Year 10, December 25, Christmas Night.

The winter wind was so cold that people couldn't breathe, but the men and women in this modern city were still partying in the light of red wine and green. They were celebrating in a heart-wrenching way and didn't know how tired they were.

In a large-scale private hospital in Lin Hai City, in the archive, under the dim light.

Yang Chen woke up from his state of confusion. Looking at the strange scene in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

"Where am I? Didn't I sleep in my cave residence? Why am I here?"

However, the next moment, Yang Chen's face suddenly changed wildly.

All his spiritual force was gone!

His divine sense went blank!

The physical body was also fragile and pitiful. In this state, not to mention fighting with others, even a mortal who had learned martial arts could easily take his life!

Was this still his Immortal Emperor body that dominated the Starry Sky Realm?

Could it be some kind of illusion?

"Hey, boy, why are you in a daze?" An inappropriate voice sounded at this moment. Yang Chen couldn't help frowning, and there was a coldness in his eyes.

A fat-faced man in a white coat was standing two meters away from him. He was holding a broken glass bottle in his hand, and there were pieces on the ground.

At this moment, Yang Chen suddenly felt a sharp pain on his forehead, and a wisp of sticky liquid flowed down his cheek, which made Yang Chen frown more deeply. He stared at the white coat without saying a word.

"Damn it, I'm talking to you. Are you dumb?" The white-robed man was furious and directly threw the broken medicine bottle in his hand at Yang Chen's head.

"Bang!" The broken medicine bottle exploded on the top of Yang Chen's head. At the same time, it made another cut on the top of Yang Chen's head, and another stream of blood flowed down.

At this moment, Yang Chen finally spoke. His tone was extremely cold. "Are you courting death?"

Before he opened his mouth, Yang Chen was certain that this was not an illusion. With his powerful strength, even if he was trapped in an illusion, he could still see through it in one breath. This kind of magic method was meaningless in the face of absolute strength.

This was also the reason why this mortal in a strange white coat shouted in front of him without saying a word.

But now, a mortal who did not have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power threw an ordinary broken bottle at him, which could make blood flow out of his forehead, which made him even more certain of this.

If it was Immortal Emperor Qing Yu's body, not to mention an ordinary broken bottle, even if a star was thrown at him as a weapon, it might not be able to hurt him at all.

But what was going on now?

"Do you want to die?" Hearing this, the fierce-looking man laughed with extreme anger, and then a fierce look appeared on his face. "Boy, I don't think you know what's going on. Do you still want to live in this world after offending the Yang Family?"

"Originally, the Associate Dean wanted you to be responsible for it, but now, I'll send you to Gui Xi directly!"

"Hehe, don't blame me for being cruel. Who told you to be so bold as to offend that family!" After saying that, his fierce-looking face suddenly rushed forward and punched at Yang Chen's head.

He had great confidence in fighting with Yang Chen. He was a strong man and was from the ranks of the army in his early years. However, this Yang Chen was very thin. Under normal circumstances, he could probably break the boy's head with one punch.

At the same time as his body rushed toward Yang Chen, his fierce face seemed to have seen the scene of Yang Chen's head exploding.

"It's troublesome!" The coldness in Yang Chen's eyes became even stronger. He grabbed a piece of glass on the ground and flicked his finger. The glass immediately burst out, aiming at the throat of the dead man.

"Puff!" The sound of flesh exploding could be heard, and the throat of the Henghai's face was instantly pierced through. The glass fragment that even penetrated the Henghai's throat was still there, and it was deeply embedded into a wall.

"You..." The fat man widened his eyes and looked at Yang Chen with deep fear, as if he had seen a devil.

But before he could say a word, he fell to the ground powerlessly. His throat was pierced instantly, which was equivalent to announcing the ending of death. In a short period of time, even the God of Big Luo could not save his soul.

Yang Chen took a cold look at the dead man's face, and then his face turned pale and he gasped heavily.

The ordinary strike just now had actually consumed most of his body's strength in an instant. If those old friends knew about it, they would probably laugh at him for ten thousand years.

While he was gasping for breath, some memory fragments suddenly appeared in Yang Chen's mind. The information he received was enormous. Even with his willpower, he still felt unbearable pain in his brain and broke out in a cold sweat.

After a long time, Yang Chen, whose forehead was covered with cold sweat, finally survived the impact of the memory fragments.

After sorting out the information in his mind, he was also silent at this moment.

From the memory fragment, Yang Chen had learned some important information.

The original owner of this body was also called Yang Chen, who was originally the legitimate eldest son of a super family. Later, his parents died inexplicably when he was young, and he was suppressed by the elders of collateral relatives, so he was released here to live on his own. To put it bluntly, he was exiled.

Obviously, because of his special identity as the eldest legitimate son, those people were still worried about him. Over the years, they had been sending people to keep an eye on his every move, and even wanted to kill him to avoid future troubles.

The reason was very simple. Yang Chen was an adult. According to the ancestral system of the family, he had the right to compete for the position of the heir of the family head. He even had a natural status advantage. In this way, it was not surprising that Yang Chen would become a thorn in the flesh of those people.

Thinking of this, Yang Chen couldn't help but feel speechless.

From the looks of it, he, Immortal Emperor Qingyu, who was at the pinnacle of power throughout the heavens, had been reborn on this mortal brat.

And for no reason, it was an act of a family fighting for the throne and power struggle.

"The Imperial Capital, the Yang Family." A strange light surged in Yang Chen's eyes.

In his previous life, if it was Immortal Emperor Qing Yu, not to mention a small family on this mortal planet, even if it was a super cultivation family in the universe, so what?

With just a few words, he could make those families submit to him. If they were not convinced, there would be countless followers who would take the initiative to trample them down. But now, such a weak mortal body didn't even have any spiritual power. There were even super families who were looking at him covetously and wanted to kill him.

The situation had become extremely dangerous.

Yang Chen smiled bitterly, but he was not discouraged at all.

He slowly got up, and an invisible majesty of an Immortal Emperor quietly spread around him. There was also a kind of otherworldly immortal aura lingering around him. If a mortal saw this scene here, he would be shocked.

Looking around indifferently, Yang Chen's expression was cold, without sadness or joy.

Even if he became a mortal and the whole world was his enemy, so what?

In this life, he was an Immortal Emperor, forever an Immortal Emperor.

He was Immortal Emperor Qing Yu. Even if he was reincarnated, he would still cultivate his true dao and reach the peak!

No matter how difficult it was, if a god blocked the way, it would kill the god! If a Buddha blocked the way, it would kill a Buddha!