But in other places, He Yaozu has always been helping out. Coupled with his identity as a Martial Artist, he managed to maintain some sort of balance.

They themselves were unaware, He Yaozu did not want his nephew to follow in his footsteps.

So many years.

He constantly wanted to break free from the control of the Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall, but he was already in too deep. He had come to know some unknown secrets, and realized that trouble would eventually come to him, so he never married, which greatly worried He Daniu and his three sisters.

On this day.

He Yaozu was walking on the road home to celebrate his father's birthday.

Nowadays, the house was no longer the wooden cabin of the past. The three-section courtyard made the village farmers quite envious, and He Yaozu had additionally purchased property in the city.

Just as he stepped into the courtyard.

He Yaozu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Dozens of heads rolled all over the ground, like large watermelons sliced open. Once he recognized the faces on those heads, his eyes filled with blood, and he let out a beast-like roar.

Those heads were none other than his sisters, their spouses, and their children.

He Yaozu went mad.

A faint voice arose: "I suggest you calm down."

Senior Brother Li was actually there too.

He Yaozu growled:

"Why?"

He was unwilling and angry, yet dared not act rashly, as Senior Brother Li held He Daniu in his grip. He Daniu's eyes were blank, still not recovered from the calamity.

"Blame only yourself for knowing too much; someone wants your head."

He Yaozu understood they were trying to frame him.

"If you want my life, just take it. Why harm my family!" His eyes seemed ready to shed blood.

Senior Brother Li chuckled softly:

"Who knows if you've ever told others, so sorry about that. We are fellow disciples; don't blame me for not giving you a chance. You can commit suicide, and I'll spare your elderly father, as I said. After all, he doesn't have many good years left; I can take care of him."

Saying this, he tightened his grip on He Daniu's neck. He Daniu shook his head painfully, but his face darkened further, on the verge of death.

He Yaozu was driven to madness with hatred, as if something were breaking out in his mind. Seeing his father's agonized expression, he eventually chose to give up resisting.

"I agree."

The low voice brought tears to He Daniu's eyes. He desperately wished he could now die and not burden his son.

Senior Brother Li laughed heartily, kicking over a sword.

He Yaozu shakily grasped the sword.

Reversed it.

The tip pointed at his heart.

His face was mournful:

"Father, your son is unfilial; maybe I shouldn't have pursued martial arts back then."

He Daniu could only shake his head continuously.

He Yaozu's gaze gradually firmed:

"Keep your word, or I'll haunt you even as a vengeful spirit."

At this moment, all experiences from twenty-five years replayed in his mind, the sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy feelings known only to him.

He closed his eyes and suddenly exerted force.

The long sword was about to pierce his heart.

But suddenly.

Time and space froze, He Yaozu felt something finally break out in his mind. That ray of Spiritual Light cut through the chaos and dispelled all fog, countless sealed memories burst forth like mountains and seas.

He Yaozu stood there stunned.

That Spiritual Light... appeared right after he first traversed to the Martial Realm. It awakened his full-level comprehension.

Now appearing again.

"Martial Realm? Yes, Martial Realm!" He Yaozu's eyes shone brighter and brighter, recalling everything.

Senior Brother Li felt some unease, He Yaozu's state made him inexplicably frightened, he roared:

"He Yaozu, what are you waiting for!"

Yet He Yaozu slowly stood up and looked with complex eyes at everything in front of him, lingering on He Daniu, then examining his own callused hands:

"So... this was the third trial after all..."

He Yaozu, no, Ning Qi finally understood it all.

All memories fully awoke.

The Spiritual Light severed all confusion.

He realized he hadn't reincarnated at all, but had unknowingly entered the third trial of the True Martial Hall.

"This trial tests will."

"So difficult." Ning Qi sighed from the heart.

Senior Brother Li was about to roar in anger, driven to sever He Daniu's arm with a sword to threaten Ning Qi. But to his horror, he found his body completely frozen. Ning Qi's gaze made him feel unfamiliar and even fearful.

Ning Qi glanced indifferently at Senior Brother Li before lightly waving his hand, turning Senior Brother Li into dust without leaving a trace.

He held onto He Daniu, his eyes complex.

Although he knew everything before him was just an illusion for testing, it felt too real. He had enjoyed twenty-five years of unreserved paternal love.

"Child... where is my Yaozu?" He Daniu finally gathered the courage to ask.

Despite Ning Qi's body still being He Yaozu's, his entire demeanor had changed greatly, He Daniu immediately knew this was not his child.

"Yaozu... he is an Immortal reincarnated, now his merits are fulfilled, and he has ascended to the Immortal Realm." Ning Qi whispered.

He Daniu's eyes flashed with remarkable excitement.

"My child has become an Immortal? Good! Good!" He turned red with excitement, clapping his hands and stomping, but soon exhausted, in mere breaths, fell asleep.

Ning Qi gently laid him on the bed, glanced at that familiar face, and whispered:

"Father, goodbye."

With one thought, the surroundings shattered like glass, exploding into countless patterns. Everything began to turn illusory, his heart sighed softly as his gaze finally grew steadfast.

"Break!"

Every bit retreated like tides.

Darkness came again.

When Ning Qi awoke once more, he found himself an infant again.

"Is one cycle of reincarnation not enough?"

This life he was a merchant's son.

The beginning was far better than the previous life.

This time he remained calm, as though observing.

He watched himself marry, have children, indulge wantonly, eventually dying amid children and grandchildren.

He was impassive, as if witnessing another's life, though this experience added much to his understanding.

The scene shattered.

Ning Qi reincarnated again.

…

Again and again.

Ning Qi was born to royalty, competed for the throne; born abandoned, reduced to a beggar, eventually freezing in a ruined temple; also once appeared in Immortal Sect, acclaimed as a prodigy, only to be betrayed by an insider while on an expedition...

Each life followed different paths.

Yet Ning Qi stayed unshakable, impassive.

Aside from some disturbance in the first life, the other lives were akin to a godly viewpoint, coldly observing.

A full nine cycles of reincarnation.

Leaving Ning Qi profoundly enlightened, he realized the third trial tested the mind, tested the will, if weak-willed one would stuck deeply unable to escape.

Fortunately.

He had completely 'extracted' himself.

The ninth life's scene shattered again, Ning Qi expected darkness to come once more, but unexpectedly, the long-lost grand voice finally arose:

"Third trial passed, evaluation... surpassing Class A, unassessable."

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