Supreme of the Heavenly Realm

When Ye Xuan regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a dilapidated wooden bed, his body charred black.

"Unexpectedly, I, myself, actually managed to escape death this time."

A smile formed on the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth. He thought this calamity was one he absolutely couldn't escape, and surprisingly, heaven did not forsake him. Heaven had once again given him a chance for rebirth!

Ye Xuan was originally a Martial God in the Heavenly Realm, commanding thousands of powerful Martial Artists. Even in the Heavenly Realm, he was a giant who could summon the wind and command the rain, a lord over heaven and earth with a life that had long transcended limits, coexisting with the universe itself.

Yet, even in the Heavenly Realm, which seemed like a sacred place, it was not a paradise devoid of conflict. There were still wars and disputes, and what he had experienced was an unparalleled great war that shook the entire Heavenly Realm. He fought alone against four ancient behemoths of the Heavenly Realm, killing one and severely wounding another, his prowess echoing through the heavens.

However, being outnumbered, even a Daluo Immortal could not withstand the combined forces of four Martial Gods. Ultimately, Ye Xuan was obliterated, his Martial Arts golden body destroyed, and even his Martial Arts Primordial Spirit severely damaged. In a critical moment, he had no choice but to abandon his golden body, sending a part of his Martial Arts Primordial Spirit into the lower realm, landing into the body of a mortal that he now inhabited.

Thinking of this, Ye Xuan couldn't help feeling a myriad of emotions. Unbelievably, he, a respected Martial God, a titan of the Heavenly Realm, had been brought down by schemers, ending up in such a state.

Fortunately, heaven gave him another chance to start over. Even now, as a mere mortal, he possessed the memories of a Martial God, the Martial Arts of all heavens, and countless Cultivation Techniques—all within his chest. It wasn't impossible for him to cultivate back to the Martial God Realm, ascend to the Heavenly Realm, and reclaim his glory.

With this thought, Ye Xuan's mind suddenly brightened, and the gloom was swept away. With the heart of a Martial God, he naturally wouldn't be debilitated by this setback. Instead, he was determined to cultivate strenuously. Only by doing so could he ascend to the Heavenly Realm sooner, seeking revenge and washing away his humiliation.

As the myriad thoughts in his mind gradually faded, Ye Xuan's eyes regained their clarity. Now, it was time for him to find out what kind of identity this Ye Xuan, into whom he had descended, truly held.

Spirit Martial World, the Great Xia Kingdom in Tianyang County, a direct descendant of the third generation of the Ye family...

His father, Ye Xiao, had once dominated the Great Xia Kingdom, a rare genius, but tragically died young...

Born lacking talent, both his soul power and body were extremely frail and weak. Having cultivated until the age of eighteen, he had only achieved the cultivation of a Third Grade Martial Artist...

Timid by nature, he held an extremely low status in the family, often bullied by his kinsmen, even suffering the humiliation of being beaten by lower-class servants...

Information after information emerged in Ye Xuan's mind, and his expression quickly turned grim. The original owner of this body was practically useless, a complete waste.

"This guy is really damned useless..."

Ye Xuan couldn't help but feel speechless. He, a Martial God of the Heavenly Realm, how had he descended into such a worthless body? Was it just because the body's original owner was also named Ye Xuan?

While Ye Xuan was familiarizing himself with the memories of the body's original owner, a "creak" sounded—the room's door was pushed open, and two servants in grey cloth robes entered, whispering to each other.

"Hey, isn't this Young Master Ye Xuan hilarious? Of all people, why did the lightning strike him? It seems even the heavens can't stand seeing him live so miserably."

"Anyway, it'd be less embarrassing if he were dead. Better off dead than alive and humiliating the Ye family. I've disliked this waste for a long time."

"Yeah, the Family Head even told us to bring him medicine. Can you believe he survived being struck by lightning? This Spiritual Medicine seems quite valuable; using it on a dead man would just be a waste."

"Right, this waste doesn't deserve to use such high-level Spiritual Medicine. Let's quietly take the Spiritual Medicine, sell it, and just tell them we used it on him but it was ineffective. It wouldn't be our fault."

"Great idea."

The eyes of the two servants lit up—a truly excellent plan.

"How dare you! You two dog servants dare to defy the Family Head's orders and plot against me?"

Just as the servants were calculating, a loud shout suddenly erupted, nearly scaring them out of their wits.

"You...you're not dead?"

The servants were startled, not expecting Ye Xuan to still be alive. After all, how could a normal person survive being struck by lightning? But the Ye Xuan before them was obviously not feigning death; he was indeed still living.

However, this moment of shock was brief. Seeing that Ye Xuan was alive, their expressions returned to normal. Far from showing any intention to apologize, one of them sneered, "Ye Xuan, do you really think you're some kind of young master? What does it matter if we plot against you? We're going to do it today."

"Heh, hit by Heavenly Thunder and still alright. Young Master Ye Xuan, you must be very lucky to not die like this. Are you a cockroach or something?"

"Ha ha, I think so. Might as well not stop halfway; let's kill this cockroach today. No one will notice anyways, and no one will know how he died."

Emboldened by malevolence, in order to monopolize the Spiritual Medicine, the two servants harbored a murderous intent towards Ye Xuan.

