Azure Brahma Continent, Crouching Ox Village.
Some villagers shouldered hoes, ready to head for the fields. Others donned leather armor and slung quivers over their backs, preparing to hunt in the mountains.
The day's work began at dawn. The women were up early, some nursing children, others carrying feed in both hands to the backyard to feed the pigs.
The village dogs were up early too, romping around in packs.
One curious puppy ran up to a rooster and got pecked hard several times. It immediately whimpered and fled back to a bigger dog.
Just then, several cultivators flew across the sky on swords. The villagers looked up, longing plain on their faces.
Zeng Xiaofan sat on a stool outside his thatched hut, holding a large bowl of thin porridge with pickled vegetables. There wasn't a scrap of meat in it. He watched the cultivators fly overhead, his eyes full of yearning.
He had arrived in this world three years ago. A year earlier, the memories of his previous life had awakened. Back then, he had come from a city called Mingzhu City. After awakening superpowers, he had gradually given himself over to his desires and become a notorious lecher whom everyone wanted caught. In the end, he had died at the hands of a terrifying powerhouse.
Even now, remembering that skull-covered face sent a chill through him.
Luckily, not only had he survived, he had been reborn in a new world. Surely that terrifying fellow couldn't follow him here.
Unfortunately, his superpowers hadn't been reborn with him.
In this life, he was just an ordinary child, and he didn't even know whether he had the talent for cultivation.
But he had made up his mind. In another four years, he would join the Gentleman's Sword Sect no matter what