"The Emperor himself... actually not dead?"

Beiming Ye's eyes suddenly popped open, fury ablaze in his pupils.

He once was the Triple Supreme Divine Emperor, the foremost authority on the three sacred arts in the divine realm: Alchemy, Artifact, and Array.

When the divine pill was concocted, he controlled life and death!

With the divine artifact in hand, he had the power to destroy heavens and earth!

Upon deploying the divine array, he could slay gods and demons!

However, he was blinded and recognized the wrong people.

He never thought that his beloved companion of tens of thousands years, Feixue Immortal, had already conspired with his brother, the Jade Emperor.

The moment he forged the Supreme Divine Sword, they plunged it into his heart.

In addition, they stripped him of his divine soul, made him watch helplessly while his whole clan was annihilated.

He was overwhelmed with despair and exploded his divine soul out of grief.

However, against all odds, he did not die; a fragment of his soul was reborn.

"Jade Emperor, Feixue, you better be ready. I shall shatter your bodies into a thousand pieces, obliterate your divine souls, never to reincarnate again!”

Beiming Ye gritted his teeth, his heart filled with boundless hatred.

At this point, a stream of memories entered his mind - the past memories of this current body.

He is also known as Beiming Ye, the good-for-nothing young master of the Octet Trinket Pavilion.

Today, his sixteenth birthday and the day he assumes the position of Pavilion Master, he has been poisoned and killed.

The one who poisoned him is his sworn brother, Zhang Bing, the son of Zhang Shi Shen, the interim Pavilion Master of the Octet Trinket Pavilion.

Beiming Ye snorts lightly, finding all in the world heartless and unrighteous. They all deserve death.

Suddenly, a scream echoes in his ears.

"Young Master Zhang, what are you trying to do?" Beiming Ye's heart gives a jolt. This is the voice of his maidservant, Lu Qi.

"Hehehe, what do you think I want to do? That good-for-nothing is dead now, you're mine." Zhang Bing says with an ugly grin plastered on his face, gazing at Lu Qi.

He has had his eye on the pretty servant for a while. Her delicate face and her petite figure keep his heart itching.

"No, the young master won't die." Lu Qi declares loudly.

Tears roll down her face as she recalls how the young master endured excruciating pain, rolling around his bed all of last night. As of now, his breath is getting weaker and weaker.

"Huh? Could it be that he is not dead?" Zhang Bing frowns and strides towards the bed.

Based on timeline, he is supposed to be dead. He came early in the morning just to confirm if he’s dead.

"Stay back! If you dare to come one step closer, I'll fight you!" Lu Qi draws out her dagger, holding it out in front of her chest.

Looking at Lu Qi’s trembling little hand, Zhang Bing chuckles coldly and says, "You impudent maid, how dare you brandish a knife at me? Rather, let's do this on the bed."

"I'm putting everything on the line with you!" Green Lu bites her pearl teeth, lunging with a knife.

Zhang Bing puts out his hand, grabbing Green Lu's wrist and drawing her into his arms.

"Servant girl, come to Master!"

Green Lu can't resist, she's pulled into Zhang Bing's embrace. He takes the knife from her and throws it aside, wrapping his arms around her.

"Haha, Little Master will make you want to die in ecstasy!" He lowers his head, intending to kiss Green Lu.

Green Lu screams, her hand on Zhang Bing's face, fiercely scratching him.

"Ah..." Zhang Bing touches the blood on his face and coldly says, "You worthless girl, still want to protect that piece of trash? I'll toy you to death right in front of him!"

Zhang Bing grabs Green Lu, slapping her across the face.

"Slap..."

The crisp sound of the slap echoes in the air, five vivid red fingerprints appearing on Green Lu's face.

"Rip…"

Green Lu's green blouse has been torn, revealing her little white undergarment.

Zhang Bing's eyes are filled with lust as he reaches for her chest.

"Ah…" Seeing that she can't dodge his grasp, Green Lu lets out a scream.