"You plan to kill me?"

Ye Xuan's gaze turned icy as it fell on the malicious servant displaying a murderous intent. The servant seemed to be rattled by Ye Xuan's fierce look, appearing somewhat stunned. It was known that Ye Xuan had a meek temperament and often suffered their bullying. At this moment, if he saw them harboring murderous intentions, he would surely be scared stiff, soul flying out of terror; where would he find the courage to meet their gaze?

Though the two were mere servants with poor natural talents, they prevailed due to their longer Cultivation periods. One had a Fourth Grade Martial Apprentice Cultivation, and the other was at Third Grade. To erase a Third Grade Martial Apprentice was practically effortless.

"Alright, squash him, do it now!"

The two malicious servants, having made up their minds, didn't care much for the slight change in Ye Xuan. Immediately, the physically robust one took the lead and threw a punch at Ye Xuan's head, while the thinner, more sinister servant clawed towards Ye Xuan's lower body.

"Two fools, do you really think you could scheme against me?"

Facing the ruthless attacks of the two servants, Ye Xuan laughed rather than showed fear. His whole body's aura suddenly shook violently. As the two neared him, he leapt up high effortlessly dodging their attacks, then fiercely pressed a finger into the Qi Sea of the thin servant, "Puchi", the Qi Sea was breached, and with a miserable scream, the thin servant collapsed to the ground, his Cultivation ruined.

"What?"

Seeing Ye Xuan disable his companion with just one finger, the remaining robust servant was suddenly shocked. Even though weak, the other had the Cultivation of a Third Grade Martial Apprentice. How could he be defeated with a single strike?

However, before he could ponder further, a startling punch came from behind, striking with the swiftness of lightning, hitting his back. With a "crack", the sound of breaking bones erupted, and the robust servant's body heavily smashed into the rotten wooden bed, blood spurting wildly from his mouth.

"Impossible! How could you..."

His mind a muddle, the color drained from the robust servant's face as panic took over.

"Aren't you surprised?"

A smile crept up on Ye Xuan's lips, and he continued, "You really thought I was a weakling you could easily crush? Today, I could spare your lives, but while the execution might be avoided, the punishment will not. Now, I'll cripple your Cultivation as a penalty."

"No! Ye Xuan, you can't cripple me. Do you know who my master is? Young Master Yan, the son of Third Master Ye Yan! If you dare to cripple me, and Young Master Yan learns of this, he will never let you off!" The robust servant roared, upon hearing Ye Xuan was going to cripple him.

"Young Master Yan?"

Ye Xuan's expression shifted slightly, and he instantly recalled the image of a tall young man in his mind - Ye Yan, the son of his Third Uncle Ye Hai, who had often bullied the original owner of this body. Recalling this person made the body instinctively feel a trace of fear.

"So, are you scared now? If you're scared, you better..."

Seeing Ye Xuan hesitate, the robust servant grew bolder. However, before he could finish his sentence, "smack", a heavy slap struck his face, and his whole body flew out like a sandbag, smashing into the wall, causing it to dent.

"You..."

The robust servant's eyes widened, and his neck twisted, as he fainted.

"Sparing your life is already magnanimous. How dare you threaten me."

Ye Xuan sneered. A mere servant daring to be so arrogant and lawless in front of his master, it was clear that the previous Ye Xuan had been too cowardly, leading to being bullied even by servants. In his previous life, he was a Heavenly Realm Martial God, commanding worship from the strongest Martial Artists in this world. Now, merely dealing with a servant was seeking death.

"Master, please have mercy!"

Seeing what had happened, the thin servant whose Qi Sea had been broken was utterly terrified. He was truly scared now. Ye Xuan was no longer the pushover Young Master he used to be.

"Go."

Ye Xuan's eyes were cold. "But remember, not a word of what happened here today is to be spoken. Otherwise, watch out for your life."

Today was his first day reborn, a day of celebration, no need to start with a bloodbath on the very first day.

"Yes, yes..."

The thin servant felt pardoned. To them, losing some Cultivation was nothing; life was what mattered most. Even if Ye Xuan killed them now, the Ye family wouldn't punish him much, as he was the legitimate heir of the Ye family. Killing a couple of servants might at most bring slight reproach, but their lives, they were utterly disposable.

Watching the servants leave, a gleam of sharp light twinkled in Ye Xuan's eyes, "Rest assured, unfortunate one. Now that I've inherited this body, I will repay each humiliation you've suffered."

The original Ye Xuan was already struck dead by lightning, and somewhat related to the current Ye Xuan, as without his arrival and the triggering of the Heavenly Thunder, how could a clear sky suddenly send down a bolt to kill someone?

Now the deceased is gone, and what he could do for the previous Ye Xuan was to wash off the name of incompetence, vindicate him, and give a small token of compensation.

"This body is still too weak. Young Master Yan is in the Sixth Grade Martial Apprentice Realm, challenging him now with this level of Cultivation is like throwing an egg against a rock. The first step must be to rapidly enhance my strength, for without it, even the grandest ambitions will amount to nothing."

Ye Xuan's eyes flickered. If he was to avenge past humiliations, then Cultivation undoubtedly was of utmost importance. Only by elevating his Cultivation could he trample back on those who once trampled over him.