noffsinger Chapter 1: 3 Living Stones
Chapter 1: 3 Living Stones
"Rebirth place, Primordial Star, Great Wei Dynasty, once a level nine cultivation country, now level 0, has been reduced to a low-level martial arts world."
Under the cover of night, Yang Jiuli sat cross-legged in the Lin Yuan Pavilion, gazing with his divine sense at the 'Three Lives Stone' floating in his sea of consciousness.
The Three Lives Stone is about a foot long.
It has three sides.
The two sides are gray, representing the first and second lives of past rebirths.
Yang Jiuli turned his gaze to the numbers displayed on the third face:
Name: Yang Jiuli.
Lifespan: 23/80.
Cultivation level: Master realm.
Strength: 1,800 jin.
Martial Arts: "Treading Snow Without a Trace" and "Heavenly Fiend Body Refining Technique"
The first level of the Three Lives Talisman (Previous Life Talisman).
Usable times: 1 time.
Mental strength: Level 8.
Spiritual Root: Superior Grade Spiritual Root. (Damaged, attributes hidden)
"Has the 'Past Life Talisman' derived from the 'Three Lives Stone' been inherited?" Upon seeing this, Yang Jiuli breathed a slight sigh of relief.
In his previous life, after Yang Jiuli entered the Core Formation Realm, the Three Lives Stone gave rise to the 'Past Life Talisman'.
This talisman can summon your past life to reside in this body.
If the 'Previous Life Talisman Seed' is implanted into the body of a dead demon beast or a fallen cultivator, a wisp of true spirit can be awakened and used for his purposes.
Yang Jiuli withdrew his consciousness from the Three Lives Stone and returned his thoughts to this life.
……
The Great Wei Dynasty.
Yang Jiuli, the young master of Piaoxue Manor.
His father, Yang Xuan, had reached the late stage of Grandmaster cultivation and was the master of Piaoxue Mountain Villa.
Yang Xiangru, the Grand Master, passed away 31 years ago at the age of 189.
"Since the founding of the Great Wei Dynasty, there have been only three Grandmasters, none of whom lived past two hundred years old!" Yang Jiuli sorted out his thoughts.
These three grandmasters all took that step after obtaining ancient inheritances by entering the ancient site "Black Abyss".
There were no grandmasters before this.
"Since the Great Wei Kingdom was once a level 9 cultivation kingdom, it must be extraordinary. The 'Heavenly Fiend Body Refining Technique' that our ancestor 'Yang Xiangru' obtained from the Black Abyss is suspected to be a body refining technique from the cultivation world. Perhaps there are also ancient immortal sect inheritances in the 'Black Abyss'."
"I should find an opportunity to ask my father," Yang Jiuli thought to himself.
Having been reborn, he was naturally unwilling to become a mortal.
"Young Master..." Just then, a hurried voice pulled Yang Jiuli back to reality.
Yang Jiuli opened his eyes and stared intently.
But then he saw himself in the corridor connected to the pavilion.
A woman dressed in a blue outfit, holding a sword in her left hand, strode towards them.
The woman, with bright eyes and white teeth, was quite beautiful. Her name was Li Molan, and she was Yang Jiuli's sword attendant.
"What happened?" Yang Jiuli slowly stood up and looked at Li Molan who was walking over.
"The Master... he's injured!" Li Molan stopped three feet in front of Yang Jiuli, her brows furrowed as she panted.
Yang Jiuli, with a solemn expression, asked, "How badly is my father injured?"
"Deputy Commander Yang said that the young master should go to the mountaintop immediately, saying that if he goes too late, it will be too late!" Li Molan said timidly.
"Is it that serious?" Yang Jiuli's gaze sharpened.
After saying that, he flashed and leaped out of the pavilion, landing on the falling snowflakes.
Each step was a foot and sixteen feet long, each step treading on a patch of snow.
It truly felt like walking on air or treading on snow.
This is the profound mystery of mastering the ultimate lightness skill of Snowdrift Manor, "Treading Snow Without a Trace".
Li Molan moved like a nimble fox, darting several meters before following closely behind.
