Chapter 1

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"Save her, save her!"

"No matter who you are, god or demon, as long as you can save her, I am willing to give everything I have."

"Save her, I beg you to save her!"

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Vague yet distinct murmurs echoed in the depths of his soul, filled with extreme humility and pleading.

Unconsciously, he awakened from the piercing pain that originated from his soul.

In a daze, he struggled to gather his thoughts, recalling everything that had happened, mainly to accept the obscure memories that had suddenly appeared in his soul.

They were the language of a foreign world, some written characters, a few martial techniques, and scattered human and geographical knowledge.

Most of all, it was the plea, the entanglement, of a nameless person, codenamed 'Ma Thirteen.'

'I died, I died in the explosion of the sun...'

'No, I didn't die...'

'I am, Mu Longcheng!'

Like lightning flashing through his mind, Mu Longcheng's spirit was greatly shaken, ignoring the continuous murmurs coming from within his soul.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Rumble!

Rolling thunder echoed across the earth, and the light of lightning tore through the heavens, illuminating the gloomy rain.

Thunder, lightning, heavy rain, frigid temperature, overturned alien carriages, mud stained with blood, corpses...

The sounds of fighting and killing nearby, as well as the clashing of swords and the clang of metal,

All entered his heart, captured one by one, and then refined into more subtle information.

The age of the vegetation, the substances contained in the rainwater, and even the power contained in the sound of metal colliding...

Pat!

A raindrop hit a leaf, rolled down, and fell into a pile of corpses soaked in blood, dripping into the corner of Mu Longcheng's eye.

He didn't blink, letting the rain run down his face, and raised his wet hand to push away the cold corpse beside him, covering the hideous knife wound on his left chest.

"Long-lost pain..."

Sitting up, he looked at everything hazy in the rain, and even the sounds of swords clashing, fighting and cursing, and the tearing of limbs were intoxicating to him.

"Why am I so happy? Because of rebirth? No, it's more than that..."

Mu Longcheng murmured in his heart, but it didn't stop him from accepting the memories in his mind.

Da Yong Dynasty, that was the name of the country he was currently in.

This was a country similar to the Zhou Dynasty in ancient Xuanxing, where the emperor ruled by doing nothing, and eighty-four thousand feudal officials, either marquises or kings, were enfeoffed in various places.

The eighty thousand lords were either large or small, the small ones controlling tens of millions of lands and billions of people, while the large ones governed many states, with territories hundreds or thousands of times larger than the former.

The emperors of Da Yong have been sitting high in the divine city, overlooking all the people of the world, for more than eight hundred thousand years!

The original owner of this body was a small groom in the mansion of a small lord, 'Chen Marquis,' of the Da Yong Dynasty.

Codenamed 'Ma Thirteen,' he specialized in taking care of a white jade dragon steed that could travel ten thousand miles a day.

"Dragon steed..."

Mu Longcheng looked to the east, where the fighting was most intense.

Many men in black were wielding swords, hacking and killing the guards, and attacking a luxurious carriage pulled by a white horse that was eighteen feet tall at the shoulder, spewed cold air, and was extremely ferocious.

"Save her, save her!"

At the same time that Mu Longcheng looked at the carriage, a strong will came from the depths of his soul, humble, pleading, and even threatening.

This was the obsession of the original owner that had not dissipated.

This slave groom, codenamed 'Ma Thirteen,' was infatuated with the Thirteenth Miss of the Chen Marquis in the carriage.

The original owner's obsession was deep, lingering throughout the body, and he was strongly demanding and urging him to protect the Thirteenth Miss, whom he had actually only seen a few times.

"The human heart is subtle, to have love for a 'master' who whips and scolds at will? No, it's just dog-like."

Mu Longcheng chewed on the original owner's memory in his heart, lost in thought.

He didn't care about the original owner's obsession, but was curious about how the Da Yong Dynasty's royal family had suppressed the lords of the world for eight hundred thousand years.

In the original owner's pitifully small memory, there were traces of real 'gods and demons.'

In fact, this Thirteenth Princess and her younger brother seemed to be going to the real god and demon sect, 'Xuan Du Sect.'

So, these men in black...

Bang!

While Mu Longcheng was thinking, the battle situation not far away changed again.

From the carriage, a thin and short figure lifted the curtain and came out. At the same time that a low shout shook the surrounding rain, a hiltless broken sword swept across the rain.

Then, screams and severed limbs took flight, and spraying blood danced with the heavy rain.

In less than an instant, the many men in black who had come to besiege all retreated, suffering heavy casualties.

"Besieging the Chen Marquis's mansion carriage, I'm afraid you don't have the courage to do so."

A skinny old man stood with his hands behind his back on the back of the white horse, his gloomy eyes swept over the surprised men in black, and said lightly:

"Friends over there, don't hide anymore, come out!"

"Hahaha!"

His voice moved in all directions, and the rainy forest trembled. A majestic figure like a mountain broke through the rain and pressed down on the skinny old man with the force of a collapsing mountain:

"I'm out, what do you want, you old dog?"

Whoosh!

