Another Series, decided to drop Surviving: The Change (Already have a VR like novel no need for another one...). Thus i'm writing this one as well which will be a wuxia type of novel. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter One

Boom!

A thick piece of wood hit a young boy. The boy couldn’t be any older than four, but he had bruises all over his body. Blood was leaking from his mouth, and nose. His clothing could be considered normal around these parts. However they were completely ruined. Blood stains were on it, it had holes in it, and there were even some oddly colored wet marks on them as well.

He had short wavy white hair with streaks of black in it. His skin was deathly pale, and he was short for his age. He was wearing some worn out overalls over a holy tan shirt. When the thick piece of wood hit his head, he instantly went down.

“That should teach you, you fucking monster!” A young voice called out.

“Yeah, you should go die!” Another one added on.

The young boy forced his head up. His vision was blurry, but his deep blue eyes could make out what was in front of him. There were two males who were only two years older than him. One boy had jet black hair and black eyes while the other one had shoulder length brown hair and black eyes.

The young boy gritted his teeth as he slowly stood up. He staggered for a moment, but he kept his balance.

‘Monster’ was the term used to describe him. A beast, a demon that everyone feared and wanted to kill. No one wanted to have anything to do with that sort of being. Why? Why did it have to be him? He did nothing to these people, but they treated him like an outcast.

‘How did this happen?’ He thought to himself.

He wasn’t a ‘Monster’ at all. He was a human being just like the two in front of him. The only difference between him and them was the color of their hair. Everyone in the village treats him horribly. Some call him names, while others throw things at him. Some people are worse than others, and some days are better than others.

Being beaten behind this abandoned house wasn’t anything new to him. Ever since he turned three, has he endured this kind of treatment. The kids would try to kill him whenever they could. The parents would talk about him in front or behind his back.

He only had one parent, one person who loved him. His grandfather, but even he sometimes looked at him differently. Was he really a ‘Monster’ that they made him out to be? Should he really go die like they told him?

A tear strolled down his face. He was conflicted. The emotions in him were stirring around and around, but he couldn’t control them.

“Is the baby crying!? Want your mother!? Oh, I forgot she left you because she couldn’t bear to look at a Monster!” The black haired boy told him.

The brown haired boy put his hand in his pocket. His clothing was no different than the young boys, only it wasn’t tattered. Out came a rock the size of a grown mans fist. He threw it in the air a few times while he grinned.

“Damn monster, just die already!!” He yelled as he threw the rock at the young boy.

The young boys feet was froze. It was as if he couldn’t move his body at all. When he tried he just felt pain surging through his body instead. It was too painful for him to move, but he had to. However no matter how much he struggled, the pain was just too great to bear.

Boom!

The rock hit the young boy straight in the head. His head flew back along with his body as he collapsed on the ground. His body twitched three times before it finally stopped moving. Blood leaked out of his head while the two boys looked at him.

Both of them had their mouths wide open. They couldn’t believe their eyes. Did he really die? If he did die, then what would happen to them? Would they get into trouble? Both of the boys looked at each other and gulped.

“His fault! Yeah, it’s his fault!” The brown haired boy slowly said. He was pushing all the blame on the young boy. It was his fault that it had come to this. It was his fault for not dodging the rock. If he did, then he wouldn’t be dead.

“W-we should leave! If anyone finds out… we’ll be goners…” The black haired boy cried out. His body was trembling in fear as he imagined the things that would happen to him.

He thought of all the adults in the village treating him like a murder. Thinking of what would happen when he got home and his parents found out. Why? Why did he have to go die when he started bullying him?

Both boys turned tail and ran away leaving the young boys corpse. It was a silent promise, but it is something they would keep for the rest of their lives. They would never tell what happened here today. If anyone happened to find his body, they would pretend like they knew nothing about it.

The young boys head was completely blank. There was no light only complete darkness. He felt like something was trying to suck him in, but he didn’t want to go. Would he die? Is this his fate?

No! He didn’t actually want to die. He still had to see his grandfather one more time. He still needed to live his life. He is so young, so why should he die.

The suction slowly died down and the young boy calmed down. Slowly his mind started shaking. He couldn’t see what was going on because it was completely dark, but something was shaking.

Boom!

A small white light came through. It was like a hole was made in the darkness letting the light shine. Through the hole floated out a small blue ball.

The boy tried to touch it, but he didn’t have any hands. This was inside his mind so he didn’t actually have a form. He could only continue watching what was happening to him.

