Chapter 1

"Fang Yuan, hand over the Spring and Autumn Cicada obediently, and I'll give you a quick death!"

"Fang Lao, don't even think about resisting. Today, the righteous sects have united to crush your den of evil. The area is already surrounded by a web of traps, and you will surely die today!"

"Fang Yuan, you wicked demon, to cultivate the Spring and Autumn Cicada, you have killed millions of people. You have committed heinous crimes, and there is no forgiveness for you, not even the bamboo can record all your sins!"

"Demon, three hundred years ago, you defiled me, took away my purity, and slaughtered my entire family and clan. From that moment on, I have wished to eat your flesh and drink your blood! Today, I will make you wish you were dead!"

...

Fang Yuan, wearing a tattered emerald robe, with disheveled hair and covered in blood, looked around.

The mountain wind blew, making his blood-soaked robe flutter like a battle flag.

Fresh red blood gushed from hundreds of wounds on his body. Just standing there for a moment, a large pool of blood had already formed at his feet.

Surrounded by enemies, there was no way out.

The situation was already decided; he would surely die today.

Fang Yuan saw the situation clearly, but even as death approached, his expression remained calm and composed.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, like an ancient well or a deep pool.

The righteous heroes surrounding him were either the esteemed leaders of prestigious sects or renowned young heroes. They tightly encircled Fang Yuan, some roaring, some sneering, some with eyes narrowed in vigilance, and some clutching their wounds in fear.

They did not attack, all wary of Fang Yuan's last desperate counterattack.

Thus, they stood in tense standoff for three hours. The sun set, and the afterglow of the sunset set the evening sky ablaze, a brilliant red.

Fang Yuan, who had been standing still like a statue, slowly turned around.

The heroes immediately became agitated, all taking a step back.

At this moment, the gray-white mountain stones beneath Fang Yuan's feet had already been stained dark red with blood. His pale face, due to excessive blood loss, was illuminated by the evening glow, adding a touch of rosy luster.

Looking at the green mountains and the setting sun, Fang Yuan smiled softly, "Green mountains and setting sun, autumn moon and spring breeze. Truly, in the morning, one's hair is as black as silk, but by evening, it turns as white as snow, and all the struggles and successes of life are but fleeting."

As he spoke, images of his previous life on Earth suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He was originally a Chinese student on Earth, who had fortuitously traveled to this world. After three hundred years of wandering and over two hundred years of roaming, the more than five hundred years of life had passed in a blink.

Many memories buried deep in his heart came alive, vividly replaying before his eyes.

"Ultimately, I have failed," Fang Yuan sighed, feeling a sense of regret but no remorse.

He had foreseen this outcome. When he made his choice, he was mentally prepared.

The path of the demon is one of not cultivating good karma, but of killing and arson. The world cannot tolerate it, and the entire world is the enemy, yet one must still indulge in it.

"If the newly cultivated Spring and Autumn Cicada is effective, I would still choose to be a demon in my next life!" Thinking this, Fang Yuan could not help but burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at, old demon?"

"Everyone be careful, the demon is about to make a last desperate attack!"

"Hand over the Spring and Autumn Cicada quickly!"

As the heroes pressed forward, with a loud boom, Fang Yuan exploded.

...

Spring rain drizzled silently, nourishing the Green Bamboo Mountain.

It was already late at night, and a cool breeze blew through the fine rain.

The Green Bamboo Mountain was not dark, from the mountain waist to the foot, many faint lights flickered, like a brilliant light belt.

These lights came from stilt houses, not as numerous as ten thousand, but still in the thousands.

It was the ancient Yue Mountain Village, adding a dense human touch to the vast and quiet mountains.

At the center of the ancient Yue Mountain Village stood a grand and magnificent pavilion. At this moment, a grand ceremony was being held, so it was brightly lit and splendid.

"Ancestors, please bless us. May this ceremony produce many talented youths, adding new blood and hope to the family!" The ancient Yue Clan Leader, a middle-aged man with slightly gray temples, dressed in a simple white and solemn sacrificial robe, knelt on the brown floor, straightened his upper body, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes in sincere prayer.

He faced a tall black lacquer altar, which had three layers, each layer holding ancestral tablets. On both sides of the tablets were red copper incense burners, with incense smoke curling up.

Behind him, more than ten people also knelt. They wore wide white sacrificial robes and were the elders and spokespersons of the family, wielding power in various aspects.

After praying, the ancient Yue Clan Leader led the way, bending over, spreading his hands flat, and pressing his palms tightly against the floor, bowing. His forehead touched the brown floor, making a soft thudding sound.

The elders behind him all had solemn expressions and silently followed suit.

For a moment, the ancestral hall was filled with the soft thudding sounds of foreheads touching the floor.

After the ceremony, everyone slowly stood up from the floor and quietly walked out of the solemn ancestral hall.

In the corridor, the elders silently sighed, the atmosphere relaxing.

Gradually, the discussions began.

"Time really flies, in the blink of an eye, a year has passed."

