The next morning, Ye Feng woke up from bed. The world was still the same, without any change.
"Which link went wrong?"
Ye Feng murmured to himself in confusion. He really couldn't figure out which step was wrong. Was he trapped here and couldn't get out?
"No, absolutely not!"
"Why would a Nascent Soul stage demon trap me?"
Ye Feng roared, wondering how a demon in the Nascent Soul stage could trap him and create such a realistic dream that he couldn't get out even when he realized it was a dream.
The beauty beside him covered herself with the quilt, listening to Ye Feng's nonsense, not daring to speak.
According to his body's memory, Ye Feng went to the court, watching the lifelike civil and military officials below handle state affairs.
He clearly wanted to find a way to break this dream, but his body's instinct made him unconsciously start doing what he should do in his capacity.
Handle state affairs, work hard to govern the country, inspect the country, reproduce offspring, and consolidate the country.
"So, is my life over?"
Ye Feng lay on a chair in the palace, looking at the blood-red setting sun. He stretched out his wrinkled hand and held the hand of a man:
"From now on... this kingdom... is yours!"
The man was his eldest son. Hearing this, he knelt at his feet, as if he was moved, and said in a mournful voice:
"Father!"
Ye Feng ignored it and his eyes slowly closed as the sun set.
"His Majesty... has passed away!"
As the eunuchs screamed, the whole country mourned. A great emperor who worked hard to govern the country passed away. His temple name was Taizong! His posthumous title was Emperor Xiaowen!
When Ye Feng opened his eyes again, he looked at his body and saw that he was a boy of about eleven or twelve years old. He came from a wealthy family and had no worries about food and clothing.
"Is it still a dream?"
He thought that he would wake up after his previous life was over, but he didn't. Instead, he started a new life after death.
When he was an emperor, he had tried to commit suicide before. Every time he attempted suicide, he would return to the beginning of the dream, which would make him almost collapse.
There is no use in committing suicide, he can't get out, he has no cultivation, and can only live a life based on his status.
"Mudan will eventually notice something is wrong. As time goes by, I don't believe this Nascent Soul stage Dream Devouring Dragon Python can weave a flawless dream."
After cheering himself up, Ye Feng began to adapt to the era and life of his youth. He enjoyed the life of a rich young man, spending money like water and lingering in the place with willows and smoke.
He also witnessed the coldness of the world after his family fell into poverty and he was left with nothing. The people who used to greet him with smiles now looked at him with disgust and didn't want to have any contact with him.
Don’t look down on the young and poor!
He made up his mind to inherit his father's mantle, make a comeback, and become a wealthy businessman again, even richer than his father before.
Later, he became more obsessed with geishas, and his family property was taken away without his knowledge. Suddenly, he realized that he was over fifty years old. After years of debauchery, he had long lost the youthful vigor and courage to gamble everything on one throw.
He knelt on the ground and begged others to leave him some property so that he could live the rest of his life in peace, but all he was greeted with was ridicule and curses.
He found a shabby thatched hut and lived there every day, without any servants following him around and without a glamorous life.
In a cold winter, he died of illness in a simple thatched hut, with no one paying attention to him.
A new life begins again. A farmer who works hard but is oppressed; a loyal general who is wrongfully imprisoned; a miracle doctor who saves lives but watches his own daughter die of illness; a migrant worker who toils all his life but cannot afford to buy a home in the building he built...
After countless reincarnations, Ye Feng could no longer tell whether he was observing the lives of these people or experiencing his own life.
Is this a dream, or the different reincarnations of his life after death?
He can't tell the difference, he really can't tell the difference!
Every life experience was imprinted in his mind like an iron brand. He had experienced all the joys and sorrows, ups and downs of the world. These experiences mixed together made his head hurt so much that it almost exploded.
When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him stunned him. It was a scene that he had doubted whether it really existed in countless reincarnations.
A shabby but warm little house, with green vines winding outside the window and steaming food in front.
"Feng'er, what are you doing? Come and eat!"
Ye Mingzhe's urging voice sounded in his ears. Although it was a slightly urging voice, Ye Feng felt like crying.
"Brother is so childish. He's ten years old, and he's crying just because dad scolded him. Shame on you!"
Ye Ling'er pouted and pointed at Ye Feng who was crying silently with a smile.
Ye Mingzhe quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks, walked to Ye Feng's side, and patted him on the back gently:
"What happened?"
"No, I just missed you guys so much!"
Ye Feng burst into tears. Who could understand what he had faced in thousands of reincarnations? He doubted the authenticity of his own existence and remained skeptical about whether the past eighteen years had existed.
Now I finally see my familiar family again, just like a lost lamb finally finding its way home.
"Did this silly kid eat some junk food?"
Lingxin's voice came. She was wearing an apron and holding a bowl of steaming soup in her hand.
She no longer has the noble and aloof temperament of a lady, but only has the strong worldly air of a housewife. But this is more down-to-earth, isn't it?
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