The small blue ball flew high until it stopped. Spinning. The blue ball started spinning around and around. Each rotation faster than the last. It produced a golden light around it as it flew towards the young boy.

He couldn’t catch it, nor touch it. He couldn’t even stop it from approaching him. He wasn’t real, so he could only watch what was happening. As the small blue ball came closer, the young boy felt like he was being ripped apart.

He couldn’t let out a sound, nor could he cry for help. None of this was real, but it felt real. Is this what the afterlife is like?

Boom!

The small blue ball felt like it hit him in the head. His mind shook once again as it was overtaken by a white light.

“Ugh.” He groaned.

The young boy who was lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes. He was laying in a pool of blood. He shook his head slowly as he got up.

Looking down at his body, he noticed something strange. ‘Wierd. I’m sure I only get these back when I am seven.’ He told himself.

Something was different about this young boy. He didn’t seem like the same young boy who was getting beaten up a moment ago. His eyes seemed to be filled with life. Those deep blue eyes of his stared at his surroundings.

A small house with a ton of holes in it. There was a boulder sized hole where he was staring. You could even look into the house, but it was clearly empty.

‘I see…’ He muttered to himself.

‘Everything has happened earlier than expected, but even better!’ He muttered to himself.

Memories. What are they? It is something you remember for a long time and can always recall. Some memories fade while new ones are made. During reincarnation, your memories are kept hidden away. A few lucky souls will remember one of their past lives, while most remember nothing.

Lucky is what you should call the young boy. That is what he was, because he could remember all of his memories. He didn’t know everything or everyone in the world. He didn’t understand high grade techniques. He only recalled a few things he did in his past lives.

A farmer in a few. A merchant in a couple. A lost soul on the path to Immortality. Each an every path he took lead him to his death. However every time he was reincarnated, at the age of seven he remembered something. He remembered the life he had before.

This strange phenomenon shouldn’t have occurred, and yet it did. In one of his lives, he recalled a story. It stated no soul could survive under one thousand reincarnations. The heavens wouldn’t allow it. When you die for the thousandth time, your soul disappears.

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Was it real or is it fake? If it was real, then he shouldn’t be alive now. He has already lived one thousand lives already. This time would make it one thousand and one. He didn’t know if this was true of false because he couldn’t compare himself to others.

In each and every life he had, only two things stayed constant. One, he was always a male in his new life. Two, the world he lived in was always ruled by those who cultivated.

This life, would it be the same?

The young boy knew who he was, and knew he was getting bullied. He understood that the reason for this was because of his hair color, but he couldn’t change that. It was the color it was because of his parents. It was because of his genes that his hair was this color. He couldn’t do anything to change it even if he wanted to.

The young boy thought about going home to his grandfather, but decided not to yet. First thing he should do is check out his dantian and meridians. Now that he gained his memories early, he can cultivate from an earlier age. He may not be able to compete with those from wealthy clans, nor those genius’. However he would still be above average if he started now.

His bleeding stopped when he woke up, and it was still sunny out. He didn’t know how long he was out for, but it couldn’t have been long. If he disappeared for a few days, what would happen to those two?

‘No, i’ll have my revenge later.’ He told himself.

Now was not the time to get those two in trouble. If he just disappeared, they would get off with a light punishment. However if he gained strength then he could punish them more than their parents would. No matter what, those who have bullied him will get their punishment tenfold.

He took a deep breath as he sat down cross legged. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift away. One minute passed, but nothing happened. Ten minutes past, and nothing happened. Thirty minutes past and nothing happened.

He opened his eyes and sighed. The Qi in this world is rich and thick, but he couldn’t obtain any of it. In all of his lifetime's, his meridians never had any problems. However this time they did. They were broken. He would be considered a cripple if he was in a clan. He would be lower than trash.

Those tales of people restoring their meridians or finding some mysterious treasure to help them out was a lie. In all of his lifetimes, he has never heard or found any himself. Their wasn’t any genius suddenly appearing out of nowhere. Stories are only that. Stories. He shouldn’t believe in them, because they would not help him out.

His path to gaining strength was cut off from him. Is this because his soul didn’t disappear like it was suppose to? Maybe the heavens really was against him and wanted him to continue dying.

His revenge on those people who bullied him will have to wait. He couldn’t gain strength from cultivation, so he could only do it the hard way. By training hard.

