Her heart must have been tired from crying, coupled with not having eaten for two days and nights, she suddenly felt short of breath and dizzy, and amidst the spinning world, Su Yan’er’s frail delicate body collapsed into the arms of her brother, Su Yuan, and she fell unconscious.
Perhaps it was the added weight pressing down on him that caused the originally barely-there breath of Su Yuan to suddenly open his eyes, and amidst the confusion, fragnts of mories rose in his mind like a revolving lantern.
"Rebirth by seizing the body?"
Su Yuan questioned in his heart, and glanced down at the delicate little body lying in his arms, his eyes showing a trace of tenderness, he slowly raised his hand and gently touched his sister’s dirty little head.
"Since you died of a chill, and I’ve acquired your body, I will live well on your behalf, take good care of my sister, and as for those enemies, I will find a way to avenge you!"
Having fully inherited Su Yuan’s mories, naturally, he also inherited all his feelings and grudges.
"One Sword Breaks Stone, One Palm Breaks Tree, a world for a martial artist?"
Feeling the vitality slowly returning to his limbs, Su Yuan endured the abdominal cramps arising from the ordeal and began to carefully examine the mories of the original owner to understand this world.
Until...
"Are there immortals in the world?!!!"
He suddenly widened his eyes, his whole body trembling, he held his breath and concentrated, once again checking the very brief mory that had just appeared.
Within the night, a dark shadow stood on a flying sword, flashing past like a streak of light, vanishing into the vast night.
It was a very distant mory, when the original Su Yuan was only six years old. When he told his parents, they said he was seeing things, so before long, he had forgotten about it.
But as a transmigrator from Earth who had read so novels, he would never mistake a person standing on a flying sword—he was definitely a cultivator!
After several deep breaths to suppress the palpitations in his heart, Su Yuan carefully revisited other mories, attempting to find more information about cultivators.
Unfortunately, after searching through all the mories, there was only this small fragnt, which only deepened his confusion.
Raging flas roared into the night sky, the large estate enveloped in flas inching towards ruins.
Amidst the fire, wails and screams of agony echoed, dire and desperate, as if cursing the nurous sins of the wrongdoers.
The great fire dyed half the sky red, burning all night long until it turned to ash and slowly dissipated.
All 108 mbers of the Su Residence were lost that night.
...
In Great Li Kingdom, Hezhou, outside White Crane City, in a broken and half-collapsed thatched cottage.
A frail figure curled up among a pile of straw, his cheeks deathly pale, breathing weak and irregular.
Beside him was a small figure in a tattered hemp cloth robe, with swollen red eyes, squatting next to the frail figure, carefully holding a moldy stead bun, swallowing saliva nonstop while looking anxiously at the other.
"I can’t eat it, this is the last food, brother is sick, it must be kept for brother..."
Su Yan’er, enduring the cramping in her stomach, carefully tore off a piece of the stale stead bun, trying to stuff it into her brother Su Yuan’s tightly closed mouth, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t pry open his clenched teeth.
"Wu wu... Brother, Yan’er is so useless, I can’t even feed you, wu wu... Brother, please don’t leave Yan’er, okay? Daddy and Mommy are gone, Yan’er only has you left, please don’t abandon Yan’er..."
The little girl, seeing her brother’s breath growing weaker, cried out in panic, her already red and swollen eyes beca dry, unable to shed any more tears.
Her heart must have been tired from crying, coupled with not having eaten for two days and nights, she suddenly felt short of breath and dizzy, and amidst the spinning world, Su Yan’er’s frail delicate body collapsed into the arms of her brother, Su Yuan, and she fell unconscious.
Perhaps it was the added weight pressing down on him that caused the originally barely-there breath of Su Yuan to suddenly open his eyes, and amidst the confusion, fragnts of mories rose in his mind like a revolving lantern.
"Rebirth by seizing the body?"
