The Wind Lightning Town was backed by the Wind Lightning Mountain Range. It was one of the Chu Yun Empire's four major cities.
The Old Master of the Yang Family, Yang Wudi, came to Gale and Thunder Town on the day 50 years ago. Since the Yang Family replaced another family and became one of the four big families, the Yang Family decided to celebrate the 15th day of the seventh month.
The Yang Family began to prepare for the family celebration ten days ago. The whole Yang Mansion was full of joy and happiness.
Different from the happy atmosphere of the whole family, a side yard seemed lifeless and shrouded in sadness.
In the main room of the side courtyard, a young man was lying on the bed. He was about 15 or 16 years old.
The young man's body was stiff, and his face was pale and his eyes were closed. It was almost impossible to detect his breath.
In the big room, there was only a maid who was about the same age as a teenager.
The servant girl's face was full of sadness. She held the young man's hand tightly and called him affectionately, "Young Master, you must hold on. You can't leave Xiaoyu alone like this."
The young man's cold palm made the maid a little scared. She was afraid that her young master, Yang Teng, would die just like that.
Since she was saved by the young master three years ago, Xiaoyu had vowed to serve the young master for the rest of her life. For the sake of the young master Yang Teng, she had risked her life.
Xiaoyu's calling seemed to touch the sky. She suddenly felt that her young master's fingers seemed to move.
"Young Master! Young Master!" Xiaoyu was not sure and his voice was trembling.
At this moment, Yang Teng's cold body suddenly changed, and the temperature rose sharply. At the banquet, Xiaoyu immediately felt that the young master's palm became hot.
"Young Master, don't scare me. What's wrong with you?" Xiaoyu was frightened at the banquet. In an instant, Young Master Yang Teng's body temperature was far higher than that of a normal person. If it went on like this, it would definitely cause serious damage to Young Master's body.
At the feast, Xiaoyu quickly found a towel to soak in the water, trying to help the young master lower his body temperature by wiping his body.
Just when Xiaoyu was looking for a towel to turn around, a faint golden light suddenly fell from the sky. It passed through the roof and fell on Yang Teng. Xiaoyu did not see the golden light.
"Whew!" Yang Teng, who had been lying on the bed for an entire day and night, suddenly sat up and opened his eyes in a daze.
"Young Master! You're awake!" Xiaoyu cried with joy at the banquet. He didn't notice that the towel in his hand fell to the ground.
"Where am I? Why am I here?" Looking around, Yang Teng couldn't help but ask, looking at the strange but familiar scene inside the room.
"Young Master, this is your home." A thought flashed through Xiaoyu's mind at the banquet. "Young Master is so seriously injured. Is his head broken?"
My home? Xiaoyu!
With a loud bang in his head, Yang Teng instantly recalled everything!
Wasn't everything in front of her life when she was young? The girl in front of her was Xiaoyu!
Why am I still here?
Yang Teng was puzzled. He was obviously surrounded and killed by a group of men in black, but at the last moment, he was shot in the heart by a strong man in a mask.
Wasn't I dead? Why did I return to my youth?
Yang Teng's mind was in a mess. Two kinds of information rushed into his mind at the same time, which made him have a splitting headache.
The joyous sound of firecrackers came from outside, bringing Yang Teng back to reality from the chaos. He asked casually, "What day is it today? Why is it so lively outside?"
"Today is the 50th anniversary of our family's celebration. Young Master, have you forgotten?" Xiaoyu stared at Yang Teng nervously at the banquet. "Young Master, please don't break your head."
At the same time, Xiaoyu swore to himself that if the young master's head was broken and he became a fool, she would serve him for the rest of her life.
"Fifty years of family celebration!" Yang Teng was completely stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.
Combined with the two completely different messages in his mind, Yang Teng was certain that he had been reborn!
He was still Yang Teng, but he was no longer the awe-inspiring Yang Teng who stood at the top of the strong a thousand years later. Instead, he had returned to the age of sixteen a thousand years ago!
The information in his mind showed that he was now gambling with Zhao Yitai, the young master of the Zhao family, in the fighting ring yesterday.
After losing, he had a fight with Zhao Yitai outside the fighting ring. As a result, he was seriously injured by Zhao Yitai's personal guard, Zhao Qiang. If it weren't for his personal guard, Asan, who risked his life to save his master, he would have definitely died under Zhao Qiang's fist.
He passed out at the gate of the Fighting Ring. It was the innkeeper of the Fighting Ring, Xi Shuimei, who sent him back to the Yang's Mansion. He had been in a coma since yesterday.
"Hahaha! I'm resurrected! No one can let me die!" Yang Teng threw his head back and laughed.
At the banquet, Xiaoyu did not dare to approach Yang Teng. She did not understand why the young master laughed wildly when he woke up and said something that she could not understand at all. However, at the banquet, Xiaoyu saw a strong sense of confidence in Yang Teng.
At this moment, the young master was as confident as he was when he saved her three years ago. No one could resist his confidence!
Xiaoyu had only seen this confidence for three days.
In the middle of the night when Yang Teng saved her three days later, her heart was shattered by a man in black. From then on, the Yang Family's peerless genius disappeared, replaced by a decline in cultivation. At present, there was only Yang Teng, whose cultivation was at the first level of the Heaven Realm.
Since then, Yang Teng no longer practiced. All he did was drink water and go to the beast arena to fight.
At the banquet, Xiaoyu thought that the young master would be drowned forever, but he didn't expect that he would see that kind of light from the young master today.
Yang Teng jumped up from the bed and immediately stretched his body as soon as he landed on the ground, carefully sensing the physical condition of his body.
