"You...You're awake?"

Dressed in a large white coat, tall and with skin as smooth as mutton fat, Chu Xinyi walked into Room 303 of the ward, casually noticing that the patient in Bed No.2 had unexpectedly sat up, instantly her mouth gaped in astonishment.

The patient was soaked in blood when he was brought in, only half his life remained.

"What?"

Han Yang just felt his head a bit dazed. Subconsciously raising his head, his pallid face was plastered with deep confusion.

"Quickly, call Director Liu." After a brief astonishment, Chu Xinyi quickly informed the accompanying nurse to call the attending doctor and then rushed to Bed No.2. "First, you need to lie down immediately. After recovery the body is very weak, you should not sit for too long."

But to her surprise, Han Yang decisively got off the bed, his eyes shooting fierce rays of light, staring intently at Chu Xinyi, like a beast focused on its prey.

"Xi...Xinyi?" His voice was trembling.

Chu Xinyi was already frightened by Han Yang's gaze, let alone that he actually knew her name.

Good thing her second reaction was relatively fast.

"Yes, I'm Chu Xinyi. You can call me Dr. Chu. Last night you were chased and beaten by a group of drunken thugs. I'm the one who saved you..."

"Last night?" Han Yang's breath became instantly labored, he seemed to have remembered something, and exclaimed in shock, "Now... Is it... is it 2016?"

Seeing Han Yang's panic, Chu Xinyi nodded her head with some worry. Guessing that the heavy injury might have affected the brain, but she was experienced, she was aware that calming the patient's emotion is critical.

"Yes, it's 2016 now, 14:08 in the afternoon, Yanjing time." She glanced at her watch.

2016.

It is actually 2016.

Han Yang bit his tongue, wincing. This was not a dream.

Just moments ago, as the Demon Emperor of the Li Gong continent, he had forsaken his cultivation to protect the sacred sanctuary of the Demon Hall from destruction, choosing to self-destruct and take the Nine Immortal Gods and the traitors of the Demon Hall down with him.

Who would have thought that he would be reincarnated, and reincarnated back to the point in his previous life that was the most painful and most ridiculous?

Yes, before he happened upon the old Demon Emperor by sheer chance, Han Yang’s fate was undoubtedly a harrowing darkness.

And all his misfortunes began from this very day...

Closing his eyes, Han Yang's body began to tremble.

Those so-called "Immortal Gods", the so-called "Righteous", treated him this way merely because he was a rare Triple Cultivation Soul Body that emerged once in a thousand years.

Han Yang claimed the title of Demon Emperor, but throughout the hundreds and thousands of years on the Li Gong continent, he had never once acted against moral principles.

And yet, just because of his status as the Demon Emperor, he was endlessly harassed by those immortal gods and the so-called righteous.

Demon or immortal.

Who was to make that judgment?

In the end, it was always up to oneself.

And those traitors of the Demon Hall, claiming to have repented, were actually committing acts of burglary and prostitution in secret. Fortunately, luck was on his side for he had been given a second chance at life.

Han Yang suddenly opened his eyes. So what if he still holds the title of Demon Emperor? So what if he continues to be scorned and subjected to all sorts of difficulties by the world?

Living again, it is essential to make up for the regrets of the past.

Regarding those so-called immortal gods of the Li Bow continent and the traitors, Han Yang confessed that one day, he would return and execute them all.

"Your girlfriend just came over, she shouldn't have gone far, I'll call her back." Suddenly, Chu Xinyi remembered the girl she had met in the hallway a few minutes ago and felt that the presence of a lover might be helpful to the patient's condition, so she rushed out of the ward.

Girlfriend?

Her?

Worthy?

A cold light shot out from Han Yang's eyes, and the temperature in the whole ward dropped several degrees abruptly.

In his memory, the so-called girlfriend was named Ma Yan, who was here to break up this time.

This girl had long been hooked up with Guo Hongfei, a rich man from the same class, and had even secretly had an abortion. And Han Yang was completely blind to the truth, self-deprecatingly believing that he couldn't give her the happiness she wanted, and that letting go was also a kind of love.

The most idiotic thing is that he had no idea that the thugs who showed up last night were sent by the rich man, and for this, he had been laying in the hospital for nearly two weeks, without even seeing his elder brother for the last time.

Yes, on this very day, the only close relative of Han Yang in the world, his brother, was beaten to death.

If you know that their parents died early, and they have been depending on each other since childhood. In order to take care of Han Yang, the brother dropped out of junior high school and started working. A few months later, an accident happened, and the brother's right leg was broken. Nevertheless, the brother still limped around the streets delivering express packages to support Han Yang's education.

Although in the previous life, Han Yang took vengeance before entering Li Bow continent as a disciple of the Elder Emperor, could it be the same? His older brother's death is permanent, what's the use of killing everyone?

"Since I'm reborn, in this life, I will never let such a thing happen again." Han Yang clenched his fist and silently swore in his heart.

At the same moment, he tried to move his body, but it was a pity that all his cultivation had been lost, and he could not feel any Qi in his body.

Now, he was no different from an ordinary person, even weaker in fact.

But don't forget that Han Yang was referred to as a genius by the old devil emperor, who also possessed a super-natural martial arts technique.

Even though the old devil emperor had said that the spiritual energy of this world was diluted, Han Yang did not find it difficult to sense its presence.

Soon, he felt bits and fragments of spiritual energy. They wouldn't even fill a tooth's gap, but one must know that this is the starting point to become a martial artist.

At the next moment, Han Yang slightly spread his legs, crouching in a bow step, adjusting the inner breath of his body.

Visibly, faint footprints appeared on the porcelain tiles underneath.

Five hundred catties.

A thousand catties.

In a blink of an eye, Han Yang practiced the illusion devil formula, his strength thereby reached three thousand catties.

A full three thousand catties of force, not to mention dealing with an ordinary person, even a cow could be killed with one punch.

This is undoubtedly a good start. If he could strike while the iron is hot, letting the spiritual energy circulate for a cycle, it would bring a very, very, very substantial benefit for his future martial arts practice.

Unfortunately, time was running out.

If his memory served him right, his brother would face a crisis in half an hour, and Han Yang needed to rush to the scene as soon as possible.

"Han Yang.” As soon as he stepped out, two people were approaching him. One was Chu Xinyi, the other was dressed in a white dress, looked pure and innocent. She was Ma Yan, his girlfriend. The girl was surprised that Han Yang could get out of bed and walk. She then tried to hide her impatience, forced a smile, and said, "You woke up. I just have something to talk to you."

"Get lost." Han Yang coldly replied, not even bothering to look at her.

Ma Yan was taken aback, knowing that Han Yang had never dared to speak to her in such a tone before.

"Han Yang, you dare to talk to me like this?"

Han Yang gave a cold smirk, matching her gaze. "Beat it!"

"You!" Ma Yan was so angry she felt as though flames were about to burst from her eyes. "Han Yang, I want you to kneel and apologize to me."

The girl issued her demand in an unquestionable tone. In the past, whenever she was angry, she would make Han Yang kneel and apologize. To please her, he would always eventually give in.

This time, however, Han Yang’s gaze was indifferent.

"Kneel?"

"You think you’re worthy?"

"Get lost! You think you can play the saint after playing the whore.”