……
Snowdrift Manor is divided into an outer manor and an inner manor.
The outer village is for direct descendants of the clan and is located at the foot of the mountain.
The inner village, where the village head resided and held meetings, was built on the mountaintop.
But the inner courtyard wall was three zhang high, with a tower on top, resembling a small castle.
The vermilion gate was about twelve feet tall, majestic and imposing.
The four large characters "Piaoxue Mountain Villa" on the plaque above the gate are like dragons and phoenixes dancing, exuding a magnificent momentum.
It seems as if a grandmaster stands within the plaque, poised to unleash his power.
That kind of imposing presence is awe-inspiring.
This inscription was written by Yang Xiangru, the grandmaster of Piaoxue Mountain Villa. The characters carry the true meaning of martial arts and are used to deter villains.
Six Shadow Guards, dressed in black and gold armor, wearing fang masks and carrying long spears, patrolled the entrance.
Three shadow guards clad in black and gold armor patrolled the surrounding area from the tower on the courtyard wall.
"These are Father's Shadow Guards. They only come out when carrying out secret missions. It seems that Father's injuries are extremely serious!" Yang Jiuli landed and felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the several menacing Shadow Guards at the entrance of the manor.
On the courtyard wall, a man dressed in black and gold armor, with a metal black panther carved on his chest, locked onto Yang Jiuli.
This man was none other than Yang Bao, the deputy commander of the Shadow Guard.
"Yang Bao, Deputy Commander of the Shadow Guard, pays respects to the Young Master!" Yang Bao landed in front of the gate, striking the ground with his spear with his right hand, making a clanging sound. He knelt on one knee and bowed to Yang Jiuli. His voice was powerful, like a resounding bell, and his blood energy was extremely vigorous.
This is a powerful expert who has reached the peak of the legendary realm.
"Greetings, Young Master!" The six Shadow Guards bowed in unison.
The six men moved in unison, their spears striking the ground with tremendous force, clearly demonstrating their status as highly trained elite fighters.
Yang Jiuli gestured for everyone to stand up.
Yang Bao and the others stood up.
"Uncle Leopard, how did my father get injured?" Yang Jiuli asked.
"Young Master, this is a long story!" Yang Bao said. "Please!" He gestured for Yang Jiuli to enter the manor.
Yang Jiuli glanced at the gate in front of him and paused slightly.
My father is seriously injured and there is a chance he will pass away.
As the heir to Snowdrift Manor, he is clearly at a crossroads in his life.
Two possibilities came to Yang Jiuli's mind.
First: With the support of his father's Shadow Guards, he ascended to the throne of the manor lord and enjoyed all the riches and honors of the mortal world.
Second: He was assassinated, and the Snowdrift Manor underwent a dramatic change.
If Yang Jiuli had not awakened his memories of his past life, whether it was the first or the second, his situation would have been extremely precarious.
They will face the tragic situation of their families being destroyed and their loved ones dying.
Snowdrift Manor monopolized the rice, mineral, silk, money exchange, gambling dens and other businesses in the thirteen southern prefectures of the Great Wei Dynasty.
In the thirteen southern counties, Snowdrift Manor was like an underground king, able to decide life and death and influence the rise and fall of countless clans.
Such power is enough to make anyone envious, including his own relatives.
Without sufficient strength, how could he have taken control of such a dominant force?
Behind that vermilion gate, a road to the underworld might await him.
Yang Jiuli had just awakened his past life memories and was full of ambition, planning to ask his father about the "Secrets of the Black Abyss" to seek his immortal destiny once again.
Unexpectedly, a change occurred in my family.
"To embark on the path of cultivation, I must first resolve my current predicament!"
With a thought, Yang Jiuli released his divine sense to sense all directions.
"No one is lying in ambush..." After sensing the surroundings, he found that there was no one lying in ambush or making any unusual movements.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Jiuli strode out and entered the dark and gloomy gate.
After awakening his memories, he also inherited a small amount of divine power from his previous life. With a sweep of his divine sense, he could sense an area of four hundred meters in radius.
These small actions of ordinary martial arts practitioners could not escape his discerning eyes.
