Chapter 1: Rebirth at the Maximum Level

She died on her wedding night.

Murdered by the groom and his mistress.

She couldn't tell whether it was the backlash of her bloodthirsty nature or retribution for ruining someone's marriage.

"The host should be thankful that you took the lives of my entire clan, while I only took your life. You got a good deal."

The candlelight reflected on the sword, and the sword tip was pressing against Luo Wan's neck. The moment the sharp blade pressed into the skin, a line of crimson slowly seeped out and meandered down along the snow-white neck.

The dead branches sway, the yellow leaves fall, and the world is desolate.

Tingyu Tower and the mountains are shrouded in a layer of mist.

Red candles were shining brightly in the building, brocade curtains were hanging, and red lanterns were swept by the autumn wind and rolled into the courtyard.

Luo Wan was wearing a phoenix crown and sitting upright on a rusty stool beside the round table. Even after being tricked into drinking the wedding wine mixed with acacia seeds, she showed no signs of being poisoned.

Three months ago, Chu Lin brought Su Qinghuan back from Wuzhou City, saying that she was the only woman he would never marry in this life, and offered to assist him for ten years without asking for fame or fortune, in exchange for Luo Wan's help in making them happy.

Luo Wan naturally disagreed. She didn't believe that ten years of life and death could not compare to a few months of living together, but the fact was that Chu Lin fell in love with someone else.

So she threatened Chu Lin to marry her with Su Qinghuan's life.

The current situation was caused by her.

Luo Wan raised his eyes to look at the woman in front of him. She was dressed in pink and looked pretty and bright. She looked like someone he would like.

How can a person who has been in the abyss for a long time reject the sun?

Luo Wan chuckled and said, "It wasn't me who killed your entire clan, it was the people behind you."

The young man, dressed in wedding clothes, leaned lazily against the door frame, his arms folded across his chest, a faint smile on his lips, his eyes never leaving the man with the sword. He casually regarded what was in front of him as not a matter of life and death, but just the insignificant matter of slaughtering chickens and dogs.

Su Qinghuan's face instantly turned pale with rage, and he roared, "Were you the one who gave the order?! Over 170 members of my entire clan have all died in such a tragic death! How could a star born out of nowhere like you understand the pain of losing a loved one? You're so cruel and vicious, you've killed countless people, and you deserve to be deserted by everyone! Today, I'm just letting you experience the feeling of being betrayed by those closest to you. I'm letting you down."

You deserve to be deserted by everyone.

Hearing this, Luo Wan's expression remained unchanged.

He simply said, "More than 170 people, corpses scattered all over the ground. It must have been a spectacular sight, but it's a pity I didn't see it with my own eyes."

"Luo Wan, do you remember how many people you've killed with these hands? Do you dare to die? Do you know how many wronged souls are waiting for you in the underworld?" Su Qinghuan's five fingers tightened around the hilt of the sword. "When the army was approaching, my father opened the city and surrendered to protect the people. In the end, it was still the same as the old man. You don't really think you can retire by relying on the court, do you?"

Three years ago, with the fall of the last royal flag of the Northern Kingdom's Gilded Palace, the pattern of three-way division of the country collapsed.

"Have you thought it through?" the Imperial Censor said, "Accept this token, and you will be protected by the imperial court and obey its orders."

"Don't worry, sir." Luo Wan's fingertips brushed across the newly made black iron token. "From now on, Tingyu Tower will only kill those who deserve to be killed."

In the chess game, whether the white pieces or the black pieces should be killed is naturally defined by the player.

The entire Su family sold illegal salt, mined illegally, falsely reported taxes, colluded with officials and businessmen, and controlled the city of Wuzhou, causing the people to live in misery.

The one who really wanted to kill the Su family was not Tingyu Tower, but the current ruler of the world, the emperor of Dazhao Yunjing.

Tingyu Tower is the emperor's sword in the dark.

Luo Wan looked at her without saying anything, and Su Qinghuan's eyelids trembled slightly at this glance.

God is so unfair. He not only gives a person good looks, but also gives her unique talents.

"Too many." Luo Wan's eyes showed contempt without concealment, and he pondered: "But you are the first person I wanted to kill who is still alive."

"Really? I'm so happy." Su Qinghuan said coldly.

The cold sword blade moved closer to Luo Wan's neck.

"Owner, you should go down and apologize to those dead souls yourself—"

Luo Wan leaned back to create some distance between himself and the sword. A force gathered from his dantian and flowed to his fingertips. In an instant, his middle finger and index finger clamped the sword blade.

"Crack——", the sword blade suddenly broke under the huge force.

Before Su Qinghuan finished speaking, Luo Wan had already thrown the broken sword back and forth, aiming straight at Su Qinghuan's throat.

However, the sword blade was deflected by the flying silver needle and sank deep into the wooden stakes in the house.

Chu Lin held Su Qinghuan's waist and slowly stabilized her.

Luo Wan raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered.

The next moment, the smell of blood could not be suppressed and surged out of his throat. A trace of blood coughed out from the corner of his mouth, causing severe pain in his internal organs.

"You're looking for death." Chu Lin shouted angrily. He took two steps closer and twisted Luo Wan's jaw. She felt as if it was about to be dislocated.

Time seemed to be particularly kind to him, leaving no trace of aging on him.

So much so that when looking at Chu Lin, Luo Wan always thinks of his appearance when he was young, which was actually a long time ago.

He stared into Luo Wan's eyes. Even though his eyes were filled with hatred, Luo Wan still felt that his eyes were still so beautiful.

Like the lake water in March.

She accepted the fact that such beautiful eyes deceived her.

