Sword Cultivator Reborn

On the Cultivation Continent, atop Heavy Sword Peak.

Inside an old stone house with protruding eaves and sharp, angular corners!

At this moment, a man wrapped entirely in bandages was lying on a wooden bed, with a young girl standing beside him, changing his dressings.

The girl had a lovely face and wore a cyan gauze dress. As she diligently changed the bandages, she would occasionally place her slender, delicate hand on the man's forehead, a trace of worry etched upon her face.

"No!"

Suddenly, Chen Fan snapped his eyes open, his unfocused pupils rapidly sharpening as he jolted into a sitting position!

"You're awake? Hmph, consider yourself lucky. The doctor at the medicine hall said that if you didn't wake up within these two days, your life would have come to an end..." Seeing Chen Fan sit up, the girl was startled at first, but a hint of joy soon flashed across her face, though she quickly adopted a cold tone.

Yet, inadvertently, she turned slightly away and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Hm?

Chen Fan frowned slightly.

Where is this place? Didn't I die after detonating my dantian while being besieged?

His heart was filled with confusion.

He had been born in the Age of Dharma Decline on Earth, yet he obtained supreme heavenly luck, becoming the only—and last—Foundation Establishment Realm sword cultivator of his time.

Unexpectedly, he drew the wariness of various nations, who mobilized nuclear weapons to surround him, ultimately forcing him to detonate his dantian and perish alongside his enemies.

But waking up now, he realized everything had changed!

He was in a quaint, antique-style room, and the girl before him was dressed in ancient attire. She had saved him, yet treated him with such indifference.

Hiss!

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced Chen Fan's mind!

Following that, a massive influx of memory fragments surged forth, flashing through his mind like a slideshow.

So that's it! I have been reborn, and it is hundreds of years later on Earth. The world has changed; the Age of Dharma Decline has ended, and the spiritual energy has become so abundant!

Chen Fan digested the memories of this body. Although most were lost, he still obtained some useful information.

He had been reborn on Earth hundreds of years later. The world had undergone a complete transformation: skyscrapers had turned into city walls and wooden houses, and suits had been replaced by ancient robes. Everything seemed to have regressed, yet it had also progressed further.

Because in this world, the number of cultivators had become immense; it was practically universal cultivation!

Thinking of this, Chen Fan's heart stirred. He immediately attempted to circulate his cultivation technique to draw in the heaven and earth essence. His body and mind instantly felt refreshed, and the injuries within him were rapidly healing!

Although his original Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation was entirely lost, fortunately, his divine soul remained at the Foundation Establishment level, which allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as his divine soul was at the Foundation Establishment level, it would be smooth and swift for him to guide this new physical body into the Foundation Establishment Realm!

However, when it came to this new body, Chen Fan couldn't help but frown.

The original owner of this body was an outer sect disciple of Heavy Sword Peak. His family had fallen into decline, leading to his cowardly and unambitious personality.

Later, he became obsessed with beauty and was bewitched by a woman named Nalan Yun. A few days ago, he was tricked into going to Demon King Valley to search for a Demon Core, where he was struck by a demon beast and died from his severe injuries.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan's heart suddenly surged with uncontrollable excitement.

It was not because of anger toward that Nalan Yun, but rather surprise regarding Demon King Valley.

The fact that there were demon beasts in Demon King Valley was simply unbelievable to someone from the Age of Dharma Decline.

In the Age of Dharma Decline, even cultivators were rare, and demon beasts were completely extinct; not a single one could be found on the entire Earth.

In his previous life, he had collected many pill formulas and array formations that required beast blood or Demon Cores to function, but he had never been able to gather all the materials. Now that demon beasts had appeared, he had found hope to reach a higher level!

"You just woke up, don't move around randomly. Lie back down!" At this moment, the girl's voice came from the side again.

Chen Fan turned his head to look. In the original host's memories, this girl was his younger sister, Chen Jingjing.

However, given the original host's personality and conduct, it was no wonder this sister was so cold toward him.

"I..."

Chen Fan pondered for a moment, just about to say something.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the door to the room was violently kicked open!

It was a youth in brocade clothes, appearing to be seventeen or eighteen years old, who burst in with several followers.

As soon as the youth entered, his gaze swept directly toward Chen Jingjing, and he laughed mockingly, "Junior Sister Jingjing, how have you considered the matter I spoke to you about a few days ago?"

Chen Jingjing's expression turned icy, and she scolded angrily, "Yang Mo, what are you doing here? You are not welcome here, get out!"

Yang Mo stared at Chen Jingjing's slightly heaving chest, making no effort to hide the greed in his eyes, and laughed loudly, "Junior Sister Jingjing, I have been thinking of you day and night these past few days; I truly missed you, so I couldn't help but come to see you! What have you decided? As long as you agree to be my dao companion, who in the outer sect would dare to bully you and your brother in the future?"

"You..." Chen Jingjing was so angry she couldn't speak!

At this moment, one of the followers behind Yang Mo also spoke up!

"Junior Sister, I think you should just submit to Senior Brother Yang. This is a good thing!"

"That's right, our Senior Brother Yang entered Heavy Sword Peak at ten, and after only eight years of cultivation, he has already reached the third level of the Qi Refining stage. His future achievements will be immeasurable!"

