Chapter 1: The True Explanation of White Lotus

  It's now March, and the gentle sun is slowly setting, casting a gloomy haze over this small village called Yangjiacun.

  "What have I done!"

  "It's true, Xiao Yanghao was already pitiful enough, and now he's actually been beaten to death by Yang Ba."

  "That Yang Ba, he's done all sorts of bad things, he'll get his comeuppance sooner or later..."

  "Shh... don't say another word, be careful it gets to that wicked person's ears..."

  A group of guys hastily shut their mouths, but their heads still couldn't help but look around in all directions, fearing that the extremely cruel Yang Ba would suddenly appear and be beaten to death by this evil person just like Yang Hao.

  ……

  This is a desolate hillside with many scattered graves. The graves are desolate and overgrown with weeds. On a crooked-necked tree, a black crow with scarlet eyes searches for rotting corpses, occasionally making a hoarse cry.

  Suddenly, the crow's eyes locked onto a newly appeared corpse with tattered clothes and a frail body. With a flutter of its wings, the crow flew over. This could be another satisfying meal.

  Hehe...

  Space cracked open a fissure, and with a "plop", the crow was torn in two by the spatial rift. Fresh blood splattered everywhere, and its glossy black feathers flew about in disarray.

  Whoosh, a sacred white lotus platform emerged from the spatial rift. On the platform sat a weak soul. The soul stared at these emaciated corpses.

  "He's just died, his body is still active. And he's still young, with a lot of room for growth!" the soul muttered to itself.

  This soul's eyes gazed upwards high, several miles away there was a village, with lights twinkling like stars, above the village there was a thin layer of white light swirling around, protecting this village.

  "This? Is this the Qi Yun mentioned in the White Lotus True Explanation?" The soul was filled with surprise and excitement. A gust of cold wind blew, and the White Lotus Platform flickered, seeming to dim slightly.

  Pan Hao snapped out of his astonishment, there was no time to lose, he had to make a quick decision.

  The White Lotus Platform emitted a holy light, and with a sudden sound, it transformed into a grain of rice-sized particle. It shot towards the corpse's Yintang and drilled in.

  With a loud crash, the remaining memories in his mind rushed towards Pan Hao. Scene after scene unfolded before him like a movie, for Pan Hao to browse.

  The White Lotus Platform under Pan Hao's Soul Seat burst open with a loud noise, and the rolling Pre-Heaven True Qi flowed through the entire body of this corpse. The originally pale and bloodless skin began to turn rosy. The stopped heart started beating again, and the blood flowed loudly. Cellular vitality was revived.

  Pan Hao slowly sorted out the memories he had obtained. Pan Hao was reborn in a small village in a place called Great Song Dynasty, which is similar to ancient China, but with vast territories. The territory of just one Great Song Dynasty was as large as that of China during Pan Hao's lifetime.

  The Great Song Dynasty is surrounded by several countries that are even larger than it, and countless small nations stand on this vast continent. In short, this is a magnificent great world with ancient civilizations more brilliant than China's.

  A moment later, Pan Hao struggled to get up from the ground.

  "Yang Ba!" Pan Hao's eyes narrowed, this Yang Ba was a peripheral member of the Tianhe Town Zhongtian Wolf Gate, also a local tyrant in the ten-mile-eight-village area, and had a grudge against the Yang Hao family. This time, for the jade pendant left by Yang Hao's father, he actually beat Yang Hao to death and threw his body on this mountain ridge.

  Although it was also because of Yang Hao's death that Pan Hao was able to be reborn, now he has accepted this body and Yang Hao is also him, Pan Hao, and this vendetta has been taken on.

  However, before that, he had to take care of his body first. Pan Hao struggled to get up, sat cross-legged, and scanned his body with his divine sense.

  "Rupture of five internal organs and hemorrhage, multiple fractures in various parts of the body."

  Ka ka......, enduring the pain, Pan Hao straightened his bones, and after a while, his body was sweating coldly. After fixing the fracture, Pan Hao calmed down, closed his eyes, and sensed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

  If this internal injury isn't healed, this body might have to die again. If that happens, it would be a real tragedy.

  The cultivation method practiced by Pan Hao is called Bailian Zhen Jie, which was discovered in a secret cave while traveling on Mount Tai. Bailian Zhen Jie is divided into nine layers, and after successfully cultivating each layer, one's strength increases exponentially.

  In the end, Lian Cheng became a ninth-rank immortal, and his ascension to immortality was in sight. Of course, these were also things said in books, and Pan Hao didn't know what was true or false. In his past life, spiritual energy was scarce, and cultivation was difficult. He had only cultivated up to the second rank of Lian Cheng.

  Once Bailian Zhenjie reaches the second rank, it is the congenital period that ordinary warriors pursue for their entire lives. The lifespan can reach 200 years, and being proficient in nourishing life, reaching over 200 years old is not an extravagant hope.