Li Molan and Yang Bao followed.
"Guard the gate! No one is to enter without my order!" Yang Bao's voice boomed like thunder.
"Yes!" Six Shadow Guards lined up on either side and shouted.
The heavy door was closed.
Upon entering the gate, there is a passageway with high walls on both sides.
Only by passing through this checkpoint can one enter the village.
Yang Jiuli walked in the narrow passageway.
The moonlight cast long, lingering shadows, and the cold wind made Li Molan tense up.
If someone is lying in ambush here, she and the young master will likely meet their demise.
In the passageway, Yang Bao strode over and followed Yang Jiuli on the right.
"The Master was ambushed by a demon in the 'Black Abyss' ruins and was injured," Yang Bao said from the side.
"We've encountered a monstrous demon!" Yang Jiuli's gaze sharpened as he looked at Yang Bao.
"The injury from the demon was not fatal... but we were ambushed by two grandmasters during our retreat!" Yang Bao said.
"Two Grandmasters ambushed us?" Yang Jiuli's eyelids twitched as he asked, "After the passing of the three Grandmasters, only three ordinary Grandmasters remain in the martial world of Great Wei, one of whom was my father... Could it be that those two assassinated my father?"
"It's not something I can say for sure; you'll have to ask the master yourself before you can make a decision!" Yang Bao said with some apprehension.
Yang Jiuli nodded slightly.
There are three major forces in the martial arts world of the Great Wei Dynasty.
They are:
Southern area: Snowdrift Mountain Villa.
Eastern area: Mingjian Manor.
Southwest: Tangjiabao!
The three forces each dominate their respective regions, and each has a grandmaster in charge.
Now that two grandmasters have suddenly attacked Yang's father, it's inevitable that people will point the finger at the one from Mingjian Villa and Tangjiabao.
"If it really was those two grandmasters who made the move?" Hearing these words, Li Molan felt a chill run down her spine.
Once the lord of the manor passes away, Snowdrift Manor will certainly be unable to maintain its current foundation.
Snowdrift Manor is doomed.
She glanced at Yang Jiuli beside her, a sense of sorrow welling up inside her.
The young master before them was clearly about to be caught in the eye of a storm, his life and death in his own hands.
Unbeknownst to him, Yang Jiuli had already walked out of the passageway and arrived at the manor.
He walked confidently toward his father's bedroom, his mind racing as he began to analyze the situation.
"Because of the intertwined memories of several lifetimes, my soul is in disarray, and I often suffer from headaches and fainting spells. I have been diagnosed with a brain disease, and medicine has been ineffective. My father has already gone to the ancient ruins of 'Black Abyss' twice in order to find a cure for me. This is the third time, and he set off two months ago..."
"My father's itinerary has always been very secretive. Few people in the manor know that he went to the 'Black Abyss.' How did those two grandmasters know?" Yang Jiuli thought to himself, "Could it be that their people have been keeping an eye on Snowdrift Manor all along?"
"But how did they know the route their father took on his return?"
Yang's father was not attacked on his first two trips to the Black Abyss.
Why was it this particular attack?
"It must be because Father was injured...that thief dared to make a move!" Yang Jiuli's eyes flashed, his mind clear as a mirror.
After just a moment's thought, he figured out the key point.
Yang's father was a master who had reached the late stage of the master realm.
Even if surrounded by two grandmasters, if one really wants to fight to the death, one of them can be taken down with him.
A grandmaster's fate is tied to the rise and fall of a powerful force; who would dare to risk assassinating Yang's father?
"Having learned that Father was injured..."
"And now I know the way back..."
"There is a traitor among those who accompanied my father!"
Yang Jiuli's eyes brightened.
His gaze shifted slightly as he glanced at Yang Bao, who was following beside him.
He glanced at it briefly, then looked away without making a sound.
He is only speculating now, and no one can be sure who the traitor is until the very end.
Therefore, he did not want to alert the enemy.
traitor:
Of course, they must be identified.
Numerous methods for identifying the traitor had already emerged in his mind.
However, I must see my father first before I can make any plans.