Nine Reincarnations

Without a doubt.

Ning Qi's performance in the second stage was not as amazing as in the first. Although he broke through the marks left by the nine strongest Daoists, he was somewhat lucky in the final battle. If the childlike girl had held on for a few more breaths, Ning Qi would have been defeated without a doubt.

"There are countless spirit realms in the Boundary Sea, and there must be other geniuses like this. However, at least I've received a top-tier rating." Ning Qi let out a long sigh. "If I get another top-tier rating in the third round, I should be able to obtain full access to the True Martial Hall."

He was somewhat expectant.

A grade is already the highest rating, as you can tell from the content of the first two levels that it is very difficult.

Given the strength of these Martial Saint in the Martial World, even if they reach the second level, they probably wouldn't be able to defeat the first Dao Child.

He turned his head and glanced again at the illusory figure of the last Daoist.

"The Immortal Essence Body... I'll remember that."

This is the first opponent of the same level who could make Ning Qi give his all.

The surrounding scenery was gradually darkening.

Ning Qi held his breath and concentrated.

He was then plunged into an infinitely dark space, his spiritual sense and his golden eyes were completely ineffective, and he could not perceive anything around him.

He kept waiting for that loud voice to announce the start of the third level, but he never heard it.

Just as I was wondering...

A beam of light pierced through, and the surrounding darkness gradually receded.

A loud cry startled Ning Qi.

"This... seems to be something I sent?"

He was shocked to discover that his body had turned into an infant again, and his once powerful physique and boundless Law Power had all vanished.

"It's a son! A son! The He family line can finally Inheritance!"

A joyful voice interrupted Ning Qi's thoughts, and several congratulatory voices rang out around him, making him realize his situation.

It seems he... has been reborn from another time!

Time flies by.

Six years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On the hillside, the grass was lush and green. A young shepherd boy lay leisurely on the grass, herding cattle, with a broken blade of grass dangling from his mouth.

Ning Qi was filled with doubt.

He clearly remembered that he had just passed the second test of the True Martial Inheritance, so how did he suddenly come to this world and become the son of a farmer, "He Yaozu"?

Over these six years.

Ning Qi, or rather He Yaozu, had been pondering this question.

Am I still undergoing a test, or have I truly traveled through time again?

It's no wonder Ning Qi thought that way.

Rather, this is Ning Qi Qi's Hundredth Life reincarnation, during which he awakened his Max-Level Comprehension. Given this, it's not surprising that he would be reincarnated again.

certainly.

He didn't believe it so easily, but kept looking for flaws.

But he no longer possessed extraordinary strength or heaven-defying comprehension; he was merely a transmigrator with innate wisdom. In this cannibalistic feudal society, at only six years old, he dared not display any overly monstrous talent.

He even vaguely felt that many memories were being forgotten. He could no longer remember the details of the life in which he had ALS, and even some things that happened on True Martial Mountain were fading from his memory.

He didn't find it strange.

Isn't it normal for ordinary people to forget some things? After all, six years have passed.

gradually.

He Yaozu discovered that everything around him was real. His father, He Daniu, was an honest and simple farmer. He had three older sisters. His eldest sister was already married, while his second and third sisters stayed at home to help out. Recently, a matchmaker had come to propose marriage to his second sister.

As for his mother, she fell ill and died half a month after giving birth to him.

"It seems I have truly been reborn. It's a pity that I couldn't walk the path to immortality in my previous life. I don't know how powerful the immortal artifacts are. And my master and the others, I don't know if they can ultimately withstand the invasion of the Mountain and Sea Realm..." He Yaozu had too many regrets, but it was too late to change anything now.

In the end, he decided to stop living aimlessly and live this life properly.

Although he doesn't possess extraordinary insight in this life, his adult wisdom should make it easy for him to change his family's fate.

He thought of the love his father and three older sisters had for him, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Spitting out the foxtail grass from his mouth, He Yaozu roared to the sky:

"I, He Yaozu, will never settle for mediocrity!"

In the distance, an old ox mooed, seemingly in response, and the shepherd boy burst into laughter.

From that day on, Ho Yiu-cho fully accepted his identity.

He began to scheme for a living.