He gritted his teeth with anger. He has to return to his house and he knows that he will have to pass those who bullied him. The bullying, would it continue? What could he do when he is only four years old? How can he fight back against those six and eight year old kids in the village?

He sighed as he took his step forward. He came from behind the abandoned house with his bloody tattered clothing. Even the back of his head was dyed red.

The village had around one hundred small houses. This village wasn’t big at all, and there were around two or three new houses built a year. The ground in front of him was pure dirt, not one piece of grass could be found.

When he came from behind the abandoned house, some of the villagers looked at him. None of them pitied his look, some even smirked. They all knew what happened to him, but they didn’t care. They continued their work without even paying him any attention.

Some of the older females were whispering to each other while glaring at him. He shot them a murderous look, but they coldly snorted at him.

‘Fuck all of you!’ He yelled to himself.

These damn people in this village didn’t care for him at all, so why should he care for them. They turn a blind eye in his time of need! ‘Wait until I grow up!’ He told himself.

Tomorrow morning he would begin his training. He would train his body until it broke down, then he would build it back up again. No matter the pain, he would endure it. Until the day he had the strength to punish all of these villagers.

Slowly he made his way to his house. There was nothing different about it than the rest of the houses in the village. His grandfather stayed here, and some of the villagers pitied him.

He was raising a ‘Monster’ when he didn’t have to. He could have left the little thing die for all they cared. He was too old to be taking care of someone else’s brat. The young boy recalled what some of the villagers said. They told the old man to take the young boy out the village and toss him in the river. Let the river take him where it takes him while he lives the rest of his life in peace.

The young boy was grateful that his grandfather didn’t listen to those nasty villagers and continued to raise him. Sure his grandfather would look at him differently sometimes, but it was much better than what those villagers did to him.

He opened the door and found an elderly man with grey hair sitting down in a chair. You could clearly make out every wrinkle in his face, even his back was bent forward. He was old, his time was soon running out.

The young boy noticed that the elderly man had a letter in his hands. He must have heard the young boy come in and he hurriedly hid it behind him. The elderly man smiled, “Ye Long welcome home.”

He tried to smile, but he felt a slight pain in his heart. He knew that the young boy was getting bullied, but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He was too old and not in his prime anymore. When the bullying first started, he asked the adults to keep their children under control. It’s already been a year, but it continues to get worse. Ye Long didn’t say anything about it, so the old man didn’t bring it up.

Ye Long came and sat down in a seat across from the old man. “Grandfather, what are you reading?” He asked.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” His grandfather questioned.

Ye Long pointed behind his grandfather. “That letter you were reading. What was it?”

“You are mistaken boy, I wasn’t reading anything. You must have taken one too many hits and are seeing things.” He replied.

“Ok, if you say so.” He sighed. His grandfather was clearly hiding the letter from him, but he didn’t pry any further. “Grandfather, i’m thinking of starting training tomorrow…” Ye Long said.

His grandfather was surprised and a faint smile appeared on his face. “That’s my boy! You’ll show them whose boy when you're older!” He told Ye Long giving him some confidence.

“Right, i’m going to go to your study. I need to look at some material for later.” Ye Long told his grandfather as he got up from his seat and went out of the room.

“O-ok…” His grandfather said.

‘Weird. What has gotten into that boy?’ The elderly man thought to himself. He has never known Ye Long to like reading. He didn’t even know if the boy could read! After today he came home and wanted to train. Not only that, he was going to read! This was a miracle from the gods.

If Ye Long read those books in his study them maybe he could learn a thing or two. Not to mention to amount of people in this village who can read and write were quite few. Even if Ye Long would be treated as an outcast, anyone with knowledge can go anywhere.

Now that Ye Long is going to train, the burden on the elderly man is greatly reduced. As long as he becomes strong, then he doesn’t need to worry about being bullied. The elderly man reached behind him and pulled out the letter.

‘Mr. Mu Wei,

I have estimated that you only have around one year left to live. It may be more if you don’t continue being under constant stress, but not guaranteed. I strongly urge you to live the rest of your life in peace.’

The elderly man sighed to himself. One year. In one year, what could he do? He has to find living arrangements for Ye Long once he’s gone and needs to find a way to feed him. How will Ye Long live if he isn’t around anymore?

The elderly man knows that once he is gone, the villagers will surely toss Ye Long out of the village to fend for himself. He sighed to himself. He could only hope for a miracle to happen.

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