Immortal Emperor

Xuan Tian Empire, Heavenly Silent City. Inside the Ye Clan. A young man dressed in a long, green robe sat on a bed with a trance-like expression. His face, as sharp as a knife, showed a slight paleness, but his deep eyes shone like stars, revealing an unparalleled aura. "Unexpectedly, I, the Immortal Emperor of the Infinite Sword Domain, did not die. My soul awakened in the lower realm, inhabiting the body of a young man," sighed Ye Wuji. Originally an ordinary cultivator in the Immortal Martial Arts Realm, Ye Wuji possessed extraordinary talent. With the guidance of the Infinite Sword Scripture, he achieved the realm of Immortal Emperor in just a hundred years, earning the title of the Infinite Sword Emperor. Becoming an Immortal Emperor, the pinnacle figure in the Immortal Martial Arts Realm, was an extremely challenging feat. Ye Wuji, in addition to his exceptional talent, also held another identity – the Pill Emperor! Combining the paths of martial cultivation and alchemy, he and others achieved the Emperor Realm in both fields within a hundred years, his brilliance overshadowing all the geniuses of his era. Unfortunately, his talent aroused jealousy and fear from many forces. In a joint effort, several contemporary geniuses and their sects attacked him, even his elder brother, Skysoar Immortal Emperor, one of the top ten Immortal Emperors, couldn't save him. "Mo Jiangyu, Liu Yefei, Duan Wuheng, you wanted to seize my Infinite Sword Scripture, plot against me, and even dared to destroy my imperial lineage with the collaboration of three sects. Unfortunately, my destiny refused to end, and I have returned in the end." In his previous life, Ye Wuji was attacked by three terrifying forces, and even his elder brother was entangled by other peak Immortal Emperors. In the end, his imperial lineage was destroyed, and he awaited annihilation. Fortunately, he did not die and was reborn. "In the past life, obtaining the Infinite Sword Scripture was too late. I missed the best time for cultivation. In this life, I will take it step by step and reach the peak." "Hehe, Mo Jiangyu, Liu Yefei, Duan Wuheng, and the powerful sects behind you – the Thousand Sword Divine Sect, Cloud Immortal Palace, and Imperial Immortal Sect. I look forward to meeting you again and witnessing your splendid expressions." A cold smile flashed across Ye Wuji's lips, and a sharp light appeared in his eyes. "And the regrets of the past, I can now make amends." Suddenly, Ye Wuji's gaze softened. In his previous life, with his imperial lineage destroyed and his cultivation plummeting, he faced the prospect of death. Yet, at the edge of the Immortal Martial Arts Realm, he encountered his most beloved person – Zi Qiong. She was a kind-hearted girl untainted by the mortal world, who accompanied him through the last three years of his life. Ye Wuji would never forget how heartbroken Zi Qiong was when he was about to depart. At that moment, he wished so much to live and protect her for a lifetime. Fortunately, fate gave him another chance. He did not die, and in this life, he would hold Zi Qiong's hand and protect her forever. "Zi Qiong, wait for my return." ... "Master, representatives from the City Lord's Mansion have arrived." At this moment, a voice echoed outside, followed by the sound of footsteps and a slightly arrogant voice. "Master Ye, my elder brother and Ouyang Qian from the Ouyang family will be engaged in three days. I've come to deliver the invitation." Inside the room, Ye Wuji got up from the bed. His soul merged with this body, inheriting its memories and even its emotions. In the Xuan Tian Empire, there were two major families in the Heavenly Silent City – the Ye Clan and the Ouyang Clan. The original owner of this body was named Ye Chen, the son of the Ye Clan's patriarch, Ye Feng. Since childhood, Ye Chen had been engaged to Ouyang Qian from the Ouyang Clan, their relationship akin to childhood sweethearts. However, this engagement was more of a wishful thinking on the part of Ye Chen and the Ye Clan. The Ouyang Clan used the engagement as an excuse to constantly demand resources from the Ye Clan, gradually suppressing their strength. Three days ago, Ye Chen went to the Ouyang Clan and was framed for attempting to harm a girl from their family. This led to the furious retaliation of the Ouyang Clan and resulted in Ye Chen being critically injured and on the brink of death. It was then that Ye Wuji's soul attached itself to this body. If it weren't for his father, Ye Feng, rushing to the scene in anger, Ye Chen might not have been able to bring even a corpse back. The Ouyang Clan immediately annulled the engagement and, in collaboration with the City Lord's