In an ordinary hospital of a new city, an unremarkable man opened his eyes.

Ye Fan saw the glaring white walls and sheets of the sickroom and came back to his senses in a daze.

He was reincarnated!

At this moment, a graceful figure appeared at the entrance of the sickroom.

Subconsciously, Ye Fan looked up to see his wife, Ou Ruobing.

Below the stunningly beautiful face, her dress tightly wrapped around her full chest and curvaceous buttocks, with stockings and high heels making her long legs irresistibly attractive.

However, such an enchantress of a wife looked at her husband with cold indifference and asked, "You're awake?"

Ye Fan looked at her contemptuous gaze, and painful memories flooded back like a tide.

In his previous life, Ou Ruobing was violated by a rich young master, eventually becoming his plaything.

Ye Fan aimed to avenge Ou Ruobing but met with betrayal from his own enemy, ultimately resorting to leap off a cliff in despair.

Although luck followed his misfortune as he was later saved by an Immortal, who took him as a disciple and introduced him to a world beyond Earth where he became the invincible Supreme Dragon Immortal.

However, the regrets and resentment from his past life always caused him unbearable pain.

So much so that he wavered in spiritual conviction at the verge of breaking through to become an even higher-ranking Immortal Emperor, and was obliterated in the final tribulation of his demonic heart.

Who could have imagined, he was reincarnated once again.

Ye Fan clenched his fists tightly.

Heaven has eyes, and it has given me a second chance at life! This time around, those who wronged me will pay a hundredfold!

Ou Ruobing looked disdainfully at this stubborn loser whose face was devoid of any emotion.

"Since you are back to senses, get lost by yourself," said Ou Ruobing with a poker face, "Next time, please die somewhere far away to spare me the trouble of disposing of your corpse!"

The nearby doctor and nurse glanced at Ye Fan, their faces reflecting a mocking expression.

Ye Fan was average in appearance, and he was dressed in a shirt that had turned yellow from excessive washing.

His wife, though, was exceptionally beautiful and clad in top-notch branded clothing.

It was hard to believe such an outstanding woman would fancy this good-for-nothing man!

Ou Ruobing shot Ye Fan an icy glance, then strode off without a backward glance.

Ye Fan's signature bitter smile crept onto his face: still the same behaviour from this woman...

He got up and moved to the window to watch Ou Ruobing's BMW drive away, but somehow, he just couldn’t harbor any resentment against her.

If it wasn't for Ou Ruobing and the Ou family in his past life, he would have starved to death on the streets.

More importantly, it was due to his own weakness and incompetence.

That made Ou Ruobing fall into a fiery pit, toyed around by the vile young master everyday.

He cast his gaze to the horizon as the image of the man that had cast him and Ou Ruobing into hell surfaced in his mind!

His tightly clenched fist had turned white, and his eyes were filled with boundless rage.

....

Collecting his emotions, Ye Fan left the hospital, ignoring the mocking glances of the doctors and nurses.

After exiting the hospital, he pushed through a secluded alley and made an attempt to mobilize the inner strength within him. The once-abound True Essence had disappeared, leaving behind only a wisp of a protective aura.

Suddenly, a woman’s scream echoed from within the small alley.

“Let me go! Help!”

Ye Fan furrowed his brows, advancing deeper into the alley.

“Pretty lady! Dressed so provocatively, are you asking for it? Come, let brother take care of you!”

A punk with dyed yellow hair, brandishing a sharp knife, lewdly approached a beautiful woman.

The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, with a Barbie-doll-like face. Her purple evening dress accentuated her sensual curves, the exposed area of her chest stirring thoughts.

“Don’t…” Yan Miaomiao covered her chest, tears welling in her eyes, “Don’t come any closer!”

Regret overwhelmed Yan Miaomiao. She shouldn’t have evaded her bodyguard and taken such a secluded path alone!

The punk began unbuckling his pants in haste, heading straight for Yan Miaomiao, who frantically closed her eyes and screamed.

Just as she was losing hope, a cold voice traveled from the entrance of the alley.

“Let her go.”

Yan Miaomiao opened her eyes in surprise, but when she saw the person coming, her heart instantly fell to the bottom.

The one who came was just a thin young man. How could such a person possibly save her?

"Who the hell are you?" Yellow Hair turned to look at Ye Fan disdainfully, "With your pathetic look, you're trying to play the hero? Get lost!"

Ye Fan didn't respond, but strode towards Yellow Hair with an amused expression.

"Damn! You wanna die, don't you? I'll kill you!"

Yellow Hair snickered evilly, and swung his knife towards Ye Fan.

Yan Miaomiao closed her eyes in terror.

That's it! This guy's going to get stabbed by Yellow Hair.

"Ding!" A peculiar scene unfolded.

Yellow Hair's blade did not puncture the skin, but was instead deflected by Ye Fan.

The metal blade bent as if it were a piece of paper, a look of horror spread across Yellow Hair's face.

Looking at the insignificant ant in front of him, Ye Fan gave a cold snicker and sent him flying with a slap.

With a dull thud, Yellow Hair was pasted on the wall like a mural and passed out.

Against such a scum, Ye Fan had nothing to say, he just took aim and kicked right between his legs.

"Ah!"

Hearing the Zhuang Huang's scream, Yan Miaomiao finally snaps out of her stupor, utterly shocked by the scene in front of her. A hole was merely torn in Ye Fan's clothes, while Zhuang Huang had been beaten half to death. But what horrifies her the most is the twisted blade on the ground. For a moment, Yan Miaomiao feels like she's in a dream.

After defeating Zhuang Huang, Ye Fan glances at the hole in his clothes before turning to leave. "Thank you for saving me, can I know who you are? Hey...don't leave! Hey!" Yan Miaomiao comes to her senses, but Ye Fan has already walked far away. She quickly gives chase, but couldn't keep up with Ye Fan's stride.

By the time Yan Miaomiao runs out of the alleyway, she runs smack into her bodyguards who have been looking for her. "Miss!" The bodyguards stare in shock at the disheveled Yan Miaomiao, "Are you alright?" "I’m fine..." Yan Miaomiao gives a flustered reply.

As she surveys the surroundings, Ye Fan is nowhere to be found. Recalling his features, Yan Miaomiao's face flushes slightly. "Miss, Uncle Zhong has been looking for you. Please go over as soon as possible, you're the highlight of tonight's banquet!" "Understood!" Yan Miaomiao nods begrudgingly. She takes one last look at the deserted street and sighs.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan returns home and is about to start his training routine, when the phone rings. His wife's icy command comes through the phone, "I'm attending a charity banquet tonight, get over here and accompany me now."

Charity banquet? Escort? It seems like Ye Fan recalls something. It's September 12th today. The day his miserable fate started in his past life.