Cangzhou, in the southern part of Shaoxing.

The third-level cultivation country Jingwu Kingdom, Yinliu City.

Xue family.

"Xue Kong! Come out and see me immediately!" A woman's scolding voice suddenly rang out in the remote courtyard in the southwest corner of the Xue family's house.

I saw a 29-year-old girl in green standing outside a closed door with her hands on her hips. She had a slightly frown on her pretty face, and looked aggressive, with a hint of impatience on her face.

She shouted two or three times, but there was no response from inside the house, which made her patience run low.

The furnishings in the house were simple. The Xue family was the largest family in Yinliu City, but this house did not look particularly luxurious. There was only an ordinary wooden bed and some tables and chairs.

At this moment, a young man in gray clothes was sitting beside the bed. Although the June day was extremely hot, the boy's sweat seemed a bit exaggerated, as if he was sweating like rain.

He looked down at his body in disbelief and muttered hoarsely, "I'm not dead!"

“I’m back to my teenage years!”

"I am a mortal body, not a cultivator. There is not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power. I have indeed returned to the past!" Xue Kong's voice was hoarse, unable to hide the shock in his heart.

Memories gradually flooded into my mind, and scenes of hardship and pain flooded my heart.

In his previous life, Xue Kong was not an ordinary person, but a cultivator, a gifted man who was teased by fate and eventually tortured to the point of living a life worse than death.

He possessed a rare immortal fetus cursed body that was rarely seen in a thousand years, also known as the immortal fetus pure yang body. However, while this physique brought him an ultimate advantage in cultivation, it also brought him great disasters.

The immortal fetus cursed body is the body of the innate furnace, a cursed physique.

When practicing dual cultivation with others, unless the cultivator takes the initiative, the cultivation of the Immortal Fetus Curse Body cultivator will be contributed to the other party bit by bit. Even if the cultivator takes the initiative in the process of dual cultivation with others, if the other party's cultivation is low, it will not be of much help to the cultivator himself.

This is a physique that benefits others more than oneself.

It was precisely because of the cursed body of the immortal fetus that Xue Kong was captured by a female cultivator with profound cultivation. She used him as a tool to break through her cultivation level, repeatedly demanded his Yuan Yang, and imprisoned him for a hundred years, making his life worse than death.

Until the moment when the female cultivator was about to break through the Nascent Soul stage, she sucked all of Xue Kong's yang energy away overnight.

Xue Kong lost all his vital energy and died, but he never imagined that although he died, he was not completely dead. He returned to the past, to the year when he was seventeen, the year when his fate was changed.

"Xue Kong! I know you are in there, why don't you respond? Do you want me to go in and invite you in myself?"

Just as Xue Kong was sorting out his thoughts and had not yet recovered from the fact of his rebirth, the girl outside the house seemed to be waiting even more impatiently, her voice was slightly hurried and even resentful.

Xue Kong raised his head, and the sweat on his head gathered into streams, sliding down his cheeks and dripping from his chin.

He licked his pale lips, his eyes gleaming with indifference: "I don't know why I returned to this moment, but if I were to live again, I would never be willing to be someone else's furnace, for others to take advantage of!"

“I don’t do drugs!”

Wiping the sweat off his face, Xue Kong stood up and walked to a palm-sized bronze mirror. He looked at the young and handsome face in the mirror. His thin lips were pale as if he was seriously ill.

His expression was firm. After thinking for so long, his mood gradually calmed down.

Being used as a cauldron by the female cultivator, Xue Kong lost a hundred years of freedom, suffered humiliation and torture, and endured pain and despair. His mind had long become as hard as iron. In his new life, his cultivation may disappear, but his will will not fade.

On the contrary, with the opportunity to start over again, his will became stronger and more determined.

"Having drifted through the years for half of my life, I have forgotten all the worries in my heart. Now I knock on the immortal's door again, and I will conquer the thirteen realms in the future!"

“…”

With a creak, the door opened.

The girl standing outside immediately looked over and saw the young man in gray clothes walking out of the house with a calm expression.

"Today, the Xue family leader has called all members of the clan to a grand clan meeting. You are so negligent. Aren't you afraid of angering others and being punished by the clan leader?"

Seeing Xue Kong appear, the girl's frown relaxed and the impatience in her expression also subsided.

Xue Kong looked at her and asked with a smile, "Honglian, how many years have you been with me?"

"I have followed you since you were young, and it has been fifteen years now. What's wrong?" Honglian said. She and Xue Kong were actually childhood sweethearts, but their status was very different.

Xue Kong is a third-generation member of the Xue family, while Honglian is just the daughter of a steward from a different family in the Xue family. She is not a member of the Xue family and can only be considered Xue Kong's personal maid at best.

The reason why she dared to speak to Xue Kong like this was because her father, the deacon, gave her the confidence. Another reason was that Xue Kong had little influence in the Xue family and was not taken seriously.

Honglian was well aware of this, and immediately straightened her chest, glanced at Xue Kong, and warned him coldly: "The great clan will be extraordinary, and will only unfold when a major event occurs. You are untidy and unkempt. If you go there like this, you will definitely be ridiculed."

"It's okay if you lose face, but don't let me be criticized for not training you well."

Although Xue Kong wiped the sweat off his face, his hair was still a little messy, his head was wet, wisps of white smoke were coming out of his head, his lips were pale, and he looked sick, not suitable to attend a large clan meeting.

Hearing this, Xue Kong smiled faintly, and did not waste time bickering with her. He turned around and went back to the room. When he came out again, he not only changed into a brand new black robe, but also tied his hair into a bun again. He was well-dressed and had an extraordinary demeanor.

The experience of a hundred years of imprisonment had long since calmed his mind, and his temperament had changed from immature to steady. Now when he saw Honglian again, although there was hatred in his heart, he did not show it on his face.

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