Mansion, arranged a new engagement. It was evident that the Ouyang Clan and the City Lord's Mansion had long planned against the Ye Clan. "Ouyang Qian, Ye Chen once treated you as a beloved person, yet you sought resources from the Ye Clan and intended to humiliate us through the engagement. Then, you expected the Ye Clan to make a move to suppress us?" A cold smile played on Ye Chen's lips. Though this body belonged to Ye Chen, it was now inhabited by Ye Wuji's soul. He could easily see through the schemes of the Ouyang Clan and the City Lord's Mansion. "Since you've sent the invitation, how could our Ye Clan miss your engagement banquet? This time, with my return, let the rise of the Ye Clan begin." Ye Chen's pale face revealed a touch of indifference, and a chilling light flickered in his eyes as he walked towards the main hall. "Three days later, the Ye Clan will descend upon you," Ye Chen's voice reached the hall before he did. In the hall, a middle-aged man with a starry sword-like gaze and a dignified demeanor immediately stood up. His voice trembled slightly, "Chen'er." The martial artists from the City Lord's Mansion also turned their heads, their gazes restrained. Especially the leader, Liu Kun. Three days ago, he attacked Ye Chen, and that final fatal blow, thanks to him, Ye Chen, a mid-tier martial artist, not only survived but seemed unscathed. How was that possible? "Chen'er, are you alright?" Ye Feng hurriedly stepped forward, carefully examining Ye Chen. For the past three days, he had stayed up all night, using his spiritual energy to nourish Ye Chen. He had almost exhausted all his spiritual energy, but fortunately, Ye Chen finally woke up. "Father, I'm fine." Ye Chen looked at Ye Feng and called him father. Liu Kun stood up and said, "Since the Ye family has accepted the invitation, we will take our leave." "Wait a moment," Ye Chen suddenly spoke. Liu Kun's footsteps hesitated, a cold expression on his lips as he looked at Ye Chen. "What, is there something else?" "It's not a big deal, just that blow from three days ago made me quite uncomfortable. So, I want to return the favor," Ye Chen spoke lightly, taking a step forward. Liu Kun was stunned, as was Ye Feng and the surrounding warriors. Ye Chen, a mid-level martial artist, challenging Liu Kun, who was at the peak? In the martial arts hierarchy, there were three levels: Initial, Mid, and High. Beyond that were Spirit Martial, True Martial, Imperial Martial, Sacred Martial, and Immortal Martial, each with nine realms. Ye Chen, a mid-level martial artist, was clearly no match for Liu Kun, who stood at the peak. "Does the Ye family dare to attack me?" Liu Kun sneered, his gaze turning towards Ye Feng. He didn't take Ye Chen seriously, but the Ye family's patriarch dared to make a move against him? He was the son of City Lord Liu Wanglong, though his royal bloodline was somewhat diluted. "You trash, I alone am enough. There's no need for the Ye family to interfere," Ye Chen scoffed. "What do you call yourself?" "This lord?" "And claiming one person is enough?" "Liu Kun, oh Liu Kun, you're still daydreaming, thinking you're some transcendent being, pushing aside extraordinary figures throughout the ages," Liu Kun burst into laughter. Not to mention one Ye Chen, even ten of him wouldn't be his match. The blow from three days ago had proven that. Calling himself a lord was simply laughable. "Ye Chen, to be honest, disregarding the Ye family, you're not even worth an ant," Liu Kun mocked, "Look at your peers; anyone with a bit of talent has long condensed their spirit energy, stepping into the Spirit Martial Realm. What are you in comparison?" "Martial artist? Spirit Martial? Is that powerful?" Ye Chen was puzzled. There had never been such realms in the Immortal Martial Arts realm. But Liu Kun's aura was even inferior to ordinary individuals in the Immortal Martial Arts realm, indicating that cultivation in this lower plane or the inheritance of their traditions wasn't significant. "Is it powerful?" Liu Kun laughed heartily, "It seems you've picked up a second chance at life, but your brain doesn't seem to function well. Mid-level martial artist, stepping on you is like stepping on ants." "Oh really?" Ye Chen's lips curled upwards, "Then let me give you a chance to step on me. Don't worry; the Ye family won't interfere." "Interesting." Liu Kun waved his sleeve, shaking his head with a scornful smile, "Since you insist on seeking trouble, I'll grant your wish!" Boom! As soon as he spoke, Liu Kun propelled himself forward, both feet leaving the ground. He raised his hand and struck towards Ye Chen. A mid-level martial artist daring to challenge a martial artist at the peak level was simply seeking death.