"If you were to become a dao companion with Senior Brother Yang, your status in the Outer Sect would rise like the tide!"

As the followers chimed in one after another, a proud, satisfied smile appeared on Yang Mo's face.

Chen Jingjing, however, felt completely uncomfortable. Her face darkened as she said coldly, "Senior Brother Yang, I will say this one last time: I will not become your dao companion, nor do I wish to consider it. Please, all of you, get out!"

"Oh? So that's a refusal?" Yang Mo remained unbothered, offering a playful smirk.

He then swept his gaze toward Chen Fan, who was lying on the bed, and laughed coldly, "Yo, isn't this the great romantic, Young Master Chen? What's wrong? Finally awake? Did you manage to find a Demon Core in Demon King Valley? Hahaha!"

"Tsk tsk, Nalan Yun really has some impressive skills. To think she could trick a piece of trash at the first level of Qi Refining into entering Demon King Valley with just a few words!" one of the followers mocked.

"Hahaha, come to think of it, even our seniors at the sixth level of Qi Refining wouldn't dare to easily barge into Demon King Valley. You, Chen Fan, actually managed to crawl back with your life—your luck is truly something else!"

"Sigh, you can't put it that way. Who told our romantic Chen to be so deeply devoted? To go as far as entering Demon King Valley for Nalan Yun—such spirit is simply beyond the reach of ordinary men!"

"That goes without saying! Who doesn't know that our Young Master Chen is just a toad lusting after swan meat?"

"You guys are wrong to say that. At the end of the day, a person must have dreams; otherwise, how are they any different from a salted fish?" Yang Mo teased.

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, the group burst into raucous laughter.

"Shut up!"

Chen Jingjing immediately rebuked them in anger.

Even though she looked down on her brother and felt frustrated by his lack of ambition, it was not for these outsiders to mock him!

"Yo, Junior Sister Jingjing, you look quite murderous. Are you thinking of sparring with your senior brother?" Yang Mo shook his head with a cold sneer.

Chen Jingjing was only at the second level of the Qi Refining stage; she was no match for him at all!

"Hmph, a spar it is, then!"

However, consumed by rage, Chen Jingjing shouted and prepared to strike!

Slap!

Suddenly, her shoulder was gently tapped.

Immediately following, a calm voice came from behind her.

"Let me handle this."

"You?" Chen Jingjing was startled. She turned her head and, seeing the indifferent expression on Chen Fan's face, couldn't help but freeze in place!

When had she ever seen her brother remain so calm and composed after being insulted?

In the past, wouldn't he have simply fled in a fit of rage?

While she was still stunned, Chen Fan had already stepped down from the bed.

He was still injured and not fully recovered, leaving his complexion somewhat pale.

Yet, the moment he took his first step, a chilling, murderous aura emanated from his body as his gaze swept directly toward Yang Mo and the others.

The next moment, a cold and indifferent voice emerged from his lips: "Are you all looking to die?"

The simple sentence instantly caused the air in the small stone hut to freeze.

Everyone in the room, including Chen Jingjing, was stunned.

This... how did Chen Fan suddenly seem like a completely different person?

When did he gain such confidence in his speech?

And to speak with such a threatening tone, no less!

"Yo, did I hear that right? Chen Fan, were you just talking to us?" Yang Mo quickly recovered, regaining his composure as he shook his head and sneered.

He knew that no matter how much Chen Fan postured, he was ultimately just a piece of trash at the first level of Qi Refining, and given his severe injuries, he was likely worse off than an ordinary mortal.

"I never say the same thing twice. I'll give you three breaths of time—get out of here!" Chen Fan shook his head expressionlessly, speaking with cold indifference.

Yang Mo's eyes turned icy, and he roared, "You're courting death!"

A vicious, murderous intent flashed across his face as he leaped from his spot. His lean frame suddenly bulged with muscle, his arms thickening to the size of a grown man's thighs, and he threw a punch!

Bang!

The fist, carrying a whistling gale, struck directly toward Chen Fan.

"No, get out of the way!" Chen Jingjing's expression changed, and she cried out in alarm!

If this punch landed, even someone at the second level of Qi Refining would suffer broken bones, let alone her brother, who was currently suffering from grave injuries.

However, Chen Fan merely looked at the fist hurtling toward him, shook his head dismissively, and offered his assessment: "Too slow!"

He then condensed a faint wisp of spiritual energy in his hand and suddenly thrust it forward!

Slap!

With a crisp sound, the iron fist of Yang Mo was instantly blocked.

This lethal punch had been caught just like that, stopped dead in its tracks!

"How is this possible?"

Yang Mo's expression changed instantly. Although he hadn't used his full strength, he knew well that this punch was not something a first-level Qi Refining cultivator could block so easily, let alone Chen Fan, who was now nothing more than a cripple.

"Die!"

He roared again, pulling his arm back, intending to retract his fist.

But the next moment, his expression shifted once more, his eyes widening slightly.

He discovered that he couldn't pull his fist back; it felt as if it were gripped by iron pincers, unable to move in the slightest.

Suddenly, Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his five fingers tightened!

"Crack!"

Amidst the crisp sound, the bones in Yang Mo's fist shattered instantly!

"Ah..."

A shrill, miserable scream instantly echoed throughout the entire small stone hut!