From the surrounding circumstances, I learned that I was living in a feudal dynasty in this life. As for my family, they were farmers at the very bottom of the dynasty. They worked hard all year round. If there was a good harvest, they could at least have a full meal after paying taxes. But if there was a natural disaster, they would go hungry for five out of ten meals.

By chance, he learned about the existence of martial artists.

"To change my fate, I must learn martial arts!" He Yaozu's eyes were firm.

But for a farmer's son to practice martial arts is simply a pipe dream. Putting aside the methods of learning martial arts, the saying "the poor study literature, the rich practice martial arts" is no joke. The amount of meat required for martial arts training alone is enough to deter all farmers.

He Yaozu did not give up.

His intelligence, which surpassed that of his peers, earned him the recognition of Mr. Liu, an elderly teacher in the same village. After that, he began to study writing and literature seriously, while also helping Mr. Liu with his studies.

Slowly.

Some people started asking He Yaozu to write letters and other errands, and the family's finances gradually improved.

People in the village started praising the He family for producing such a talented person, saying that he might become a high-ranking official in the future.

He Daniu swung his hoe with even more vigor, and was all smiles every day.

Thanks to He Yaozu's presence, the second sister's marriage went more smoothly, and she ended up marrying a butcher. The butcher valued his brother-in-law's ability to read and write, as he didn't want his son to end up like him, spending his days making a living on the chopping block.

But in reality, being a butcher is considered a pretty good job; at least you get to eat some meat every day.

He Yaozu benefited from this and was occasionally able to eat meat.

As his life improved, he became even more motivated.

He has gradually forgotten his memories of his past life, only occasionally in his dreams does he miss the Law Power that allowed him to freely enter and leave the heavens and split mountains with a wave of his hand.

Time passed day by day.

As He Yaozu grew older, his body became stronger and he was able to do more and more things.

Mr. Liu had completely regarded him as his successor and imparted all his knowledge to him. He Yaozu had once thought that he could first study literature and pass the imperial examinations, and then learn martial arts when his economic conditions improved. However, Mr. Liu's words shattered his illusions.

"Hey! It's not an ordinary person who can pass the imperial examination. They say that great talents can come from humble families. Look at yourself, do you come from a humble family?" He Yaozu sensed despair in Mr. Liu's words, and looking at his empty eyes, he seemed to understand why Mr. Liu had stayed in the village all this time.

He Yaozu looked at his wooden house, which was freezing cold in winter, and completely gave up on this path.

The saying goes, "The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts," but this "poor scholar" didn't even have a ticket to the competition.

He Yaozu accumulated wealth.

My third sister also became a nun and married a blacksmith, which can be considered a good marriage.

soon.

He Yaozu is fifteen years old.

Mr. Liu passed away when he was fourteen, and he became the village's new schoolteacher, allowing him to save money even faster.

This day.

He Yaozu looked at his elderly father and said:

"Father, I want to learn martial arts."

He Daniu was startled, then tremblingly advised:

"My son, I know you have high aspirations, but families like ours can't cultivate them. You are a capable child, but your father is incompetent and has failed you in providing a solid foundation. Listen to your father, put those ambitions aside. Life at home is getting better and better now. I'll find you a wife someday, and we'll raise the next generation well, each one stronger than the last, okay?"

Seeing the hopeful look in his father's eyes, He Yaozu's heart softened, but he still firmly said:

"Father, I still want to learn martial arts. Let me try."

He Daniu sighed repeatedly, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Finally, he turned around, went inside, and took out a money bag. He placed it in front of He Yaozu and whispered:

"Your father is incompetent; this is all I can do to help you."

He seemed to have lost some kind of faith.

Looking at He Daniu's hunched back, He Yaozu's eyes reddened. He became even more determined to make something of himself and not disappoint his father.

A few days later.

The three older sisters all went back to their parents' home without prior arrangement.

The family was enjoying a happy time together, as if they had returned to their childhood, and He Yaozu was extremely happy.

After the meal.

As if they had planned it together, the three older sisters each gave He Yaozu a purse, then patted him on the head encouragingly before leaving with smiles.

He Yaozu clutched the three purses in his hands, his arm veins bulging.

His memories of his past life were becoming increasingly hazy, and sometimes he wondered if it was just a vague and unreal dream.

He now has only one thought: to become a martial artist and change his destiny.

After witnessing two martial artists effortlessly take several lives in a battle when he was ten years old, his resolve hardened; he did not want to die so helplessly.

