The autumn wind was chilly, and the tree-lined path had become somewhat bare. Many students walked towards Weiming Lake. They were all graduates of this year, about to embark on their journeys. Some would stay on Earth, while others would head to Tianxing.
However, in the nearby restroom, Wang Hao was beaten black and blue by Brother Li. Being timid by nature, he dared not and was powerless to resist.
Brother Li's full name is Li Zhiheng. He comes from a well-connected family. Once he graduates, he will be sent to Tianxing to train in martial arts. Although there are many martial artists on Earth, their skill levels are generally not high.
Moreover, Earth is called the Wasteland by the people of Tianxing because many people here insist on cultivating the method of breathing exercises. They firmly believe that the Qi cultivators of the pre-Qin period achieved their breakthroughs through daily breathing exercises.
"Tell me, how could Shi Mengqi possibly fall for a spineless coward like you?" Li Zhiheng twisted his neck and looked at Wang Hao, who was lying at his feet, his anger still burning.
Li Zhiheng paused for a moment, then said, "However, I heard that Shi Mengqi is about to go to Tianxing. If I use some connections to put us in the same martial arts class, she won't be able to escape, hehe."
Upon hearing this, Wang Hao was startled, and a lively and adorable face appeared before his eyes. Then, drawing strength from who-knows-where, he roared, "I won't allow you to make a move on her!"
Li Zhiheng raised an eyebrow and said with a half-smile, "So what if I'm after her? Who knows what will happen when we go to Tianxing? I've been drooling over her long legs for a long time, tsk tsk."
Wang Hao clenched his fists, roared in resentment, a surge of anger rising in his heart. He then suddenly stood up and swiftly swung his right fist.
"Bang!"
In an instant, a muffled thud echoed in the small toilet. Zhang Tao, who was standing to the side, was stunned and stared blankly ahead. He saw Wang Hao's right fist strike Li Zhiheng's side of the face.
"You dare hit me? Who gave you the courage?!" Li Zhiheng roared, and kicked out with his right foot, striking Wang Hao in the chest. An irresistible force struck, sending him flying again.
This time, however, Wang Hao was no longer cowardly. He would not allow Li Zhiheng to do anything to harm Shi Mengqi. He suppressed the churning sensation in his body and the metallic taste in his throat.
In his anger, he saw a mop in the latrine next to him, grabbed it, and swung it forward violently. Even someone as strong as Li Zhiheng panicked and quickly retreated.
A mop covered in poop is like Lu Bu reincarnated.
Wang Hao had already lost his mind and was wildly waving the mop covered in excrement. Li Zhiheng grabbed Zhang Tao and shielded him in front of him.
In an instant, feces splattered in the toilet. Wang Hao seized the opportunity and shoved the mop into Zhang Tao's face. A stench immediately hit him, and Zhang Tao, ignoring Li Zhiheng behind him, turned around and vomited.
"Damn it!" Li Zhiheng's face was full of disgust. He took a step forward, creating a gust of wind, and passed over the vomiting Zhang Tao, arriving in front of Wang Hao in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Li Zhiheng was truly enraged. Someone he regarded as an ant dared to defy him. He clenched his right fist, veins bulging, and struck forward with such speed that it created a whistling sound.
Upon seeing this, Wang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted, so fast that he had no time to react.
"Bang!"
The punch was powerful and heavy, and it was Li Zhiheng's angry strike. He didn't hold back at all and it hit Wang Hao hard in the chest. He vaguely heard the sound of his sternum breaking.
The powerful force sent Wang Hao flying, and he slipped, falling backward and slamming the back of his head against a nearby urinal.
Suddenly, the bathroom was filled with the smell of blood. Wang Hao struggled to stand up, but he couldn't muster any strength. He felt warm liquid flowing out from the back of his head.
Immediately afterward, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and his vision gradually blurred. He vaguely saw Li Zhiheng and Zhang Tao looking at him with terrified expressions, and then he turned and ran.
"Is this...dying..." Wang Hao murmured to himself, his eyes beginning to glaze over. He vaguely heard someone calling his name, and then, with his last bit of strength, he slowly opened his eyes.
A woman was seen carrying him and running outside. She had an exquisitely beautiful face, but at this moment, tears were streaming down her face as she called out for help and tried to calm Wang Hao down.
However, not long after, Wang Hao's consciousness fell into silence, and he fainted. But at this moment, there was a strange stone about three inches in size and pale yellow in his dantian, which looked like a gallstone.
However, at this moment, the stone was emitting wisps of milky white gas, which quickly filled the entire body, instantly accelerating the body's metabolism several times over, and producing a large amount of fresh blood.
......
Wang Hao felt as if he had been in an incredibly long dream, where there were immortals and gods who could fly and disappear into the earth, a dazzling sea of stars, and a stunningly beautiful woman who was sighing over something.
"Purple Moon, why did you betray me?!"
Wang Hao roared and lunged forward, causing the sandalwood bed to creak as he sat up abruptly.
Upon discovering it was just a dream, Wang Hao let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
No!
That wasn't a dream!
How could everything that happened between him and Princess Ziyue have been a dream?
In that instant, all sorts of memories flooded his mind. In a flash, he remembered everything, recalling his past life as a prodigy in the immortal realm who had cultivated for ten thousand years and reached an extremely high level.
"The mystery of the womb... but how could it take so long?" Wang Hao rubbed his slightly dizzy head. He naturally knew about the mystery of the womb in his previous life.
Usually it only lasts a few years, but someone like him, who has been captivated for over twenty years, is truly a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.
"Child, child, you're awake! Old Wang, come quick, Xiao Hao is awake!" A middle-aged woman cried tears of joy, hugged Wang Hao tightly, and asked him if he was feeling unwell and if he remembered who she was.
Looking at the woman before him, Wang Hao felt an immense warmth in his heart. Su Yiwen was his own mother. In his previous life, he had no parents, but in this life, he had received the maternal love he had always longed for.
"Bang!"
Wang Yanzhao pushed the door open and entered. Perhaps because he was too excited, he knocked a piece off the wooden door as he came in. He looked at Wang Hao, whose eyes were bright, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mom and Dad, don't worry, I'm fine. I'm just a little dizzy. Let me rest a bit more," Wang Hao said softly. He needed some time to sort himself out.
Su Yiwen nodded quickly and said, "Child, you should rest well. I'll go and make you a pot of chicken soup to nourish you." As she spoke, she pulled Wang Yanzhao, who was standing at the door, away as well.
Wang Hao watched the two leave, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and murmured, "Li Zhiheng, I really want to thank you properly if I have the chance, for letting me remember my memories from my past life."
Just then, he suddenly felt a faint warm current within his body. He quickly looked inward and suddenly smiled, because he had forgotten that he no longer had any cultivation.
However, based on his experience, that warm current was definitely spiritual energy, and it was extremely pure. The immediate task was to determine his own cultivation method.
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