"The last ceremony seems like it happened yesterday, still vivid in my mind."

"Tomorrow is the annual ceremony, I wonder what kind of new blood will emerge this year?"

"Alas, I hope a youth with top-notch potential will appear. Our ancient Yue Clan hasn't had such a genius for three years."

"That's true, the Bai Family Village and Xiong Family Village have had geniuses emerge in recent years. Especially Bai Ninger, whose talent is truly terrifying."

Someone mentioned Bai Ninger, and the elders' faces involuntarily showed a layer of worry.

This youth's potential was extremely outstanding. In just two years, he had already cultivated to the third level of a Gu Master. Among the younger generation, he was unparalleled. Even the older generation felt the pressure from this rising star.

Given time, he would surely become a pillar of the Bai Family Village. At the very least, he would be a formidable force. No one doubted this.

"However, among the youths participating in this year's ceremony, there is still hope."

"That's right, the Fang lineage has produced a genius youth. He could speak at three months, walk at four months, and recite poetry at five years old, showing extraordinary intelligence and talent. Unfortunately, his parents died early, and he is now being raised by his aunt and uncle."

"Yes, he is precocious and has great ambition. In recent years, his works 'Drinking Wine,' 'Praising Plum,' and 'Jiangchengzi' have been widely known, truly a genius!"

The ancient Yue Clan Leader was the last to leave the ancestral hall, slowly closing the door, and heard the elders' discussions in the corridor.

He immediately knew that the elders were discussing a youth named ancient Yue Fang Yuan.

As the clan leader, he naturally paid attention to outstanding and prominent descendants. And ancient Yue Fang Yuan was the most outstanding and shining among the younger generation.

Experience showed that those who could remember things from a young age or had strength like an adult were often endowed with excellent cultivation potential.

"If this youth is measured to have top-notch potential, with proper cultivation, he might even rival Bai Ninger. Even if he has second-tier potential, he will surely become a formidable force and a banner for the ancient Yue Clan. However, given his precociousness, the possibility of second-tier potential is low, and he is very likely to have top-notch potential." This thought made the corners of the ancient Yue Clan Leader's mouth curl up, a smile appearing.

Then, he coughed and said to the elders, "It's late, for tomorrow's ceremony, please rest well and preserve your energy tonight."

The elders were slightly taken aback by this, their gazes toward each other hiding a hint of vigilance.

The clan leader's words were subtle, but everyone understood the meaning.

Every year, to compete for these talented youths, the elders would argue and fight until they were red in the face and bloodied.

They needed to rest and preserve their energy for tomorrow's competition.

Especially for ancient Yue Fang Yuan, the possibility of top-notch potential was very high. Moreover, his parents were already dead, and he was one of the last remaining in the Fang lineage. If he could be taken into their lineage and properly cultivated, it would ensure the prosperity of their branch for a hundred years!

"However, let's be clear. The competition must be fair and open, and no underhanded means should be used to harm the unity of the family. Please remember this, elders!" The clan leader said sternly.

"Of course, of course."

"We will remember this."

"I will take my leave, Clan Leader, please stay."

The elders, full of thoughts, dispersed one by one.

Soon, the long corridor became quiet. The spring rain and wind blew through the windows, and the clan leader took a light step to the window.

Immediately, his mouth was filled with the fresh and moist mountain air, invigorating his spirit.

This was the third floor of the pavilion, and from here, most of the ancient Yue Mountain Village was visible.

At this late hour, most of the families in the village still had lights on, quite different from usual.

Tomorrow was the ceremony, which was crucial for everyone. An atmosphere of excitement and tension enveloped the hearts of the villagers, and many could not sleep soundly.

"This is the hope for the future of the family." The clan leader sighed, his eyes reflecting the twinkling lights.

At the same time, a pair of clear eyes quietly watched these twinkling lights, filled with complex emotions.

"Is this the ancient Yue Mountain Village, five hundred years ago?! The Spring and Autumn Cicada truly works..." Fang Yuan's eyes were deep, standing by the window, letting the wind and rain beat against his body.

The effect of the Spring and Autumn Cicada was to reverse time. Ranking seventh among the top ten extraordinary Gu, it was no small feat.

In short, it was rebirth.

"Using the Spring and Autumn Cicada to be reborn, I have returned to five hundred years ago!" Fang Yuan extended his hand, staring intently at his young, somewhat pale palm, then slowly clenched it, feeling the reality of it.

The sound of the fine rain tapping on the window shutters echoed in his ears. He slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, opened them, sighing, "Five hundred years of experience, it feels like a dream."

But he knew clearly that this was not a dream.

(ps: Finally, the new book is out. As I mentioned at the end of 'Supreme Beast Tamer,' the protagonist is very evil, and the book will be controversial. I hope readers will read the preface to understand what kind of book this is. I have said all that needs to be said in the preface. If you like it, let's embark on this wonderful adventure together. At the beginning of the new book, your support, recommendations, and comments are the best encouragement.)