A few days later.

He Yaozu set off for the county town. He had already found out that for just ten taels of silver, he could learn martial arts at the Black Tiger Martial Arts School.

Tuition fees have been paid.

He Yaozu finally got his wish and began practicing martial arts.

To his disappointment, his talent was only average. According to his senior brother Li, with sufficient resources, he might have achieved some success.

Are there enough resources?

It would cost at least several hundred taels of silver.

This is undoubtedly an astronomical sum for Ho Yiu-cho.

A profound sense of despair suffocated him, but he did not give up. He simply buried himself in rigorous training, believing that Heavenly Dao. However, his savings accumulated over the years were quickly depleted by the cost of medicine.

He Yaozu was devastated.

Without the herbal medicine, even with his talent, it would take him an enormous amount of time to make a single step forward.

Moreover, years of hard work could be destroyed in an instant. Just thinking about his father's desperate and lost eyes made his heart tremble.

Senior Brother Li found him, his laughter carrying a hint of seduction:

"Interested in making a deal?"

From then on.

He Yaozu became the shady undercover agent of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, doing all sorts of dirty and shady work in exchange for the medicine and secret manuals that would help him advance in martial arts.

Time passed day by day.

He Yaozu has completely forgotten his past life; he only occasionally recalls fragments in his dreams.

That year, he turned twenty-five.

He finally achieved some success in martial arts.

He Daniu was extremely old. Although he no longer needed to farm, the accumulated fatigue from his early years of farming still made him unwell. The medicines that He Yaozu found were not very effective. However, he was very happy that his son was successful and had become a martial artist who was among the best!

Everyone in the surrounding villages envies He Daniu for having such a good son.

Meanwhile, the three older sisters also lived well, enjoying a good position in their husbands' families and were not bullied.

There was only one thing that secretly displeased the three brothers-in-law.

That is, when they asked their children to learn martial arts from He Yaozu, they were all refused.

But in other areas, Ho Yiu-cho continued to help, and his identity as a martial artist helped maintain a certain balance.

Unbeknownst to them, Ho Yiu-cho did not want his nephew to follow in his footsteps.

So many years.

He desperately wanted to escape the control of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, but he was already sinking deeper and deeper. He knew some secrets that no one else knew, and he also knew that he would get into trouble sooner or later. Therefore, he had not married for many years, which made He Daniu and his three older sisters very anxious.

This day.

He Yaozu was on his way home to celebrate his father's birthday.

The house is no longer the wooden hut it once was; the three-courtyard house is the envy of the villagers, and He Yaozu also owns another property in the city.

I just stepped into the courtyard.

He Yaozu's pupils suddenly contracted.

More than a dozen heads rolled to the ground, like sliced watermelons. After recognizing the faces of the heads, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he let out a low growl like a wild beast.

These heads were none other than his sisters, brothers-in-law, and their children.

He Yaozu has gone mad.

A calm voice rang out. "I suggest you calm down."

Senior Brother Li was there too.

He Yaozu growled:

"Why?"

He roared in anger, but dared not make a move. Senior Brother Li held He Danu in his hand. He Danu's eyes were glazed over, still unable to recover from the tragedy.

"It's just that you know too much; someone needs your brains."

He Yaozu knew that this was an attempt to push him out to take the blame.

"Take my life if you want, why drag my family into this!" His eyes were bloodshot.

Senior Brother Li chuckled lightly:

"Who knows if you've told others before, so I'm sorry. We're brothers, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. You committed suicide, so I'll spare your father's life. I mean what I say. Anyway, he doesn't have many years left to live, I can take care of him in his old age."

As he spoke, he gripped He Daniu's neck tightly. He Daniu shook his head in pain, but his face turned increasingly purplish-red, and he was about to die.

He Yaozu was consumed by hatred, as if something was surging through his mind. Seeing his father's pained expression, he finally chose to give up resisting.

I promise you.

The deep voice brought tears to He Daniu's eyes. He wished he could just die and not be a burden to his son.

Senior Brother Li laughed loudly and kicked a sword at the target.

He Yaozu gripped the sword tremblingly.

reverse.

The sword tip was pointed at his heart.

His face was filled with sorrow.

"Father, I am an unfilial son. Perhaps I shouldn't have learned martial arts back then."