  In his previous life, Pan Hao was in this state, but only because he couldn't bear to see some high-ranking officials do certain things, and finally disaster struck. Otherwise, living to be 100 or 160 years old would have been a normal thing.

  ……

  A faint, white mist-like spiritual energy was absorbed into Pan Hao's body. As the spiritual energy entered his body, Pan Hao's spirit shook. The spiritual energy in this world is so abundant, compared to the previous life's world, it's simply heaven and earth apart.

  The vital energy slowly enters the dantian, inside the dantian, a phantom white lotus flower sways back and forth, slowly absorbing the vital energy and transforming it into true energy.

  Then guide the pale white true energy to the injured place. Immediately, a numb and tingling sensation arrives, as if countless ants are walking around inside the body, this is the spiritual energy repairing the physical body.

  The numbness and tingling sensation slowly began to subside, and Pan Hao knew that his body was almost fully recovered. The old scars fell off one by one, and his skin became fairer. His life energy also grew stronger.

  Plop...... A mouthful of black, foul-smelling dark blood was spat out by Pan Hao. Pan Hao's eyes slowly opened, and a faint white lotus flower gradually disappeared from his two pupils.

  "This world is truly a paradise for cultivators." With the abundant spiritual energy in this world, cultivating the White Lotus True Scripture was like making rapid progress, and Pan Hao felt that within one or two years, he would definitely be able to reach his previous life's level.

  After Pan Hao's body was basically restored, he continued to meditate in the lotus position. The illusory white lotus in his dantian frantically absorbed the external spiritual energy, like a glutton, refusing none. The spiritual energy was transformed into true energy.

  ……

  Early in the morning, a ray of sunlight passes through the withered tree, and falls on the ground in patches. The distant sound of birds chirping brings a hint of life to the desolate and bleak burial mound.

  Pan Hao suddenly opened his eyes, a pale white lotus flower flashed in his pupils. A faint white mist churned endlessly within his dantian. A transparent white lotus flower grew in his dantian, blooming with nine petals, pure and holy.

  And under the white lotus flower, a drop of pure white water dripped onto the root of the white lotus flower, continuously absorbing the white misty true energy from the dantian, condensing and refining the true energy.

  This pure white water droplet was the congenital seed brought by Pan Hao. Although this water droplet is small, it is the wide and flat road for Pan Hao to enter the congenital period. With this water droplet, there are no more barriers below the congenital period for Pan Hao.

  Pan Hao slowly stood up, dusting off the dirt on his body. He looked around and saw a desolate hillside with withered ancient trees. Scattered all over were graves, wooden tombstones tilted at an angle in front of the mounds. Some graves were dug too shallow, and after being washed by heavy rain, half of the buried corpses were exposed. A scene of deathly stillness and terror.

  Pan Hao's eyes narrowed slightly as he walked down the mountain slope with an unchanged expression. As a martial artist who had once reached the Xiantian stage, this environment really didn't have much of an impact on him.

  ……

  Yangjia Village, a remote small village. Villagers work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Life is able to satisfy the basic needs of food and clothing. Yang Hao's family was considered one of the wealthy families in the village, with his father being a merchant who was kind and astute. However, last month he inadvertently obtained a jade pendant, which had a delicate and warm texture, carved with a golden fish jumping and waves rippling.

  It was this jade pendant that brought about the disaster, and after Yang's father went out one day, he never came back. A few days later, his body was found in a small forest, with dozens of knife wounds on it. Yang's mother was heartbroken, her old illness relapsed, and after holding on for several days, she finally passed away.

  A fourteen-year-old boy, both parents passed away one after another, the blow to Yang Hao can be imagined. However, the tragedy is far from over, a ruthless character appears in front of Yang Hao. The tyrant of Yang village, bullying men and women, had several verbal spats with Yang's father, but Yang's father had some money and connections, so the tyrant didn't dare to make a move.

  This time, however, Yang Ba suddenly appeared with a few men and rummaged through Pan Hao's house, but found nothing. He then dragged over Yang Hao, who was standing aside, and interrogated him about the whereabouts of Yu Zhen.

  It was then that Yang Hao knew why Yang Ba had come. Yang Hao refused to speak even in the face of death, and finally he was beaten to death.

  Thinking back to this, Pan Hao's eyes were deeply condensed, without a doubt, Yang Bo's death was absolutely related to this Yang Ba. Pan Hao arrived at the village entrance and stepped forward without hesitation.

  "What is this?"

  "A ghost!"

  ……

  The village entrance suddenly became chaotic. Several villagers who were preparing to go out and work in the fields saw Pan Hao walking towards them from a distance, and their hearts immediately filled with fear, trembling with fright. In a panic, they dropped their farm tools and hastily retreated back into the village.