapt to take in his surroundings.

  Here are shrubs standing upright, wildflowers all over the ground, and pieces of fallen leaves with butterflies fluttering in the air, like a forest suburb.

  In front of Ling Fei stood a young servant wearing a green hat and a green robe, his expression tense as he stared at him.

  Ling Fei woke up and that little servant hurriedly called out: "Young Master Wang is awake, Young Master Wang is awake."

  Ling Fei was suddenly and inexplicably stunned, just as he was about to speak, his head transmitted a sharp pain, some thoughts rushed in instantly, filling his mind in an instant, swelling with painful cracks:

  Cangqiong Continent... Yun Tian Empire... I am Chu Hao, the Crown Prince of Weiyuan Wangye.

  Ling Fei was shocked and bewildered, where had he ever encountered such a shocking event? Looking at the high sun, the dense forest, the scattered shrubs and hunting objects, as well as the few horses and guards rushing towards him in the distance, he struggled to get up, but his body swayed, those chaotic thoughts merged into his memory, making his thinking even more confused.

  This is the Azure Continent, the Azure Continent is a world ruled by humans and dominated by spiritual energy.

  His name is Chu Hao, the young master of the Yun Tian Empire, the first empire in the southwest of the Cangyun continent. His father, Chu Yunfei, is the younger brother of the current emperor and also the Weiyuan King of the Wei Zhen Empire.

  Weiyuan Wangye had two sons, the elder son died in an accident ten years ago. He, Chu Hao, is seventeen this year and is the only son left to Chu Yunfei. Chu Hao was gifted since childhood, at the age of ten, he reached the realm of Lian Gu Liu Ceng, and was hailed as a rare talent that even the Yunfei Empire wouldn't see in hundreds of years!

  Unfortunately, Chu Hao went berserk at the age of fifteen in order to break through the sixth layer of the Refining Skin realm. Although he managed to preserve his life in the end, his cultivation seemed to have deflated like a punctured balloon and continued to decline until now, where he was only a second-layer Bone Forging martial artist, unable to advance no matter what.

  After that incident, Chu Hao, the future star of the empire and the proud son of heaven, had a drastic change in temperament. He became arrogant and rude, with no respect for authority or tradition. In less than three years, he gained notoriety in the capital city as a notorious and vicious young master, becoming a true-to-form evil young noble.

  Chu Hao? Crown Prince?

  Memories of past lives and present lives crowded in his mind, and for a moment, Ling Fei didn't even know whether he was Ling Fei of the Huaxia Xiu Zhen Realm or Chu Hao, the crown prince of the Cloud Heaven Empire on this vast continent!

  Memories surged forth in a jumbled mess, making his head ache and his heart feel nauseous; for a moment, he couldn't even tell who he was anymore.

  Suddenly, he seemed to remember: He was out in the suburbs with his guards for a spring outing and hunt. Earlier, he had seen a fluffy rabbit, and curiously drove his horse away from his guards to come here. Later, it seemed that his horse suddenly went mad, and he fell off, then fainted...

  Rubbing his aching and swelling head, all these things floated in his mind, Ling Fei was shocked and frightened, how could such an unbelievable thing happen, had he crossed over?

  Liu Mei'er's one sword can make Laozi cross over? Isn't she holding the town-suppressing immortal sword of Ci Hang Jing Zhai?

  Just as Ling Fei was in a daze, the young servant arrived at his side with guards. Seventeen people dismounted their horses and knelt on the ground, saying: "The subordinate guard is not strong enough, please punish the young master!"

  Ling Fei looked at the leader in front of him, who was about thirty years old, with dark skin, broad forehead and thick eyebrows, high cheekbones and big eyes, his powerful physique wrapped in silver light armor, his eyes shining brightly, although kneeling on the ground, still exuding an aura of majesty.

  This person, Ling Fei, remembered that his name was Chu Mo, the leader of the guards sent by King Weiyuan to protect Chu Hao. He was a martial artist who had already reached the 9th layer of skin refining period and was only one step away from the innate realm of Qi refining.

  "What punishment……" Ling Fei's thoughts were unstable, and he waved his hand, but he felt a sharp pain coming from his foot. He looked down to see that the leather knee pad had been cut open, revealing a crimson streak of blood, although it wasn't too serious.

  Ling Fei took a deep breath, turned sideways to look at the horse he had just ridden, which was now lying on the ground with a gaping wound from its neck to its hind legs, flesh and muscle exposed, blood flowing profusely, clearly mortally wounded.

  Those guards apparently also saw this scene, stood up in unison, their eyes gleaming with electricity, sizing up the surroundings.

  Chu Mo looked at the wound on Ling Fei's knee and felt a chill in his heart. He glared with his tiger eyes, turned his head to look at the young servant who had been following Ling Fei earlier, and shouted loudly: "Xiao Si, what happened when you were following Young Master Wang just now?!"

  This sound was loud and clear, mixed with a hint of acquired power, which also made Ling Fei's eardrum numb.

  That little servant retreated in a flurry, his face showing a look of terror, as he kowtowed and said: "General, I was following Young Master Wang just now, but the horse was too fast, I couldn't see clearly from behind. I heard the fierce horse let out a loud whinny, and then Young Master Wang fell off and fainted. This has nothing to do with me, I am loyal to Young Master Wang, heaven and earth can bear witness!"

  Xiao Si grew up following Xiao Wangye since he was young. Chu Mo stared at him for a few moments, seeing that he couldn't say anything to explain himself, and had no choice but to give up. He ordered his subordinates to check around the area, but still didn't find any clues.

  Chu's face was extremely solemn, to be able to leave such a large wound on the body of this majestic green-maned horse and yet keep the horse unharmed, at least a seven-layer skin-refining assassin would be required, but instead, he didn't kill the young prince, what did he intend to do?

  A group of people knelt on the ground, not even daring to breathe, waiting for Young Master Chu Hao's words.

  "Returning to the mansion! I... Little Wang is going to sleep!" Ling Fei's head was extremely muddled at this moment, where did he have the energy to examine what was in front of him? In his mind, he had already died once, so what was there to fear?!

  Chu Mo and the guards looked at each other in confusion, unable to understand the calmness and thoughts of the young master. However, Chu Mo was after all a former general-level figure in the palace, so he left ten people including Xiao Si behind to investigate suspicious clues.

  After handling all of this, Chu Mo finally pulled over a horse and helped Ling Fei onto it. Looking at Ling Fei's pale face, as if his soul had been frightened out of him, Chu Mo shook his head and sighed inwardly: The former proud and arrogant young prince had become like this!

  Heaven plays tricks on people, what a pity, what a waste.

  "Drive!"

  Chu Mo turned over and mounted his horse, and a group of people rushed towards the city at the foot of the mountain.