He Daniu just kept shaking his head.

He Yaozu's eyes gradually hardened:

"You keep your word, or I'll haunt you even as a vengeful ghost."

At this moment, all the experiences of the past twenty-five years replayed in my mind, the joys and sorrows of which only I know.

He closed his eyes and suddenly exerted force.

The longsword was about to pierce his own heart.

But in an instant.

Time and space seemed to stand still. He Yaozu felt something in his mind finally break through, and a ray of light that pierced through the chaos dispelled all the fog. Countless long-sealed memories burst forth like a tsunami.

He Yaozu stood there, stunned.

That inspiration... appeared shortly after he transmigrated to the martial arts world in his previous life, and it awakened his Max-Level Comprehension.

Now it's happening again.

"The martial arts world? Yes, the martial arts world!" He Yaozu's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he remembered everything.

Senior Brother Li was somewhat uneasy; He Yaozu's condition inexplicably terrified him. He roared:

"He Yaozu, what are you waiting for!"

He Yaozu slowly stood up, his gaze complex as he looked at everything before him, lingering on He Daniu, then at his own calloused hands:

"So... this is the third test...?"

He Yaozu, no, Ning Qi, finally understood everything.

All memories returned.

That flash of inspiration shattered all confusion.

He realized that he had not been reincarnated at all, but had unknowingly undergone the third trial of the True Martial Hall.

"This hurdle tests your willpower."

"This is really difficult," Ning Qi exclaimed sincerely.

Just as Senior Brother Li was about to roar, a strong sense of unease drove him to want to sever He Daniu's arm with his sword to intimidate Ning Qi. However, he was horrified to find that his body had completely stiffened. Ning Qi's eyes were unfamiliar to him, even frightening.

Ning Qi glanced indifferently at Senior Brother Li in front of him, and with a wave of his hand, Senior Brother Li turned into dust without leaving a trace.

He helped He Daniu up, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Although he already knew that everything before him was a test and an illusion, it felt so real that he had enjoyed his father's love for twenty-five years without reservation.

"Child... where is my Yaozu?" He Daniu finally mustered up the courage to ask.

Although Ning Qi in front of him still had He Yaozu's body, his temperament was completely different, and he could tell at a glance that this was not his child.

"Yaozu... he is a reincarnation of an immortal. Now that his merits Perfection, he has ascended to the Immortal Realm," Ning Qi murmured.

A startling glint flashed in He Daniu's eyes.

"My child has become an immortal? Great! Great!" He was so excited that his face turned red, and he danced with joy, but he was so exhausted that he fell asleep after only a few breaths.

Ning Qi gently placed him on the bed, glanced at that familiar face again, and whispered:

Goodbye, Father.

With a thought, everything around him shattered like glass, revealing countless patterns. Everything became illusory. He sighed softly, and finally his gaze became completely resolute.

"Break!"

Everything receded like the tide.

Darkness descended once more.

When Ning Qi woke up again, he found himself turned into a baby once more.

Isn't one lifetime enough?

In this life, he was the son of a wealthy merchant.

The start was much better than in my previous life.

This time he was very calm, like an observer.

He watched himself marry, have children, and live a dissolute life, eventually dying peacefully amidst a house full of children and grandchildren.

He remained completely unmoved, as if observing the life of another version of himself, but with many insights swirling within him.

The image is shattered.

Ning Qi was reincarnated again.

Time and time again.

Ning Qi was born into royalty and competed for the throne; abandoned at birth, he became a beggar and ultimately died in a cold, dilapidated temple; he also once belonged to a celestial sect and was hailed as a prodigy, but was betrayed by an internal traitor while on a training expedition...

Each lifetime follows a different path.

But Ning Qi remained unmoved, his heart as firm as a rock.

Apart from some minor setbacks in the first life, the other lives were like those of God, observing detachedly.

Nine lifetimes of reincarnation.

Ning Qi gained a lot of insights from this experience. He realized that this third trial was a test of his character and willpower. If his willpower was weak, he might get so deeply involved that he would not be able to extricate himself.

Fortunately.

He has completely distanced himself from the situation.

The ninth vision shattered once more. Ning Qi expected darkness to return, but to his surprise, the long-absent grand voice finally rang out:

"Third stage passed, rating... surpasses A-level, no rating possible."