Chapter 283: Imperial Martial Tournament – Part 2 (1/2)
”Is he dead? I think he moves a bit.”
”He's deader than dead. There's no way anyone under the 4th-stage can survive Nine Fang Snake Poison Pill of our young master Ding!”
”If you say so.”
In the isolated suburb area outside the Red Sun City's walls, two middle-aged clansmen with grey robes with the character ”Ding” tossed a corpse of a young man to a giant pit.
This place was known as a nameless mass grave, where dead bodies from the city were gathered here. Murderers, cultivators, thieves, or outlaws commonly used this place to get rid of their victims' bodies.
At night, the dead bodies in the pit always disappeared without a trace. Therefore, it was the best place to dispose of the crime evidence, witnesses, or undesirable items.
Many dead bodies had already been thrown into the pit today. Combining with the new body that the two Ding clansmen had thrown, at least 30 bodies had been piling, emitting foul smell, attracting crows and vultures.
A few minutes later after the recent corpse of a young man was added to the mountain of dead humans, mysterious light descended from the sky and entered the lifeless body.
The dead body floated and shone in the dark grey light. The tribulation cloud gathered, and one of the Heaven Eyes appeared, looking at the corpse.
[…]
Instead of interfering with the mysterious soul from entering the corpse, the eye curved up into a grin before it left the soul alone.
As soon as it left, the dead teenager opened his eyes.
The corpse came back to life!
However, the soul inside didn't belong to the teenager!
The teenager's eyes glowed in dark light. He inhaled the first breath after he had descended to this mortal world. Yet, his pupils flared in anger as he remembered what had happened to him in the other realm.
'Kishin Douji, you sex fiend! Just because I punished your goons to uphold the lower world's laws, you mobilized your men and killed me in the immortal realm! Just you wait. I'll slaughter all your Oni descendants in this world and bring their heads there! Your stupid ”Pure Blood” fetish will die along with you once I regain my former strength. If I can't kill you, I can't call myself Lu Fengxian!!'
The soul inside the body of this young man, Lu Fengxian, aka Immortal Fengxian, swore with his dao oath that he would definitely ascend to the god realm and slaughter Kishin Douji's entire family to pay back for what they had done to him in the immortal realm.
However, Lu Fengxian had lost his previous godly physique and his cultivation base. The new body was so weak that even a muscle tampering newbie could easily kill him with a punch.
Lu Fengxian touched his stomach to feel his dao dantian, which he had obtained after he had become an immortal. Unfortunately, he lost the power. Even the immortal soul physique and his hard work were gone.
He sighed and lamented.
'That devil's reincarnation technique was helpful, but the sacrifices and the tributes were too damn expensive. I get to keep my life, but I have to start all over in another mortal's body. Even my soul…'
Lu Fengxian tried to feel his soul energy that he used to have when he was an 8th-stage cultivator of this world. As he had expected, nothing was left behind. Not a strand of Qi was left.
Still, Lu Fengxian had a high hope. In the past, he only reached the 7th-stage when he was 29.
Meanwhile, the current body's bone age was merely 16 years old. He might be a muscle tampering trash, but Lu Fengxian had learned many immortal-grade cultivation techniques and supreme skills.
Moreover, Lu Fengxian still had his refined senses and combat experience. He might be able to reach the 7th-stage in two or three years, which would be a lot faster and more efficient than his previous life.
The resurrected teenager sneered as he looked at the sky. He could still see red lines, indicating the weaknesses of heaven and earth!
'I may have lost my strength, but I have my memory and experience! I'll convert this useless body to a godly being, surpassing my past self! Just you wait, I'll get back there in a few years.'
Lu Fengxian was motivated to reclaim his status and power. But for now, he needed to survive.
'Where am I exactly?'
Lu Fengxian looked around and examined some of the corpses below him.
'Corpses? Oh, right. I should have been thrown to the mass grave or something. This can be a blessing in disguise. I wonder if I can find something useful in here.'
As optimistic as he was, Lu Fengxian began treasure-hunting. He searched through the dead bodies, searching for something useful, such as pills, spirit stones, money, or spare clothes.
Unfortunately, he found nothing useful.
Lu Fengxian didn't give up. He picked up a sharp rock and dissect the dead bodies, looking for solidified dantian cores or essence cores.
Among the 30 corpses, only one of them managed to solidify a weak dantian core, but that was enough for Lu Fengxian.
The reincarnator grinned.
'It's inferior to the usual essence cores, but it's enough for this weak body. Come to think of it, my lungs and my heart feel a bit groggy. Has this body been poisoned?'
Lu Fengxian took his time to digest this body's old memory.
The original owner of this body was called Ding Bu, the youngest son of Ding Yuan. Unfortunately, he had no aptitude in cultivation, so his brothers always used him as a punching bag.
Ding Bu tried to ask his father for help, but Ding Yuan refused to reprimand his sons. Instead, he encouraged Ding Bu to get stronger.
The bullying got harsher when a pretty girl in the neighborhood, who was close to Ding Bu, was found to have a unique constitution. Ding Bu's brothers desired her to be their wife, and they started seeing him as an eyesore as he didn't deserve her.
Then, Ding Bu was forced to eat a poison pill and died.