The Primordial Continent, Ziwei Kingdom, Jing Province, in the demon sea by the name of Asura.

Bodies lay strewn across the field.

A young man stood, propping himself up with an Immortal Sword, his body bathed in blood, coldly eyeing the surrounding crowd.

This man had his black hair tied up in a ponytail, a handsome face, wore a black armor and notably, his left eye was wide open, showcasing a white iris against a dark sclera, forming a stark contrast with his normal right eye.

In front of the man, an old man let out a sigh, saying, "Yuan Fang, you are indeed strong, a true genius... What a pity that you can't read the room. Now, your vital energy is drained and the power of your Pupil is also exhausted. If you give up the Demon’s Eye, this old man can spare your soul and give you a chance to reincarnate and cultivate again."

Yuan Fang held the Immortal Sword “Unrestrained” with trembling hand, and its tip was deeply embedded in the cracked ground. He felt his blood was almost drained, his life seemed to be seeping away swiftly from his body.

“Bah! Qi Jin, I was foolish not to see through you, but why, Yan’er, why did you also betray me?” Yuan Fang looked at the stunning woman in white standing behind Qi Jin, regret and desperation in his eyes.

The woman lowered her eyes, and said softly: "I'm sorry, Yuan Lang. The council leader only wanted your Demon’s Eye. We didn’t expect you would resist so desperately, causing so much damage and even many friends have died…I… I can’t spare you anymore…”

"Do you think I want you to save me?" Yuan Fang's blood-streaked handsome face was filled with mocking and self-mocking expressions: "Hahaha, it’s really laughable. Only blame myself for being blind…"

Yuan Fang looked at the three old men floating in the air and a weird woman who was half-emerged from the Demon Sea behind him and laughed, "Two Immortal Kings, a Ghost King, and a Spiritual King... plus you, Qi Jin, five monarch-level masters, the Pure Yang Immortal Sect really went all out. I, Yuan, don’t regret my death... However, no one should expect to get this Demon’s Eye!"

"Kill him!" Qi Jin yelled, and the four monarch-level masters attacked Yuan Fang simultaneously. They dared not kill Yuan Fang directly, afraid of damaging the Demon’s Eye.

Yuan Fang raised his Immortal Sword to the sky with his right hand, yelled, and gave his arm a shake. With a sharp ringing, the Immortal Sword "Unrestrained" suddenly exploded, turning into thousands of dazzling blue blasts, causing an omnipresent suppression. The four men halted slightly, with a continuous series of muffled noises. Yuan Fang, however, laughed mockingly and inserted his index finger and middle finger fiercely into his left Demon's Eye!

The Demon's Eye was plucked out by Yuan Fang and held in his palm. Yuan Fang clenched fiercely, only to be stunned as the Demon's Eye seemingly disappeared and integrated into his own bloodline.

Now was not the time to think about it though, Yuan Fang glanced at the four people who were already very close to him with his remaining eye and boasted, "Although I am not your match, before dying, I want to destroy your ten years’ cultivation. Burst!"

One old man with white hair, who had already grabbed Yuan Fang's face screamed, "This kid is self-destructing his own vitality! Scatter!"

A dazzling white light burst forth from Yuan Fang's dantian, followed immediately by an earth-shattering quake that stunned everyone around him.

At the moment the original energy exploded, Yuan Fang closed his eyes helplessly. What was the point of being a genius, possessing treasures, when in the end he could not stand up to the harsh reality? He cursed his own naivety...If there were next life, he would trust no one and would make the world surrender by his own power! But alas...

"Boom...."

The Chijinguo, Yunzhou, Cangyun City, the Xuanyuan family manor.

"You've finally awakened, young master!" a youthful, bell-like female voice exclaimed joyfully.

The man on the bed slowly opened his eyes and sat up, surveying the room around him. The place was decorated in a quaint, vintage style, with well-crafted furniture from fine wood. The room was filled with the scent of top-grade incense, mingling with the subtle fragrance of the young girl, leaving a rather pleasant smell in the air.

“Where is this, who am I?” The man asked in confusion.

“This is the Xuanyuan household, you are Xuanyuan Fang...” the girl stared wide-eyed and said in astonishment, “You couldn’t have lost your memory, could you, young master?”

Xuanyuan Fang looked down at the girl by the bed. Her dress identified her as a serving maid but it failed to conceal her lively and pretty appearance. Her eyes were expressive, and her rounded face was quite adorable. Despite appearing to be around fifteen to sixteen, her body was developing well and was finely shaped.

Swallowing hard, Xuanyuan Fang asked, "And who are you?"

Upon hearing this, the young girl was on the verge of tears and said, "I am your maid, Shi Shi. Young master, you wouldn’t have forgotten me too, right?"

At the mention of this, Xuanyuan Fang suddenly experienced a sharp pain in his brain as two lives worth of memories flooded into his mind like a tidal wave. Xuanyuan Fang clutched his head in pain, letting out a scream.