Luo Wan tilted her head to break free from Chu Lin's grip, and the warmth from the familiar fingertips on her chin gradually dissipated.

She looked at the half-exposed tattoo on Chu Lin's neck. It was a tattoo exclusive to the assassins of Tingyu Tower. Chu Lin's tattoo was on his neck, and Luo Wan's tattoo was on his lower back.

Charming, moist, sticky, and affectionate.

During countless romantic times, they were "frank with each other" and were very familiar with the locations of each other's tattoos.

Luo Wan felt desolate and miserable. They had been together through life and death for ten years, and now they were facing each other in battle.

After a long silence, Luo Wan slowly spoke, his voice hoarse from vomiting blood: "In my life, of all people, I only trust you."

But you lied to me.

"Did you believe me when I begged you? I didn't want to kill you, but you didn't know how to live or die." Chu Lin paused and said, "OP, if you force something that's not destined for you, be careful of the backlash."

Luo Wan looked directly into the young man's eyes: "Chu Lin, I just want to ask you one question. In the past ten years, have you ever been sincere to me?"

Chu Lin said coldly without hesitation: "I warned you a long time ago, don't fall in love with me."

Luo Wan smiled sweetly.

It was her own passion, her wishful thinking, her stubbornness, her ruining the marriage, and now she's reaping the consequences. If you had told me you wanted my life earlier, I would have given it to you. Over the past ten years, I've offered you countless strategies and risked my life to save you. I owe you more than just my life.

The ten years of feelings that she thought were inseparable and unforgettable could be thrown away by him at will. This was what she was most unwilling to accept.

The poison from the acacia seeds traveled along the blood vessels and even to the internal organs. Wherever it passed, it felt like a burning fire and piercing ice. The forced circulation of internal energy just now only accelerated the onset of the poison.

Cold sweat slid down Luo Wan's temples, soaking his clothes. At this moment, even the air became thin.

"Do you know, OP, that this sword is quenched with the poison 'Blood-Scorching Throat'?" Su Qinghuan gently stroked the sword's spine. "It's extremely poisonous. Once it enters the bloodstream through a wound, it's fatal. No medicine can cure it."

The cold light pierced straight into Luo Wan's heart. At that moment, time seemed to freeze and Luo Wan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The sword that pierced his chest was Chu Lin's sword, and the sword tassel was given to him by her.

"puff--"

Blood gushed out instantly, staining the bright wedding dress a deeper red.

She could feel the coldness of the sword blade, and her body trembled violently, as if all her strength was drained away at this moment, and she no longer had the strength to pretend to be decent.

Before her heavy eyelids closed, she took one last look at Chu Lin. The young man's eyes were as dark as a pool.

Forget it, Luo Wan thought.

After I die, you can marry whoever you want.

Luo Wan closed her eyes, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks.

In the darkness, Luo Wan saw a blurry figure.

It was many years ago, on a cold night, Luo Wan, covered in mud, saw a young man.

The young man smiled at her, held out his hand, and said in a voice as clear as jade, still immature and childish, "I will definitely make you the owner of this building."

That was the first sentence the young Chu Lin said after becoming Luo Wan's deputy.

Su Qinghuan drew her sword, blood splattering on her face but she was oblivious. "You are so cruel and ruthless, I'm afraid you will be a devil in hell. I will chant sutras and pray for you every day after your death."

She said word by word, "May the host never be reborn."

In the third year of Qianyuan, the thirteenth owner of Tingyu Tower, who was twenty-four years old, died after four years in office.

Raindrops broke through the mist, fell from the sky, dripped along the eaves and hit the bluestone slabs, making a crisp sound. The entire Tingyu Tower was lonely and desolate.

It turns out that it only takes a rain to go from love to hate.

There are rumors that after the thirteenth owner of Tingyu Tower died, the adjutant went crazy.

He personally cut off his beloved's head and hung it on the city gate, then carried the owner's body all the way west, using all the rare fragrances in the world to prevent the body from rotting.

After that, no one saw him again, no matter how strong the wind, how heavy the rain, or how bright the sun and the moon were.

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It's winter again, and the snow is flying outside the window, as if to bury all the past under this whiteness.

Luo Wan sat quietly by the window, with a cup of warm tea at her hand. The aroma of tea curled up and intertwined with the chill outside the window. Through the half-open window lattice, her eyes fell on the green plum tree in the yard.

How long did it take her to accept the fact that she was reborn? A stick of incense or an hour.

"Tangli, what year is it?" Luo Wan asked the maid in the room.

Tang Li took out a green plush cloak from the closet and gently covered Luo Wan with it, saying, "Miss, how come you don't even remember this? This year is the 21st year of Zhenzhi."

In the 24th year of Zhenzhi, the new emperor of the Northern Kingdom ascended the throne.

In the third year after the new emperor ascended the throne, the situation of the Three Kingdoms and division of the world ended.

The Yun Kingdom unified the world, changed its name to Dazhao, and the reign title to Qianyuan.

Luo Wan slowly raised his hand. His knuckles looked exceptionally white and delicate in the dim candlelight, without any calluses from years of holding the sword.

She stared blankly. Sixteen years old, it turned out to be so young.

Maybe Su Qinghuan's curse really worked.

She is trapped in this life, unable to be reborn forever.

There was a commotion outside the yard, with the noise of people and the sound of horses' hooves passing by.

"What's going on outside?" Luo Wan asked.

Tangli lowered the window frame a little, and the wind and snow blowing into the house were a little smaller.

She said patiently, "Jinxi City was breached by the Northern Kingdom's army yesterday. I think today should be the day to welcome the new master."

The new master of Jinxi City, the young emperor who would rule the world in the future—

Jiang Cichen.

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