Helplessly, he shook his head. His body was too weak, and his cultivation was at the first level of the Heaven Realm. The lowest level of cultivation in the Tianwu Continent could barely be counted as a cultivator.
Yang Teng, who had once stood on the top of the strong and was the king of the Voiding period, was admired by countless people. But now, he had returned to the starting point of cultivation and no longer had a powerful cultivation that could overturn mountains and seas.
However, Yang Teng did not feel disappointed. He had fallen from the top of the king realm. Without his powerful cultivation, he was much stronger.
All the knowledge he learned in his previous life in a thousand years was imprinted in his mind sea, and he was familiar with all kinds of cultivation methods and combat skills.
The sixteen-year-old Yang Teng, on the other hand, was in his body a thousand years later. He had a thousand-year-old knowledge and experience, but he did not have a thousand-year-old cultivation.
Yang Teng smiled, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
With a thousand years of experience, he knew about the changes in this world in the next thousand years, and knew about every big event.
At this moment, he was equivalent to having this world for a thousand years!
If it was beneficial to him, it could be developed to the extreme.
If it was harmful to him, he could directly kill it in the bud!
Since he had been reborn, he would never put up with the tragedy of being besieged and killed again.
At this moment, the future was in his hands!
Under the impulse, Yang Teng even wanted to roar to the sky.
"Young Master, someone is coming!" Xiaoyu looked nervous at the banquet. There was a flurry of footsteps outside. He did not look like the Second Master.
Yang Teng listened carefully and could tell that there were a few people who had pushed open the door and entered his small courtyard.
She was still in poor health, so she didn't hide her whereabouts. However, she found the man after being reminded by Xiaoyu at the banquet.
Yang Teng shook his head helplessly. Although his heart meridians had been repaired, his cultivation was still at the first level. Even at the banquet, Xiaoyu was one level higher than him.
He would try harder to improve his cultivation as soon as possible.
The experience of thousands of years had given him countless high-level cultivation methods and combat skills, which were engraved in his Divine Awareness. He took time to choose a cultivation method that was most suitable for him. Yang Teng believed that his cultivation would soon be improved rapidly.
At present, there was no time to think about these things. The man had entered the small courtyard and came to the middle of the courtyard.
Before Yang Teng ordered Xiaoyu to open the door to see who it was, he heard a strange voice coming from outside. "It's so quiet inside. Is the good-for-nothing, Little Three, dead?"
Yang Jun!
Yang Teng immediately recognized that the owner of the voice was Yang Jun, the son of his eldest uncle, Yang Ningchen. His family ranking was his second brother.
Then, a gloomy voice said, "Today, no matter if Yang Teng is dead or alive, the family must take back this courtyard. A good-for-nothing is not qualified to occupy the courtyard that only the core disciples of the family have! Butler, go in and see if Yang Teng is dead or not. Take back the courtyard by the way!"
Yang Jing!
Yang Teng could tell that the second person to speak was Third Uncle, Yang Ningshou's son, Yang Jing!
Yang Jing and Yang Teng had always been at odds with each other. Whether it was the genius Yang Teng three years ago or the good-for-nothing Yang Teng who had his heart broken, everyone in the Yang Family knew about this.
Yang Teng's gaze turned cold, and his body immediately emitted a dense killing intent.
Yesterday, he was seriously injured by Zhao Qiang and his life was uncertain. Today, Yang Jing couldn't wait to take back this courtyard where only the core disciples of the family were qualified to live. Yang Jing was really vicious!
"Since you're here, don't even think about going out!"
Thinking of this, Yang Teng ordered Xiaoyu, "Open the door!"
Xiaoyu hesitated and didn't dare to open the door at the banquet. Everyone in the Yang Family knew that the Second Young Master Yang Jing had been looking down on the Third Young Master Yang Teng for a long time. Today, the Second Young Master came here aggressively. There must be something bad going on.
The young master has just woken up from his serious injury. I can't let him get hurt again!
Noticing Xiaoyu's hesitation, Yang Teng smiled and said, "Don't worry, Xiaoyu. Those good-for-nothings can't hurt me."
Xiaoyu didn't know why his young master was so confident. Any one of the people outside was more powerful than him. His young master's cultivation was one level lower than hers. What should he do?
Xiaoyu didn't know that Yang Teng was so confident because he had the confidence!
This confidence came from Yang Teng's new surprise after he moved his body.
Just now, while he was moving his body, he used his divine sense to complete a comprehensive examination.
Yang Teng found that a drop of golden liquid was slowly flowing in his heart, and the golden light that was emitted wrapped around his heart.
With this drop of golden liquid, Yang Teng was completely unafraid of anyone. This was because this was a drop of Emperor's blood that contained the essence of an Emperor's bloodline!
All of a sudden, Yang Teng understood why he could come back to life.
It was completely because of the magical power of this drop of Emperor's Blood.
In that life, Yang Teng had obtained a fortuitous encounter, obtained this drop of Emperor's blood, and fused it into his heart.
When the masked man's arrow pierced through Yang Teng's heart, the Emperor's blood in his heart erupted with a powerful power. With Yang Teng's divine sense, it tore through space and time and landed in the sixteen year old Yang Teng's body, helping his divine sense perfectly fuse with his body. At the same time, it also repaired Yang Teng's damaged heart meridian.
No one knew more about the magic of this drop of Emperor's Blood than Yang Teng.
This drop of Emperor's Blood could guarantee his undying body.
As long as the emperor's blood was not forcibly taken away by others, Yang Teng's life would not stop, and the injuries on his body would also be recovered in a short time.
With the Emperor's Blood protecting him, no one could stop him from rising again!
