"Feng Wuyang, even as a ghost, I, Zhou Ming, will never let you go."

A hoarse voice seemed to come from hell, filled with a terrifying intent to kill, as if it had gone through the vicissitudes of ancient times.

The young man, who had been lifeless on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, sat up sharply, and was soaked in cold sweat.

Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, Zhou Ming was gradually filled with shock and confusion, completely stupefied!

"What happened? Wasn't I killed by the Three Great Martial Emperors?"

Looking around, he was in an antique room, and he was lying on the bed.

Zhou Ming aimlessly lifted his hands, looking at the womanlike palms in front of him.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, and he hurriedly looked at his body.

This was the body of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, not his own.

Just as Zhou Ming was puzzled, a large number of memories that did not belong to him overwhelmed his thoughts.

After a moment, Zhou Ming absorbed these memories, his face painted with an indescribable expression.

His deep eyes were filled with incredulity. He actually hadn't died; he had been reborn into another body.

Zhou Ming was originally one of the Nine Great Martial Emperors in the Heavenly World, a Sword Emperor, with a sword technique that was remarkable and incomparable.

But because he obtained a piece of ancient divine stone in the tomb of the ancients, his good friend Feng Wuyang, who was also one of the Nine Great Martial Emperors, the Wind Emperor, coveted it.

To obtain the divine stone, Feng Wuyang shamelessly colluded with the Blood Emperor and Demon Emperor among the Nine Great Martial Emperors to act against him. Even with his unparalleled strength, he could only bitterly resign to his fate, resentfully detonating himself.

He thought he was certain to die, yet he unexpectedly survived against all odds.

Moreover, this place wasn't the Middle World anymore, but the Lower World.

What's most important is, five hundred years had passed since the Battle of Guanshan.

It took a while for Zhou Ming to snap out of his shock.

"Feng Wuyang, you went to all lengths to try to kill me, but never expected that I, Zhou Ming, am still alive, did you? Await my bloody revenge," he hissed.

Thinking about it, Zhou Ming's eyes flashed with a mad killing intent. In this life, he would definitely become a nightmare for those people...

As Zhou Ming recalled the memories of his past life, his face looked unnatural.

The owner of this body was also called Zhou Ming, he was the son of Zhou Haotian, the patriarch of the Zhou family in Tianling City.

However, he was an open-minded and wasteful young master, known for being the standard spoiled and wealthy son of a powerful man. He was a tyrant of Tianling City, doing all kinds of evil deeds without exception.

Just yesterday, this proud and arrogant individual went out to seduce women and happened to run into a stunning young girl dressed in white. His fiery passions were ignited and the thick-skinned him decided to flirt with her.

To his surprise, this young girl's background was not ordinary - she was Yang Ziyan, the daughter of the Prince of Qingyang.

Towards the individual who usually reveled in the flowery world like a fish in water, his attempted molestation was like a touch to a tiger's bottom, and with one slap, he was left half-dead. That was indeed his downfall.

It truly proved the saying, "to die under the peony flower, even as a ghost one would be a romantic."

Thinking back to that, Zhou Ming felt more disdainful. Indeed, some rotten mud was just unfixable.

Upon checking his current body, even the always-prepared Zhou Ming could not help but frown.

"Such a ruthless heart..."

The palm strike to the chest directly hit her heart, shattering bones and causing serious damage to the heart.

If it weren't for the spiritual medicine protecting her arteries, this body would probably be a corpse by now.

This is not the time to ponder over this, she must heal her injuries as soon as possible.

Zhou Ming sits cross-legged, making a strange seal with her hands.

Abruptly, a faint aura began to slowly converge on her chest.

Feeling the spiritual energy slowly growing within her body, Zhou Ming couldn't help but curse. Indeed, she was feeble.

The Enlightenment Realm is the beginning of the martial arts realm, focusing on the establishment of the foundation by opening up the acupoints.

The Enlightenment Realm is divided into nine stages, each stage opens an acupoint, and after opening nine, one could condense their Qi Mansion and break through to the Qi Mansion Realm.

However, opening nine acupoints is extremely difficult and only a few people in the entire Tianling City have achieved this.

In fact, the Enlightenment Realm is not just nine stages, but ten.

But, to open the tenth acupoint is far more difficult than the sum of opening the previous nine.

So most people choose to condense their Qi Mansion after opening nine acupoints, and only a few geniuses would open the tenth.

Zhou Ming had opened her tenth acupoint in her previous life.

"First, open the acupoints."

Feeling the spiritual energy gradually grow within his body, Zhou Ming changed his plans.

His palm formed a seal again, drawing in the spiritual energy towards the 'Shanzhong' acupuncture point in his chest.

Opening an acupuncture point was no small feat. Were it not for his past life's experience, he wouldn't dare to recklessly open an acupuncture point.

Know this, to open an acupuncture point not only tests one's talent but also demands extremely high physical conditions.

Yet, this body didn't possess either quality.

Time slowly slipped by. A thin layer of sweat appeared on Zhou Ming's face, his cheeks deathly pale.

At that moment, with soft 'snap', a weak pulling force came from his chest, followed by a cyclone slowly forming.

He successfully opened the second acupoint, stepping into the second level of the Opening Realm.

"Phew..."

Zhou Ming exhaled deeply. His nerves finally relaxed, and he slumped onto the bed, but his eyes sparkled brightly than before.

Despite this body being a waste, he was confident. He believed he could stand at the peak again, or even exceed his past life's accomplishments.

Thud, thud, thud!

Just then, messy footsteps resounded from outside the house. The footfalls were heavy and strong, clearly belonging to martial arts practitioners.

"Damn it! That piece of trash is half-dead and still wasting the clan's elixirs. It's so frustrating!"

"Heh, he just happens to have a good dad. If you're upset, try to reincarnate into a privileged family in your next life."

"What's so impressive about that? The audacious trash actually had the nerve to flirt with the princess. She has already sought justice. I reckon his noble father won't be able to save himself, let alone him. His death wouldn't be a big deal but it's crippling for his clan."

"Hush, don't talk. This is not something we servants can comment on…"

Suddenly, a thump sounded as the door was kicked open, and three men entered the room.

The tall man leading the trio held a jade box in his hand, and he looked at Zhou Ming, who was lying on the bed, with disdain, followed by a flash of surprise on his face.

"Wow, this trash surprisingly woke up despite being so seriously injured. Truly a miracle indeed."

One of the men behind him threw a contemptuous glance at Zhou Ming and mocked, "Look at his drenched face, it's probably just a brief revival before he dies."

Another servant with sneaky and greedy eyes scanned the jade box covetously and suggested, "Anyway, this trash is going to die, it would be a waste to feed him this Spirit Elixir, how about we…"

The three of them became somewhat tempted, yet hesitated for fear of being noticed.

Zhou Ming remained silent, observing the three servants with an icy gaze. It was a classic case of the dog bullying the fallen tiger. Now even the three insignificant burglars dared to covet his belongings.

"You three doglike servants, daring to embezzle my elixir, it seems you wish to die." Zhou Ming roared in anger, abruptly sitting up from the bed.