In his previous life, he was Yuan Fang, a genius cultivator of the Chunyang Xian Sect in Ziwei Country. He was in love with Qi Xueyan, the daughter of Qi Jin, a senior member of his sect. However, after awakening his demon pupil at the age of twenty, his strength grew immensely. The sect leader considered him a heretic and chased him out of the sect.

It wasn't until his death that Yuan Fang realized that everything was premeditated. The sect leader Wu Chenzi coveted his demonic eye and had it all planned out. Most shocking of all was that Qi Xueyan, the one he loved, had betrayed him. She watched impassively as he was driven to self-destruct, leaving no remains.

And now, in this current life, he is the second son of the head of Xuanyuan family in Chijinguo.

In his previous life, he was an orphan, adopted by the Pure Yang Immortal Sect since childhood. Yet, in the memories of this life, his current father Xuanyuan Zhen had been treating him exceptionally well, even though he was... a good for nothing who couldn't break through the second level of Qi-gathering.

"Are you alright, Young Master?" Shishi anxiously asked.

Xuanyuan Fang shook his head, smiling, "I'm fine, Shishi. I wish to be alone for awhile. Could you please excuse me for a moment?"

Shishi, however, seemed oblivious to the latter part of his words, cheerfully replied. "As long as you are all right, Young Master. I'll go and inform Master. There's some food on the table that I just brought over."

"Hold on... what date is it? Which year? Which month?" Xuanyuan Fang inquired, extending his hand.

As Shishi was running out, she responded with a laugh, "It is the first day of the tenth month in the 986th year of Dragon Calendar. Didn't you just celebrate your sixteenth birthday, Young Master?"

Xuanyuan Fang froze for a moment but then shook his head, muttering, "This is truly inconceivable. Only one day has passed since my self-destructive explosion... Why was I reborn into the body of this young master of the Xuanyuan family? Could it be because of our slightly similar names?"

Getting up from the bed, Xuanyuan Fang indeed felt hungry. After eating, he let out a satisfied belch and looked at his reflection in the bronze mirror on the table. His appearance was remarkably similar to his past life's, Yuan Fang. Sharp eyebrows, a pair of phoenix eyes, a firm nose, thin lips—smiling with a mysterious and sexy charm. The only difference in this life, his appearance lacked a bit of masculine ruggedness, but had added a few strokes of femininity.

As Xuanyuan Fang remembered the incidents leading up to his death in his past life, he glanced at his left palm. Inside the circulation of his blood, something seemed to be stuck within his fingers...

With a thought, Xuanyuan Fang exerted qi from his left palm, astonishingly, streams of energy gathered at the palm from his five fingers. A grey object slowly rose from his palm. Upon closer inspection, it was actually the Demon's Eye; it was still in his hand!

Could it be that it was this object that brought him to this dying young master's body?

Even if the Demon's Eye was present, he couldn't possibly dig out a functioning eye, just to implant the Demon's eye, right?

Xuanyuan Fang had no time to ponder. As usual, he took the Demon's Eye back into his left hand. Having lived two lives, he had grasped a principle: "Innocent men wouldn't be punished, but possessing treasure would bring doom."

With a leap back to his bed, Xuanyuan Fang couldn't help but feel elated, letting out a chuckle.

Fortune would favor him. Aware of his false accusations leading to his death in his previous life, it seemed like Heaven had given him a second chance.

Having a second chance at life, Xuanyuan Fang was determined to make a difference this time around. He would make those who betrayed him in his previous life pay for their misdeeds. He would not hesitate to obliterate the Chun Yang Immortal Sect one day if needed. Moreover, he wanted Qi Xueyan to know just how significant her past decision had turned out to be - and how terribly wrong it was.

Even though his body was born with inherently flawed meridians which hindered his cultivation, leaving his skills stuck at the second layer of Qi absorption. This stage being merely a starting point in a cultivator’s journey, from layer one to nine, and then breaking through to the Immortal apprentice realm.

However, Xuanyuan Fang wasn’t concerned for he believed that as long as he was alive, there must be a solution. Besides, he still held the Devil's Eye, this alone left him thrilled beyond measure.

“Fang'er, what's making you so happy?” A deep, resolute voice of a middle-aged man echoed as he walked in, trailed by Shi Shi.

The man had jet-black hair tied back, casually resting on the back of his head. His face was chiseled, with sharp prominent features. Sporting a mustache, he exuded an air of authority. Xuanyuan Fang immediately recognized him. This was Xuanyuan Zhen, the head of the Xuanyuan family, also his father.

“Surviving a catastrophe is naturally a joyous event,” said Xuanyuan Fang with a smile.

Perhaps feeling a hint of regret, Xuanyuan Zhen sighed and said, “It's not your fault that you can't cultivate. In the future, it's better to avoid attracting the attention of the elders.”

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Fang instantly remembered an incident. Duan Ming, son of the fourth elder had insulted his deceased mother, driven by anger, Xuanyuan Fang had decided to fight him. Provoked into a duel with life and death disregarded, Xuanyuan Fang had agreed without second thought.

