Deep underground, in a pitch-dark cell, bereft of sunlight.

Through a tiny air vent, the size of a baby's fist, scattered moonlight filtered into the room, faintly illuminating two grimy, disheveled figures.

One of the men was bound by thick iron chains from his neck to his hands and feet—hanging from the cell ceiling. The other man leaned against the wall, staring somewhat blankly at the half-moon visible through the vent.

The man leaning against the wall was a handsome teenager, despite the dirt on his face and his disheveled hair. The man hanging from the chains was a gaunt older man whose messy hair hung down to the floor; his dirty beard was just as long. It was unknown how many years he had been in this dark dungeon.

Yan Nanfei, leaning against the wall of the cell, stared blankly at the crescent moon visible through the vent— his memories flooding his mind like a tidal wave.

"The Blood Sea Dismemberment Technique was no joke. I've been reborn!" Yan Nanfei's eyes were filled with excitement, relief, and a hint of disbelief.

Technically speaking, Yan Nanfei of now was no longer the Seventh Young Master of the Yan Family in Luo City but the reincarnation of a soul from countless years ago.

He was originally the lord of Mount Jiuhua, a supreme realm powerhouse amongst the seven seas and five mountains. Due to his strength and eccentric behavior, he incited fear from other powerful beings and was ambushed by multiple supreme realm powerhouses.

Faced with a life-and-death crisis, the lord of Mount Jiuhua used the Blood Sea Dismemberment Technique, exploding his physical form to severely damage the supreme realm powerhouses. He managed to preserve a sliver of his soul, allowing it to drift through the cosmos' dust—unexpectedly reborn in Luo City, unknown years later. He had become Yan Nanfei, the Seventh Young Master of the Yan Family, a leading family in Luo City.

"Dao Jing, Yu Chen, Hong Xian, you three will pay for what you did to me! Since I'm not dead, one day, I'll come for my revenge!" Yan Nanfei muttered to himself, moving slightly and feeling a wave of weakness and pain course through his body.

"The Yan Family of Luo City in Eastern Heaven Continent?" Yan Nanfei touched his head, a bitter smile on his face, "I risked everything to execute the Blood Sea Dismemberment secret technique and ended up in a remote place I've never heard of before. I've reincarnated as a useless young master!"

At this point, Yan Nanfei had fully accepted his dual memories and understood his current predicament.

Yan Nanfei, the Seventh Young Master of the Yan Family in Luo City, a direct descendant from a highly influential family, was the only heir of the Third House. He was supposed to reclaim his inheritance managed by his second uncle after successfully opening his Yuan on his sixteenth birthday ceremony.

However, at the opening Yuan ceremony, Yan Nanfei was detected to be a Nine-Luo body, incapable of cultivating, becoming the laughing stock of Luo City, the largest disgrace in the Yan Family's 500-year history. Forgetting about reclaiming his father's inheritance was now out of question.

Yan Nanfei took a deep breath, slowly inhaling the world's spiritual energy into his body. As he did this, a stab of pain came from his lower belly, and the speck of spiritual energy that he had just absorbed instantly dissipated from his body.

This is the Nine Leaks Body, a complete waste, unable to absorb the spiritual energy of the world for cultivation. No matter how much spiritual energy is absorbed, it leaks out immediately, making cultivation impossible.

"The Nine Leaks Body, huh?" Yan Nanfei smirked, a glint in his eyes.

His current body was indeed the Nine Leaks Body, hopeless for cultivation, but it was not inherited; it was man-made. The pampered young master Yan couldn't notice it, but the current Yan Nanfei, a monster who had lived for countless years, understood everything.

There was a chronic poison in his body. Usually, it did not affect his health, but the moment he absorbed spiritual energy, it triggered excruciating pain in his dantian, making it impossible to gather spiritual energy.

Moreover, even his imprisonment was a setup. He remembered the night he drank excessively to drown his sorrows until he was on the brink of collapse. His graceful fiancée entered the room. Yan Nanfei thought she had come to console him, but she tore off his clothes and screamed for help.

The people who arrived immediately attacked Yan Nanfei without asking questions, throwing him into the eternally dark dungeon beneath the ground. The pressure was too much for the young master Yan who had suffered multiple blows and he ultimately met his death against the stone wall of the dungeon.

"Now that I possess your body, your grudges are my grudges." Yan Nanfei touched the scar on his forehead and slowly rose, "Rest in peace, for I will retrieve everything you lost! And those who plotted against you will suffer their due punishment!"

In addition to Yan Nanfei, there was another man suspended upside down in the prison by chains. The man's movements caused the chains to clang continuously, and he issued a hoarse, low voice, "Hey, kid, I thought you had left us. Didn't expect your vitality to be such tenacious. Interesting! Since you're still breathing, come, keep this old man company!"

The unnamed old man in the cell was no good character either. Since Yan Nanfei was locked up, he was subjected to the old man's daily berating and beatings.

The nameless old man himself was chained, unable to move. He must have had impressive strength previously; a single spit at Yan Nanfei caused a significant swelling.

"So, honoree, do you aim to hit me with your saliva today?" Yan Nanfei suddenly lifted his head, a wicked smile evolving at the corner of his mouth.

Even the well-versed old man, who considered himself experienced and had killed countless people, felt a chill seeing Yan Nanfei's smile - like a prey under the hunt of a dangerous beast.

The old man suddenly realized that the person he was facing was entirely different from the despondent young master he remembered.

No, such gaze, such aura, they didn't belong to the same person! Even if he wasn't chained, in his prime, he'd still fear such an opponent.

The old man couldn't help but exclaim, "You are not the Yan child, who are you?"

"What a discerning one you are!" Yan Nanfei smirked at the man's surprise, which was followed by a flash as Yan Nanfei now stood apart, out of the old man's attack range. The nameless elder couldn't move with his limbs locked. As long as Yan Nanfei avoided him from the front, he wouldn't worry about self-defense.

Yan Nanfei stood beside the old man, reached out, and rested his hand on the former's head, chuckling coldly, "Old man, you used to enjoy hitting me. Now, you should pay the price. Since your true essence is locked and you can't get out of this black prison, why not let me make good use of your cultivation? It would be a waste if I didn't, considering your life devoted to cultivation."

As he spoke, a suction force emerged from Yan Nanfei's palm, slowly extracting the old man's energy, bit by bit.