The heavy rainfall on the wooden thatched houses created a melancholic rhythmic pattern. The atmosphere within the Lin tribe was not in the best state, especially with the death of one of their elderly elders in a three-year war with the Eastern Yang tribe.

Inside one of the war-torn buildings, half of the building had collapsed. The sun shone on several people inside the hut, and the group consisted of four people, one of whom was completely unconscious. He was sweating profusely from all over, and he seemed to be suffering from extremely bad nightmares.

But these dreams or nightmares did not last long, as the young man opened his eyes in surprise. The young man was very thin, and his face resembled his body, and he did not have much fat. His blue eyes added innocence to his simple and naive face.

When the young man opened his eyes, the girl jumped quickly and approached the young man who had just woken up. As the girl approached a few steps, the young man pulled out a short sword from his belt, and with a quick jump, he placed the short sword on the girl's neck. The sword was so sharp that a slight touch was enough to make blood drip from the girl's neck.

The girl became confused and scared at the same time, trembling as she spoke, "Oh, older brother, it's me, Li Yang."

The young man did not react to the girl's words; he was lost in thought. He was thinking deeply while the short sword was still on the girl's neck. "I have returned. Yes, I have returned 500 years back in time, hahaha. I remember this place very well, the remnants of the war." Yang Shi began to look at the people around him, especially the person who was placing the sharp blade on her neck. He began to recall some of his memories; these people were his comrades from 500 years ago, and he remembered them.

He lowered his sword slowly and began to observe his surroundings.

The girl asked in a stern and cold voice, "Where are we?"

Trembling, the girl spoke, unable to fully comprehend the situation. "Brother, did you hit your head? Don't you remember? We were on our way to retreat."

Staring at Yang Qi with a strange look, as if he was saying the dumbest thing in the world, the girl asked, "What time is it?"

"What time is it, big brother?" The girl responded anxiously.

Yang Qi lowered the short sword from the young girl's neck. He was no longer interested in her at the moment. His current goal was to remember the most important things in this moment. After all, he was just a human and wouldn't be able to remember everything that happened in a whole period without forgetting something.

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The first thing he ordered the girl to do was to tell him everything about their situation and current location. The girl was not disobedient, other than the questioning and surprised look on her face, she responded slowly and as accurately as possible.

One of the five members of the group spoke up, "It seems that the big brother has lost part of his memory."

"Yes, I noticed that," another member whispered.

Words were whispered here and there, but Yang Qi paid no attention to them and continued his questioning of the young girl.

"The war is over and now we are returning to the clan's territory," he said.

Yang Qi remembered these events well. This was the beginning of his family's downfall after the death of his father, the clan's eldest sheikh

He began to remember more. The war started due to border and territory disputes between the Lien and Yang tribes, but quickly turned into a bloody conflict that lasted for three years, leaving hundreds dead and wounded behind.

However, the biggest victim was the Yang clan, which lost many of its high-ranking members in the tribe, ultimately weakening its power and conceding many of its assets to the Lien tribe, thus losing much of their authority.

"You're Yang Chi, right?"

"Yes, elder brother."

"Let's move."

Yang Chi opened the door and stepped out of the ruined building. The weather was cold and cloudy. He froze for a moment and looked around. The area they were in that night was completely devastated, even the trees had been shattered and scattered on the ground.

The remnants of the war were clearly visible, and all signs of life had disappeared.

But Yang Chi wanted to move forward, not live in the past. He started walking towards the tribe's location.

Yang Chi walked down the road quickly, trying hard to regain his memory and understand things better. He noticed his cultivation and training level and sighed inwardly when he realized how weak he had been. He felt frustrated and bewildered by this reality, wondering why his father hadn't trained him better. Yang Chi knew his father was the eldest and most powerful of the clan, but he didn't care about him as much as he deserved

However, there was something else weighing on Yang Qi's mind, and that was the doubt surrounding his inheritance. After his father's death, many believed he had received his special legacy. However, Yang Qi knew the truth, that he had received nothing in his previous life.

Of course, he wouldn't simply tell them this. Even if he did, they wouldn't care and could easily kill him. Excluding his soul and answering truthfully would be the best way to dispel the doubt. This was the harsh world of farmers, and Yang Qi knew this better than anyone else.

Yang Qi remembered his past. Immediately after his return, schemes began to emerge aimed at bringing him down, such as lowering his social status, reducing the agricultural resources he needed, or even making desperate attempts to paralyze him. After all, he was just a low-level farmer who had started farming only two years ago.

He could be easily replaced

This reality not only increased his frustration, but also heightened his desire to gain power as soon as possible.

Yang Qi knew well that he couldn't remember this period well, even with his strong memory, so he needed to review a lot of things before returning to the clan. The first thing he needed to focus on was his position within the clan. He was just a child who started farming two years ago. If it weren't for the war that threatened the foundations of the clan, someone like him wouldn't have needed to enter the war. He would be attending the clan academy now to establish his foundation within the world of agriculture.

And now, after his father's death, he lost his position and was even in danger of being targeted within the clan. Frankly, Yang Qi felt unjustly treated from the beginning. He couldn't even take a breath in the past after an elder kidnapped him and fled from the clan, attempting to remove his soul. If it weren't for the clan's fear of losing the inheritance, they would have lost the game a long time ago. Yang Qi was just a pawn ready to be slaughtered at any moment for many years. Of course, he was determined to change this now.

Alan had a winning card, and that was himself