Chapter Thirty-Two: Reborn as Human

  Pan Hao's intention was the same as last time, and he was unceremoniously rejected from the underworld. As soon as the thought emerged, Pan Hao's incarnation felt the location of his true self.

  At the same time, in a corner of the world, a baby was born. The moment he came into this world, his bright and clear eyes were wide open, with an innocent gaze scanning this unfamiliar world.

  Suddenly, a drop of crimson divine power flowed out from within the infant's soul, and thread by thread, fragments of his soul emerged, revealing scene after scene.

  Wang Er regained his memory and suddenly realized that he had been reborn as a human. His past memories had transformed into his previous life, and those people and things were like flowers in the fog. It's time to let go! Wang Er sighed secretly in his heart.

  Suddenly, Wang Er's eyes revealed a puzzled expression, followed by a grateful emotion. It turned out that Pan Hao had left behind a cultivation method in his soul, called the Green Lotus Sword Song!

  The Qinglian Sword Song was obtained by Pan Hao in his previous life, and Pan Hao also created the Bailian Sword Song based on the Qinglian Sword Song. Now, the power of the Bailian Sword Song has far surpassed that of the Qinglian Sword Song. However, the Qinglian Sword Song is still one of the few precious skills in the mortal world. Pan Hao leaving behind this skill can be considered as compensation for himself interrupting Wang Er's chance to seize the body, let alone that the skills of the mortal world are already dispensable for Pan Hao.

  The crimson divine power gradually diminished as the fragments of memory flowed out, and finally disappeared into nothingness.

  "No matter who the senior is, this kindness of rebirth is like being born again to one's parents. To be given a technique once more. I should pay homage as a respected teacher!" Wang Er's heart surged with emotion, muttering to himself. From then on, in a certain place on the mainland, a child prodigy was born, beginning his glorious and legendary life.

  On the other hand, Pan Hao naturally did not know that he had inexplicably become a respected master.

  "A thousand miles away from Quanshui County, but it should still be within the borders of the Great Song Dynasty!" Pan Hao's thoughts rose rapidly as he looked around. This was a dense forest, with mountains stretching far and wide. The trees were tall and majestic, their leaves lush and dense. The bark was rough and ancient, like dragons coiled around the trunks. The entire forest exuded an air of primitiveness, savagery, and antiquity.

  Whoosh, the thought turned into a red light that streaked across the sky and rapidly flew away, disappearing above the ancient forest.

  Ideas are floating in the air, overlooking the world, on this earth, countless cities' aura gathers and rises to the sky. These auras have white color, red color, and some even show light yellow color. There are also imperial court human aura rising, with white cranes clear cries, high-flying cloud geese. There are bears roaring loudly, tigers and leopards awe-inspiring.

  Pan Haixin's mind was constantly turning, and the level of human luck is also white, red, green, and purple. When the human emperor's luck reaches the purple color, the county master can reach the red color. His own divine way has spread to several nearby counties, but his luck has not yet broken through light red to reach crimson.

  "It's not just because I'm the founder of the Taoist sect, so I need more faith. More importantly, the people's luck has not returned to me. It was all absorbed by the imperial court!" Thinking of this, Pan Hao suddenly felt relieved.

  The predecessor of the White Lotus Sect in his previous life, it's no wonder that he not only created a sect but also wanted to establish a dynasty. This is because it's not just about attracting dragon energy, but also about competing for the human dao energy to return to oneself. In this way, even if one doesn't obtain the position of Human Emperor, they can still obtain a portion of the human dao energy. It is extremely beneficial to one's own cultivation as well.

  Pan Haixin suddenly felt enlightened in his heart, but his thoughts didn't stop and turned into a shooting star flying towards the direction of Qingyu County.

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  The rooster sings white, the morning glow breaks through the black curtain, and the golden sunlight spills down. A ray of sunlight passes through the window gap and shines on the carpet. The whole room also becomes bright.

  Yao Chubridge slowly woke up from his sleep, shaking his slightly dizzy head. Last night he had a dream that during his critical moment, the "镇" character given by Pan Hao suddenly exerted its power and drove out the ghost in his body. Thinking about it, it was indeed absurd! Yao Chubridge revealed a bitter smile, shook his head, got up to dress and wash.

  Suddenly, Yao Chubridge's eyes swept over the head of the bed, revealing a look of horror.

  "Was last night real?" Yao Chubridge stood still on the spot. The bold and domineering "Zhen" character that was originally on the bedside had disappeared, and the smooth white paper had turned yellow, as if it were a book that had been left for decades, emitting a musty smell. There was nothing on the paper, not even a single mark of ink.

  Yao Chubridge couldn't help but pinch his own thigh.

  "Ah!" Yao Chubridge felt a sharp pain, and his teeth were clenched. His thigh was probably bruised now. But Yao Chubridge let out a joyful laugh from the bottom of his heart.

  "Haha, finally free! Haha!" Yao Chubridge cheered, throwing his head back and dancing with joy.

  "Master! Master! Are you alright? Has the master fallen ill again?" The guards outside, Song Zhi and several servants, shouted anxiously.

  With a few loud noises, the door was pushed open and Song Zhi and three others rushed in. Seeing Yao Chubridge dancing with joy, they were greatly alarmed.

  "It seems that Young Master's illness has relapsed! The same thought flashed through the minds of Song Zhi and the other three."

  "No, I'm not ill!" Yao Chubridge looked at the four people who were closing in on him step by step. Of course, he knew what they were thinking, but the four of them didn't seem to believe Yao's words when they saw his disheveled behavior. Since childhood, Yao had been influenced by Confucian culture and was not one to make a move or gesture that did not conform to etiquette. He had never exhibited such unrefined behavior before.

  During this time when Yao Chubridge was ill, it was as if there were two people. So naturally Song Zhi and the others did not believe Yao Chubridge's words.

  It wasn't until half a day later that even Yao's father was shocked and came to ask about it. After Yao Chubridge explained multiple times, and with the yellowed paper on his bedside, everyone finally barely believed him. Yao Chubridge could only cry and laugh at the same time in frustration.

  "Who would have thought that Pan Gongzi was truly a strange person in the world!" Song Zhi and the others were stunned, as if they were listening to some kind of mythological story.

  "This is no trivial matter! Don't go around talking about it everywhere, Pan Gongzi doesn't want others to know either, that's why he's hiding in the suburbs, not wanting to be disturbed!"

  Yao Fu sighed repeatedly in his mouth. Suddenly remembering something, he warned Song Zhi and others.

  "Yes, sir, we know what to do!" Song Zhi and the others nodded in agreement, recalling Pan Hao's appearance, and suddenly felt mysterious and unfathomable.

  "Wen'er, let's go and thank him in person!" Yao Lin also felt a strong curiosity towards Pan Hao. Moreover, this was a rare opportunity to meet someone extraordinary, someone that ordinary people would never have the chance to encounter.

  "If only I could get another piece of calligraphy, it would be even better for the peace and security of my home!" Yao Lin thought to himself. He was a connoisseur, after all, and legend had it that a saint's handwritten script could bring prosperity to a family, ensuring their descendants' literary talents would flourish for generations to come. Even if Pan Hao's calligraphy wasn't that powerful, it still seemed more than sufficient to safeguard his home!

  Yao Lin thought in her heart, but she didn't stop what she was doing. She hastily ordered someone to prepare gifts and get ready to go to the door to thank them!

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