An invisible aura pressed down, and the heavy rain was silenced for a moment. A cold aura permeated the area, causing everyone to chatter their teeth.

"Shan Gong?!" (Mountain Bow)

Seeing the person coming, the old man's face suddenly sank, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes: "You dare to be an enemy of my Chen mansion?!"

The old man's heart sank.

This Shan Gong was a famous bandit in Chen State, with cruel and ruthless methods, and countless lives under his hands.

"Not to mention you, you old dog, what can Chen Ba Xian do when he comes?"

Shan Gong sneered and raised his hand:

"Let's see how much of Chen Ba Xian's skill you have with your Wind and Thunder Sword!"

Beng beng beng beng~~~

Almost at the same time that Shan Gong raised his hand, there were bursts of thunder in the rain.

Immediately, streams of arrows, either bright or dark, howled with ear-piercing sonic booms.

"You dare!"

The old man's eyes widened in anger, and the flying sword hanging behind him trembled suddenly, drawing streaks of silver training and slashing towards the rain of arrows coming from all directions.

Zheng zheng zheng~

Wherever the sword light reached, all the arrows were cut down.

But the old man's face changed greatly, and after slashing several waves of arrows, his face turned pale:

"There are divine archers?!"

"Is that all you've got?"

Seeing that the old man's sword light slowed down, Shan Gong sneered and took a step forward. At the same time that countless mud and water splashed everywhere, he let out a thunderous roar:

"Kill!"

Boom!

A roar like a thunderclap.

In just an instant, the surrounding trees and even the rain were cut off by the invisible sonic waves.

Even the flying sword was shocked.

"Not good!"

The old man's eyes were tearing apart, and at the same time that he lunged forward, he flicked his sleeves and set off a violent wave of air, blowing the white horse and the carriage tens of feet away:

"Young master, run!"

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"No, no, save her, save her!"

Seemingly sensing something, the roar in the depths of Mu Longcheng's soul became even more frantic, seeming to regain control of this body.

This action finally woke Mu Longcheng from his contemplation, and he glanced at the battle situation that was about to end in the distance.

He scolded softly, "Noisy!"

When the sound moved, the heart moved. In just an instant, Mu Longcheng's heart was surging. The obsession in the depths of his soul seemed to have been hit hard, and it let out a scream.

"No!"

The obsession trembled and appeared before Mu Longcheng's eyes. His face was pale, and he whimpered and kowtowed: "Take everything you want, just please save her...

Kill them all, kill them all!"

"How sad..."

Mu Longcheng sighed softly, stood up from the rain, and with just a shock of his body, the mud, water, wind, and cold were all shaken away.

"Hmm?!"

Shan Gong, who had just hammered the old man away with one blow, was shocked and suddenly turned around, only to see a teenager in coarse cloth walking towards the battlefield through the severed limbs and blood.

"Who is that? A groom?"

The old man, coughing up blood and staggering from a heavy blow, saw this scene, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Slave? Guard?"

While Shan Gong's thoughts flashed, the ambushed subordinates had already shot out arrows, trying to shoot him to death like the previous guards.

But in the next moment, his expression froze.

The arrows, enough to tear through the air and penetrate ten layers of iron armor, actually stopped when they approached the side of the slave-like teenager.

"How could this be?"

Shan Gong's mind turned, and he saw a pair of calm and indifferent eyes.

"Come out, all of you."

He heard the teenager say this, and then he found that the many dead soldiers who only listened to his orders were silently walking out obediently!

Then, holding bows, nocking arrows, drawing the bows to their fullest extent, and shooting in succession!

Beng beng beng!

Along with screams, all the men in black were shot dead on the spot, except for Shan Gong, who was stunned in place as if he had lost his mind!

Immediately, in the unbelievable gazes of the old man and the person behind the curtain of the carriage, those archers drawing their bows and nocking arrows.

After shooting all the men in black, they actually put the bows around their necks, pulled them to the fullest, and released them.

Puchi!

Streams of blood shot into the sky, staining a large area of ​​rain red, shocking to the eye.

"You, you..."

Shan Gong was struck by lightning.

Looking at the teenager walking through the wind and rain, he desperately wanted to escape, but he could only watch his own palm rise.

Slowly and heavily, he smashed his head into his chest cavity with just one blow!

"You, are you a groom?"

The old man finally came back to his senses at this time, but he still couldn't remember the teenager's name. He managed a smile and was about to say something when he heard a 'sha' sound in his ear.

Immediately, the scenery in front of him was flying, and in his last remaining light, he saw his upright, headless body.

'My head was cut off by my own flying sword?'

The last thought flashed through, and everything fell into absolute darkness.

"No, no!"

Seeing the old man die, the original owner's obsession seemed to realize something, and suddenly became frantic.

"No, you can't, you can't!"

Whoosh!

Mu Longcheng raised his hand gently, and the hiltless flying sword was already suspended in his palm.

"Can't?"

He looked up at the gradually dissipating dark clouds, shook his hand casually, and the flying sword pierced through the air, piercing through the old woman who had just lifted the curtain of the carriage with a look of astonishment,

And a delicate girl with a face of fear:

"What do your loves and hates have to do with me?"