However, Green Lu realizes that the disgusting hand has not reached her body.

She felt somewhat puzzled, and upon opening her eyes, she was immediately both shocked and elated.

"Young Master, you're alright? That's wonderful, I was so worried." Green Qi's face was filled with smiles, and tears of joy streamed down her cheeks.

"You're actually not dead!" Zhang Bing was also extremely surprised.

"Slap..."

Beiming Ye, with an icy expression and cold eyes, straightaway threw a slap at him.

Zhang Bing tried to dodge, but found no matter what, he could not evade, and squarely received a slap.

"You worthless scum, how dare you hit me?" Zhang Bing, clutching one side of his face, roared, "I'll kill you!"

"With just you?"

Beiming Ye snorted coldly, stretched out a hand, caught Zhang Bing's incoming fist, and twisted it in the opposite direction.

"Crack..."

"Ah..."

Zhang Bing's right hand was immediately broken, and the bone threaded with blood was exposed.

Beiming Ye swayed a bit, with his left hand aiming at Zhang Bing's elbow, and abruptly thrust it.

With a crack, Zhang Bing's forearm, twisted backwards, the skin immediately burst open, revealing blood, flesh, and bone.

Zhang Bing's face twisted with pain, and once again, he let out a ghastly wail.

He stared at Beiming Ye, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Is this still that waste of space?

That weakling who even dared not kill a chicken?

Of course, he doesn't know that the current Beiming Ye is not the loser he used to be, but The Tri-Paragon God Emperor - Beiming Ye.

Beiming Ye's foot kicked at Zhang Bing's stomach, one hand reached out, grabbed his neck, lifting him off the ground.

Instantly, Zhang Bing's face turned red, and his eyeballs bulged out.

He couldn't understand, Beiming Ye was just a waste with a cultivation of only the first stage of the Xuan Scholar.

Whereas he, he has reached the sixth stage of the Xuan Scholars.

But he, he was completely defenseless.

“You…you…you want…to kill me?” Zhang Bing choked, struggling to spit these words.

The icy gaze of Beiming Ye fell on him.

“Crack…”

Beiming Ye’s expressionless cold eyes answered Zhang Bing with action.

Zhang Bing's eyes widened. A sentence was still ringing in his mind.

“If you kill me, my father won't let you go...”

Beiming Night gazed at the sky, his face expressionless, word by word he spoke.

"Those who betray me in this lifetime, kill!"

"Heartless and unrighteous people, kill!"

"Those who breach faith and discard righteousness, kill!"

"Is this still the young master I know?" Lu Qi couldn't help but question herself deep down.

She was already stunned. The transformation of the man in front of her, compared to the person she knew, was a complete revamp.

The man she knew before was incredibly weak and had never been this forceful.

In an instant, Lu Qi felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

The young master now, he brings a sense of security.

"Thud..."

Suddenly, Beiming Night spurted out a mouthful of blood. The moment the blood hit the ground, it made a hissing sound and quickly vanished.

"Young Master, are you alright?" Lu Qi shrieked, taking a swift stride to stabilize him.

Feeling the warmth of the arm that was supporting him, Beiming Night turned to glance at Lu Qi.

At the same time, Lu Qi also looked back.

Lu Qi's face turned red without reason. She thought to herself, "What's with the young master's eyes? Why did they suddenly become... become as beautiful as the stars."

"I'm fine!" Bei Mingye subconsciously patted Lv Qi's head.

At this move, he himself was taken aback, this was the trademark gesture of the old fellow from the past.

Bei Mingye coughed dryly, masking his inner embarrassment, said, "You wait here, I'm going to visit the Dan Pavilion."

"Young Master, I'm scared, I'll go with you." Lv Qi followed quickly.

Bei Mingye glanced at the distant hall, thinking, "At this time, the hall should be quite bustling, right! That old man Zhang Shikun, he must be preparing to be the Pavilion Master, huh."

"At such a special time, how can they be without me!" Bei Mingye clenched his fists.