Chapter 1: Emperor Blood Resurrection (1/2)

Chapter One The Resurrection of Emperor Blood

Fenglei Town is backed by the Fenglei Mountains and is one of the four major towns in the Izumo Empire.

Father Yang Wudi, the head of the Yang family, came to Fenglei Town on this day fifty years ago. Since the day when the Yang family replaced another family in the top four families, the Yang family has designated July 15 as the family day.

The Yang family has been preparing for the family celebration day ten days ago, and the entire Yang family is joyous and peaceful, and up and down happy.

Unlike the festive atmosphere of the whole family, a side courtyard looks lifeless, shrouded in an atmosphere of sadness.

In the main room of the courtyard, there is a teenager lying on the bed, fifteen or six years old.

The boy's body was stiff, his face was pale, his eyes closed tightly, and he could barely notice his breath.

In the huge room, only a maid who was about the same age as a teenager guarded her.

With a sad face, the maid clutched the boy's hand and called affectionately: ”Master, you must hold on, you can't just leave Xiaoyu just like that.”

The boy's cold palm made the maid a little scared, she was afraid that Young Master Yang Teng would die like this.

Since the moment she was rescued by the young master three years ago, Yan Xiaoyu vowed that she would always serve the young master in this life, and she would spare her life for the young master Yang Teng.

Xiaoyu's voice call seemed to have moved God, and she suddenly felt the young master's finger move.

”Master! Master!” Yan Xiaoyu was not sure, her voice trembling.

At this moment, Yang Teng's cold body suddenly changed, and the temperature rose sharply. Yan Xiaoyu immediately felt the young master's palms become hot.

”Master, don't scare me, what's wrong with you!” Yan Xiaoyu was frightened, but for an instant, Young Master Yang Teng's body temperature was far higher than normal, and this will definitely cause serious damage to Young Master's body.

Yan Xiaoyu quickly found a towel dipped in water, hoping to wipe his body to help the young master lower his body temperature.

Just when Yan Xiaoyu looked for the towel and turned around, suddenly a subtle, almost invisible golden light fell from the sky and fell on Yang Teng through the roof. Yan Xiaoyu did not see the golden light.

”Huh!” Yang Teng, who had been lying down all day and night, suddenly sat up, opening his eyes in a daze.

”Master! You're awake!” Yan Xiaoyu wept with joy, without noticing that the towel in his hand fell to the ground.

”Where is this? Why am I here!” Yang Teng couldn't help but blurt out when he looked at the surroundings, the scene in the room was strange but familiar.

”Master, this is your home.” A thought flashed through Yan Xiaoyu's mind, Master was so severely injured, his head wouldn't have been broken!

my home? Xiaoyu!

With a thud of his head, Yang Teng recalled everything instantly!

Isn't everything in front of me the scene of my childhood life! The girl in front of me is Yan Xiaoyu!

Why am I still here?

Yang Teng was puzzled. He was obviously besieged and killed by a group of men in black. At the last moment, he was shot through the heart by a strong masked man.

Am I dead? Why are you back in your teenage years?

There was confusion in his mind, and two different kinds of information came at the same time, making Yang Teng a headache.

There was a festive sound of firecrackers outside, pulling Yang Teng back from the chaos to reality, and casually asked: ”What day is today and why is it so lively outside.”

”Today is the 50th anniversary of the family's family celebration. Master, have you forgotten it?” Yan Xiaoyu stared at Yang Teng nervously, and Master must not be beaten to his head.

Yan Xiaoyu secretly swore at the same time that if the young master is beaten to a fool, she will definitely serve the young master forever.

”Fifty Years Family Celebration Day!” Yang Tengru was struck by lightning, completely sluggish.

Combining two completely different information in his mind, Yang Teng can be sure that he is reborn!

He is still Yang Teng, but he is no longer the awesome Yang Teng who stood on the top of the strong after a thousand years, but returned to the sixteen years old one thousand years ago!

The information in his mind shows that he now bet against Zhao Yitai, the young master of the Zhao family, at the Colosseum yesterday.

After losing, he fought with Zhao Yitai outside the Colosseum, and was severely injured by Zhao Yitai's bodyguard, Zhao Qiang. If it weren't for his bodyguard, Asan, who sacrificed his life for the savior, he would definitely die under Zhao Qiang's fist.

He died in a coma at the entrance of the Colosseum. It was Xi Shuimei, the wife of the Colosseum, who sent him back to Yang's mansion. She was in a coma from yesterday to just now.

”Hahaha! I am reborn and resurrected! No one wants me to die!” Yang Teng raised his head and laughed.

Yan Xiaoyu did not dare to approach Yang Teng. She didn't understand why the young master laughed so wildly after waking up, and said something she didn't understand at all, but Yan Xiaoyu saw a strong confidence in Yang Teng.

The young master at this moment is just like the moment when he rescued her three years ago, he exudes endless confidence, confidence that no one can resist!

This kind of self-confidence, Yan Xiaoyu has only seen Young Master for three days.

Just three days after Yang Teng rescued her, her heart was broken by a man in black. Since then, the peerless genius of the Yang family has disappeared. Instead, the cultivation base has been declining year by year, and now there is only one gathering of strength. Yang Teng.

Since then, Yang Teng has stopped cultivating, except for drinking and going to the Colosseum to fight the beasts.

Yan Xiaoyu thought that the young master would sink forever, but did not expect to see that kind of light on the young master today.

Yang Teng jumped up from the bed and moved his body immediately after landing, carefully comprehending the current state of his body.

Reluctantly shook his head, this body is too bad, gather all the strength of Heavenly cultivation base, the lowest cultivation base of Tianwu Continent, barely count as a monk.

Yang Teng, a mad **** who once stood on the top of the strong, at the level of the king in the refining period, and countless people admired, has now returned to the starting point of his cultivation, and no longer has the powerful cultivation base of overwhelming mountains and seas.