Divine Weapon Continent, Martial Dragon Nation, Xuanming Sect.

"After enduring for a year, my body has finally recovered. Beware, wicked woman, your good times with your son are about to end!"

Seated in the wheelchair, Nie Yang's fists clenched tight, an intense light flashing in his eyes, anger seething in his veins.

He was a royal descendant of the Martial Dragon Nation, awakening a sixth-grade War Spirit at the age of thirteen. His talent was unrivaled.

Through his mother's prestige, she became the queen that year and he, the crown prince.

Once, he was the rising star, the future king.

Unexpectedly, the treacherous concubine Yan managed to secretly seize his War Spirit, crippling his cultivation. From that moment, he became a good-for-nothing.

Following this, the concubine Yan's son ascended as the crown prince, while he was abandoned, demoted to the Xuanming Sect to serve as a menial disciple.

From genius to waste, from crown prince to servant, he was quickly scorned by all.

"Vile woman, in your wildest dreams you wouldn't have expected that due to your malicious deeds, I would awaken my memories from my past life..."

In his previous life, he was the son of the Heavenly Emperor in the upper realm, unparalleled in alchemy and artifact forging, only to be framed by a plot, which consequently led to his fall into the endless cycle of reincarnation.

"In my past life I was a young emperor, in this life, I was a crown prince. The outcomes are disappointingly similar."

In both lives, he was harmed because of the throne.

In this life, he would not repeat his past mistakes.

In this life, he was determined to ascend to heaven once again, washing away the shame with blood.

In this lifetime, I will ascend to the heavens, enter the divine altar, and rule over all realms.

With lofty aspirations and swaggering words, I will devour mountains and rivers.

A ray of brilliance shot out from Nie Yang's eyes, as if it could pierce through the nine heavens and shoot beyond the sky.

Whoom...

A red light flickered in the center of his brows, forming a pair of giant flaming wings behind him in the blink of an eye.

The wings stretched three meters long, molten like iron, composed of thousands of crimson long swords. The sharp blades were chilling to the bone, and the flames on them churned, with a hint of a dragon's roar.

Battle Spirit, Fire Dragon Sword Wings, Grade Four!

"The first form of the Ancestral Dragon Winged Battle Spirit has finally awakened. The efforts of this year have not been in vain!"

Before being thrust into the cycle of reincarnation, he fused the soul of the Ancestral Dragon Winged Battle Spirit into his own soul, hoping for resurgence in the future.

After a year of nurturing, the battle spirit finally awakened.

In his previous life, he possessed the Ancestral Dragon's Eighteen Wings Battle Spirit and was the unparalleled master of alchemy and weapons, which earned him the title of young emperor.

Boom...

The power of the flames converged into his dantian, Nie Yang's originally dried-up Qi Sea once again filled up, and his cultivation level broke through rapidly.

Thump, thump, thump...

His internal Qi surged like a bamboo split open, his cultivation level climbing step by step, until it slowly settled down at the peak of the third stage of the Mortal Martial Realm.

In the Divine Weapons Continent, cultivation is divided into nine major realms: Mortal Martial, Qi Martial, Soul Martial, True Martial, Marital General, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial God, and Martial Saint!

Each of these realms is a landmark step.

The Mortal Martial realm, as its name implies, is still mortal, only possessing more inner strength due to cultivation.

"The Dantian is one of the mysterious points in the human body. As long as you unlock the other eight major points, you can achieve the Nine Dragon Heavenly Cauldron, cultivate the Heavenly Decisive Technique of the Nine Cauldrons, then you can rise to the heavens."

Nie Yang's gaze became firm, exhaling deeply.

Now, the most urgent thing is to unlock the second mysterious point as soon as possible.

"Young Master, how come you're out here again!"

At this moment, a cold-faced maid walked up with three disciples.

"This useless figure, stuck in a wheelchair, yet still wandering around disgracing himself."

"An abandoned prince is no better than an ordinary person, living seems to be a waste of air."

The three disciples look at Nie Yang with disdain, their voices filled with contempt.

"Bai Lian, here you are with your elixir." Nie Yang said with a cold smirk.

"Yes, Young Master, please take it soon, or you won't be able to get up." Bai Lian said coldly.

Nie Yang took the elixir, a look of determination flashed in his eyes: "Dissipation Pill, a slow poisonous pill, colorless and tasteless. The one who takes it will first lose their inner energy, then become so weak that they can only sit in a wheelchair, and finally end up paralyzed in bed, unable to rise. Am I correct?"

Bai Lian was taken aback, stepped back, and said, "You... you already know?"