Su Yuan questioned in his heart, and glanced down at the delicate little body lying in his arms, his eyes showing a trace of tenderness, he slowly raised his hand and gently touched his sister’s dirty little head.
"Since you died of a chill, and I’ve gotten your body, I will live on for you, take good care of your little sister, and as for those enemies, I will find a way to help you take revenge!"
Having fully inherited Su Yuan’s mories, he naturally also inherited his emotions and grudges.
"One Sword Breaks Stone, One Palm Breaks Tree, a martial artist’s world, huh?"
Feeling the slow revival of vitality in his limbs and enduring the agonizing pain caused by the internal injury, Su Yuan began to carefully review the original host’s mories to understand this world.
Until...
"There are immortals in this world?!!!"
Su Yuan’s eyes suddenly widened, his body trembling as he held his breath and concentrated, checking again the very brief mory that had just appeared.
In the veil of night, a shadow stepped on a Flying Sword, disappearing into the vast night like a fleeting streak of light.
This was a very old mory, from when Su Yuan was just six years old. When he told his parents, they said he must have seen things, so not long after, he forgot about it.
But as a transmigrator from Earth who had read so novels, he would not mistake the person who rode the Flying Sword. This was undoubtedly a cultivator!
After several deep breaths to calm the excitent in his heart, Su Yuan carefully checked the other mories, trying to find more information about cultivators.
Unfortunately, after sifting through all the mories, he found only that short clip, which made him even more puzzled.
Fierce flas were burning wildly in the night sky, the large estate enveloped in tongues of fire, bit by bit falling to ruins.
From within the flas ca intermittent woeful screams, desperate and mournful, as if cursing the countless sins of the evildoers.
The fire dyed half the sky red and burned through the night until it turned the land to white ash and slowly extinguished.
One hundred and eight lives of the Su Residence, all extinguished on this night.
...
In the outskirts of White Crane City in Hezhou of the Great Li Kingdom, inside a dilapidated thatch hut that had collapsed halfway.
A frail figure was curled up in a pile of straw, pale-cheeked, with faint, sporadic breathing.
By their side, a small figure in a Hemp Cloth Robe with swollen eyes was squatting beside the frail body, carefully holding half a moldy bun while swallowing saliva non-stop and looking anxiously at the other.
"I can’t eat it, this is the last of the food, brother is sick, it must be saved for brother..."
Su Yan’er, enduring the twisting pain in her stomach, carefully tore off a piece of stale bun and tried to stuff it into her brother Su Yuan’s tightly closed mouth. Unfortunately, no matter how she tried, she couldn’t pry open those clenched teeth.
"Wuu wuu... Brother, Yan’er is so useless, I can’t even feed you, wuu wuu... Brother, please don’t leave Yan’er, okay? Daddy and mommy are gone, Yan’er only has you as family, don’t abandon Yan’er..."
The little girl, seeing her brother’s breath growing weaker, cried out in desperation, but her already swollen eyes from crying, now too dry to shed any tears. Enjoy new tales from .Côm
Perhaps from the exhaustion of crying, coupled with not having eaten in two days and nights, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, Su Yan’er’s delicate body collapsed into her brother Su Yuan’s arms, fainting.
Perhaps it was the added weight on him, but Su Yuan, whose breath had been as faint as a wisp of air, suddenly opened his eyes. Amidst the haze, a cascade of mories flashed through his mind like a rapidly spinning lantern.
"Rebirth through seizing the body?"
Doubt flashed through Su Yuan’s mind. Lowering his head slightly to look at the tiny body lying in his arms, a hint of tenderness flickered in his eyes as he gently touched his sister’s dirt-caked head.
"Since you died of a chill, and I’ve gotten your body, then I will live on for you, take good care of your little sister, and as for those enemies, I will find a way to help you take revenge!"
Having fully inherited Su Yuan’s mories, he naturally also inherited his emotions and grudges.
"One Sword Breaks Stone, One Palm Breaks Tree, a martial artist’s world, huh?"
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