As a result, Xuanyuan Fang who was only at the second layer of Qi absorption had lost the fight, almost at the cost of his life. Despite being the spectators, the elders chose to protect their own. Even with mounting fury, Xuanyuan Zhen was helpless.

With a light smile, Xuanyuan Fang reassured, “Father, don't worry. Going forward, I know where to draw the line.”

Surprised at hearing this, Xuanyuan Zhen felt that his son had grown more matured somehow after his near-death experience. He nodded and said, “It's best if you understand. You've had a tough time. Are you able to get out of bed? Come with me.”

Xuanyuan Fang got off the bed and felt the lingering spirit of the previous owner of his body around the bed. He thought to himself: “Rest assured, brother. I will seek justice on your behalf. You may rest in peace.”

Upon hearing Xuanyuan Fang’s words, the residual spirit dispersed instantly.

"Master... the old master is asking you to follow him," Shi Shi reminded from the side.

Snapping back to the present, Xuanyuan Fang hurriedly picked up his pace to follow after Xuanyuan Zhen, leaving his room behind.

The two of them maneuvered through the courtyard. Xuan Yuan Fang realized that the Xuan Yuan family estate was truly vast. The architecture was not only grand and refined but also the gardens displayed an exceptional artistic taste, a change of scenery with every step.

On the way, several members of the Xuan Yuan family pointed at themselves. Some even sniggered, but when Xuan Yuan Zhen turned his head, they hurriedly walked away.

The two of them were heading to the largest building in the inner courtyard, which was Xuan Yuan Zhen’s residence.

Upon entering Xuan Yuan Zhen's place, Xuan Yuan Zhen dismissed his servants, closed the door, gestured for Xuan Yuan Fang to sit down, and then spoke, "Fang, as you may know, in three months, it will be the once-in-a-decade heir selection...Due to the pressing situation at the front line, your elder brother, Xuan Yuan Yu, definitely won’t be able to make it back...Perhaps the heir's position will be taken by an elder's son..."

"What should we do then?" Xuan Yuan Fang asked instinctively.

"Do not worry,” Xuan Yuan Zhen smiled, “No matter what, I still have a good three or four decades left. By then, are you afraid that your big brother won’t be able to reclaim the heir’s position? However… during these ten years, I'm afraid the ownership of the Ink Jade Bracelet will have to change..."

"Ink Jade bracelet?" Xuan Yuan Fang searched his memory, but he could not find any recollection of this item.

"Now that you are an adult, I can tell you…" Xuan Yuan Zhen removed a black bracelet from his right hand, saying, "This is the Ink Jade bracelet. It is a treasure passed down through generations of the Xuan Yuan family, with only the patriarch and the heir eligible to possess it."

Although Xuan Yuan Fang had lost his cultivation, he still had his vision. He blurted out, "A magic treasure?"

"That's right." Xuan Yuan Zhen nodded, "This Ink Jade bracelet, it is said, belonged to our ancestor, Emperor Xuan Yuan himself. It is imbued with the magic power of the Emperor Xuan Yuan, and can bless our clan members. In terms of its current quality, it can be considered a low-level magic weapon at the very least."

Xuan Yuan Fang naturally knew that people on the Yuan Qi continent classify magic treasures into seven grades: “Mortal, Spirit, Law, Treasure, Immortal, God, Emperor”, each grade is further split into lower, middle, and higher ranks.

"Have a look, it may have to part with us for ten years..." The voice of Xuan Yuan Zhen carried a touch of helplessness and unwillingness.

Xuan Yuan Fang took the Ink Jade bracelet. It was warm and smooth to the touch, and felt excellent in his hand. There was a subtle radiant shine on the bracelet.

"It is indeed a treasure." Xuan Yuan Fang admired the bracelet, speaking from his heart.

"Of course." Xuan Yuan Zhen said proudly, "However, due to its old age, most of its aura is already gone. If we come across a highly proficient treasure repairer, I would definitely offer a high price for its restoration, even just a refurbishment would be great."

Xuan Yuan Fang smiled, "A high-grade treasure repairer is as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns in the vast continent. It’s not that easy to meet one. Besides, a magical treasure of the Law grade is quite rare. Even in ordinary sects, it would be considered a treasure of the sect..."

Xuan Yuan Zhen nodded, "Fang, you seem to be more articulate recently, but it's a pity that… Ah..."

Xuan Yuan Fang knew that Xuan Yuan Zhen was still concerned about his inability to cultivate. He responded with a faint smile without saying anything further. As he toyed with the black jade bracelet in his left hand, he suddenly felt a heat in his palm, as if the demonic eye in his hand experienced some change. He then sensed a soul power hidden inside the bracelet.

"Hmm. Can you feel me? You are the first from the Xuan Yuan descendants to detect me in thousands of years. Good, very good! Allow me to gauge your power..." A hoarse voice suddenly emerged in Xuan Yuan Fang's mind.