"When you handed me the first elixir, I already knew, Bailian, even though I treated you well as my maid, you've turned out to be that wretch's running dog..."

"Hmph, Young Master, unmasking me is your downfall. We're all alone here, nobody would know if we kill you and tumble you down the cliff."

At the end of her words, the three behind Bailian swiftly unsheathed their long swords.

"Sister Bailian, we've long wished to do this. This whelp's death is inconsequential."

Swish!

One person swung their sword towards Nie Yang.

However, at this moment, Nie Yang suddenly stood up, his movements like a shadow. He simultaneously stretched out his hand.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking echoed. The sword immediately dropped from the man's hand, landing in Nie Yang's.

Hum…

The sword hummed pleasantly. A streak of blood gleamed past the man's throat.

Kill swiftly upon blood sighted.

Standing up, seizing the sword, and finishing the kill.

All within three seconds!

"You... you...you could stand... you were pretending?"

Bailian's face turned ashen, her eyes filled with terror as she looked at Nie Yang, her body trembling.

Nie Yang, who stood before her, wore a cold, ruthless expression, as if he had changed into a different person in an instant. His murderous aura seemed to envelop her, seep into her pores, and pierce her heart.

"Kill him, Kill him."

Terror seized Bailian, and she screamed out in fear. Her two disciples finally reacted.

"Trash, you actually killed Elder Brother Li, you should atone for your sins with your death."

"Elder Brother Li was killed because he underestimated his enemy. We will not underestimate you. If you are wise, kneel down and accept your death, we will leave you with a complete body."

Both were holding weapons, their eyes were brutal.

"Killed because he underestimated his enemy? Do you know, I only need one sword to kill both of you."

Nie Yang disdainfully glanced at the two, blood dripped from his long sword.

For an entire year, he lived in a hut by the cliff, known as a useless man.

For an entire year, he endured the curses and humiliation of everyone.

For an entire year, he didn't hold a sword even once, all for rising up one day and to wash away his previous shame in blood!

Now, with a sword in his hand, the world belongs to him.

"What’s more, you are just a good-for-nothing who had a bit of luck, dare to speak such big words. Prepare to die."

Boom!

Both men attacked simultaneously, one with a knife and the other with a sword, breaking through the air.

"Seven Stars Unrivaled Sword!"

A low yell erupted, only to witness a flash of sword light in the mid-air. The two charging people instantly froze, followed by their heads rolling.

Thump!

White Lotus fell to his knees weakly.

For the sword was already at his neck.

"Dare to move, you useless imbecile, and you'll suffer a thousand cuts," came a harsh rebuke.

Looking up, a group of young disciples approached from not too far away, their waists all hanging with grey tokens of the Xuanming Sect.

These people, just like Nie Yang, were all miscellaneous disciples of the Xuanming Sect.

"Senior Brother Zhao, save me, save me!" White Lotus cried out for help as if clutching at straws.

Zhao Wei, the head of the ancillary disciples, was at the fourth stage of the ordinary martial realm.

"Worthless cretin, I demand you let go immediately or else face death!" Zhao Wei barked.

"Kill me? You, a mere miscellaneous disciple, just an ant in my eye. I'm curious to see how you plan to execute me!"

Swoosh!

With a flash of the sword, like a lotus disappearing in a swirl of fragrance and shattered jade!

"Lotus Sister…"

Zhao Wei's anger rocketed skyward. As a palace beauty, Lotus stood out like a crane among chickens in this palace of servants. As the King of Servants, he had long considered her his possession.

But now, this beauty had been killed by a waste of space.

"Waste, you're such a waste, today I will make you taste the bitterness of death, get him!"

With a roar, his eager minions immediately drew their swords.

Although a discarded prince is considered worse than a dog, for them, the chance to trample on the former prince was a significant source of pleasure in life.

Boom!

The ground shook as seven people quickly charged at Nie Yang.

"The Seven Star Flashing Sword, with a total of seven flashes, I wonder how many you can withstand with my third-stage mortal martial realm cultivation!"

Whoosh!

A sword flashed by, blood splattered wantonly.

One flash.

Two flashes.

Three flashes.

Limbs and arms severed, blood fell like rain.

The fifth flash, the last man fell!

Five flashes, seven kills!

Silence!

Outside the thatched cottage, a quietness so profound it was hair-raising.

"You..."

Zhao Wei instinctively tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.

"Halt!"

Suddenly, a delicate shout echoed from the air. A maiden in a purple dress floated down, the air filled with the fragrance of flowers after her landing.