Chapter 1

Dust and debris flew, blocking out the sky and the sun.

A handsome man in a dark blue robe stood in the air, his cold eyes looking down at the devastated land below. As the aftereffects of the spiritual explosion gradually dissipated, he saw a red figure buried at the bottom of the largest crater, the battle already decided.

This battle had left Ye Chenyuan severely injured. His face was pale, but he held his sword and laughed.

"Even though you always manage to seize the opportunity, the victor is the king and the loser is the bandit. What more do you have to say!"

Yuan Chu, with only her last breath, struggled to extend her hand from the rubble and gave a bright middle finger to the sky!

"… Ye Chenyuan … go to hell …"

Bang! Unable to bear it any longer, Ye Chenyuan delivered the final blow, and she finally died.

So, she still couldn't escape the fate of being a cannon fodder for the main character?

Yuan Chu was extremely unhappy, very unhappy!

She had accepted being thrown into a cultivation novel! She had accepted the role of being cannon fodder to provide equipment for the main character!

But why did she still lose despite her efforts to become stronger?

Was it because her magical treasures weren't powerful enough? She had a divine artifact too! Was it because her strength wasn't enough? She was at a higher realm than the main character! Yet, she was still killed by him. The world's setting must have a bug, and she refused to accept it!

With intense dissatisfaction and regret, Yuan Chu closed her eyes.

But she didn't know that she would wake up again…

"Clang—Clang—Clang—"

The bell, infused with spiritual energy, echoed through every corner of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect's vast mountains. A row of immortal cranes took flight, piercing through the clouds and flying toward the rising sun.

Yuan Chu, covering her ears, wanted to curse… It was that annoying bell again!

Hadn't she long left the old-fashioned Ten Thousand Sword Sect? Why was she hearing their unchanging morning bell again?

Wait… Ten Thousand Sword Sect?

Yuan Chu suddenly sat up in bed, and her head throbbed painfully, making her groan.

She also noticed that the abundant spiritual energy in her body had been reduced by a large amount. She had never been so weak!

And… wasn't she dead? How did she come back to life? Could it be that her strong attachment when she died led to her rebirth?

Looking at the surroundings, it was clearly the Nanyang Hall where she lived when she was in the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. So, she…?

Yuan Chu suppressed her shock and used her spiritual energy to draw a Yuan Light Mirror in the air. When she saw herself in the mirror, she was dumbfounded!

… She was just killed by the main character, but now she was shrunk by him? With these small arms and legs, wouldn't she be destroyed by the main character in a minute? What time did she reincarnate to?

At this moment, a beautiful and ethereal maid walked in and bowed to her.

"Lord, let me help you change your clothes. The grand opening ceremony happens once every ten years, and the Sect Master has summoned all the peak masters to the council hall for a meeting!"

Yuan Chu looked at the familiar face, her expression blank. Indeed, she was still the peak master of the Cold Sword Peak. So, how old was she now?

Yuan Chu stared at the little maid and asked, "Xiaoqiu, how old am I now?"

Xiaoqiu, the little maid, was taken aback for a moment, her bright eyes filled with gentleness. "Lord, you are six years old."

Six years old!

How difficult was it to advance in cultivation? From Qi Condensation to Foundation Establishment, to Core Formation, and then to the Nascent Soul stage… Even the most talented people needed over a hundred years to barely reach the Nascent Soul stage.

But she was a Nascent Soul at six years old and a peak master, all thanks to her mother, who was at the Soul Out stage.

When she was three, her mother used the forbidden technique of醍醐灌顶 (Ti Hu Guan Ding), exhausting all her cultivation and life force to forcibly elevate her from an ordinary person to a Nascent Soul. After her mother died, she could rely on her Nascent Soul cultivation to become a peak master.

In other words, in other words…

"Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!"

A demonic laugh, full of ups and downs, came from the delicate little girl on the bed, scaring the spiritual birds in the back mountain of Nanyang Hall into a frenzy, and Xiaoqiu was stunned. What was wrong with Lord?

No wonder Yuan Chu was so excited. She suddenly realized that when she was six, Ye Chenyuan was only ten!

But Ye Chenyuan didn't have her good fortune of having a stepmother use the Ti Hu Guan Ding technique on her. When he was ten, he was still at the Qi Condensation stage!

This time… he was doomed!

The more Yuan Chu thought about it, the more satisfied she became. She leaped out of bed, grabbed her sword, and rushed out!

She must have been given a chance by heaven to return to when the main character was young, giving her the opportunity to kill him and seize his opportunities, thus reaching the peak of her life! She couldn't wait a second longer for such a good opportunity!

But as she was about to leave, she was tightly held back by Xiaoqiu, who had come to her senses. She felt that Lord seemed like a different person after waking up.

She asked with a pained expression, "Lord, where are you going? The Sect Master has summoned you for a meeting…"

What meeting at this time!

Yuan Chu hastily shook her off and flew away on her sword, her joyful voice echoing from the sky.

"What meeting for a little kid? Tell the Sect Master, I'm going to save the world!"

With that, she disappeared…

On the other side, in the Chaoxi Kingdom of the Ten Thousand Heavens.

It was raining heavily. In a dilapidated courtyard, rainwater mixed with blood, and bodies lay everywhere.

A sword light flashed, and a little boy, holding his wound, knelt on one knee, clearly severely injured!

The person who injured him was in white, his eyes full of mockery.

"Truly foolish… If I were you, I would have run away as soon as I saw the people chasing you, but you foolishly rushed in to save them? But this is good, it saves me the trouble of looking for you. These people were truly unlucky, taking in anyone but you, this disaster, they deserved to be killed by me!"

The little boy's heart ached! He regretted coming back too late, unable to save anyone in the courtyard.

He gritted his teeth and stood up… his dark eyes tightly fixed on the other person, his thin and frail body trembling in the cold rain, but his anger roared!

"You killed them… I will make you—pay with your life!"

Hearing this, the man in white laughed loudly, "With you? Even if you practiced for another eight hundred years, you wouldn't be my match. Just give up your life obediently. My master has been waiting for your head for a long time."

At that moment, the little boy, who could barely stand, suddenly narrowed his eyes, leaned forward, and approached with a strange, smoke-like speed!

A loud bang echoed as the man in white used his life-bound magical treasure to barely avoid the attack, but even so, his life-bound magical treasure was damaged, and a long bloodstain appeared on his shoulder, almost being killed by the other person!