When Feng Ziyue woke up, he felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if every bone had been shattered, and his chest was particularly painful.

"Could it be that I'm not dead yet?"

Subconsciously, Feng Ziyue opened his eyes. Although he had been blind for decades, the habit of opening his eyes when waking up remained unchanged. To his surprise, he could actually see something.

"Have my eyes healed?" He was both shocked and delighted. There was also a sense of confusion. He had clearly used the Supreme Induction Chapter of the Strong Luck Too High technique, mobilized sword energy, and perished together with that despicable Guan Zhongliu. So now, where was he?

Feng Ziyue's gaze turned to the furnishings in the room: the gray, dilapidated furniture and bed, a bronze incense burner emitting a faint green smoke on the Eight Immortals table, a delicate and elegant fragrance filling the air.

All of this was incredibly familiar!

"This... where is this?" He sat up abruptly, but immediately groaned in pain due to the intense discomfort in his body.

This was clearly his childhood home!

Feng Ziyue looked puzzled at the markings on the bedside. There were more than ten distinct scars, the times he was bullied by his cousins from the Feng family, which he had sworn to take revenge for and thus engraved here. There were two shiny spots on the wooden pole at the head of the bed, where he used to exercise his weak body as a child. The positions were exactly right.

His skinny arms, pale hands, and the slightly frightened face of a delicate youth in the mirror were unmistakably his face, but much younger than when he died. This was Feng Ziyue at the age of thirteen or fourteen, a teenager who, despite his weakness, was full of dreams and had his most important relatives.

Had his dying wish really come true?

Had he truly been reborn into his youth? Could he really make up for the regrets of his glorious life?

Feng Ziyue's heart filled with joy as he immediately circulated his profound energy, breathed in and out, and, as expected, there was a faint flow of profound energy in his dantian. It was a far cry from the complete lack of sensation he had experienced in the decades after.

"I'm back!" Feng Ziyue stood up straight, tears welling up in his eyes.

Feng Ziyue now had his sight restored, his arms intact, his meridians unobstructed. Despite his frail body and insignificant cultivation, what did it matter? He was still young, with plenty of time to redeem many things, whether it was for himself, his loved ones, or his partner. With the sword in his hand, he would never let any accidents happen again!

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Moreover, Feng Ziyue's mind still held the world's most extraordinary book—the "Supreme Induction Chapter of the Supreme Mystery"! If he were to start practicing it now, his future achievements would undoubtedly surpass the peak realm he had reached in his previous life, and the possibilities were limitless!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst into joyful laughter.

"Little Yue, are you awake?" A gentle female voice came from outside the door. Feng Ziyue was taken aback, then warmth surged in his heart.

How many years had it been since anyone called him that way?

The only person who called him so tenderly was his mother, Chu Hongyu, the eldest young lady of the Feng family in Wuyang City.

His mother's identity was special; she had eloped with his father to the Feng family many years ago and had never been treated kindly by the old patriarch. The old man refused to acknowledge this marriage. As for Feng Ziyue's father, Feng Bufan, he was a martial arts enthusiast who had never understood romantic affairs. Several years ago, he claimed to be going out to explore the essence of martial arts due to disagreements with the family. He had not returned for several years, leaving no trace or communication.

The entire Feng family regarded Chu Hongyu as the cause of the eldest young master's departure from home, and their attitude had become increasingly hostile over the years.

The injuries on Feng Ziyue's body had been caused by his cousins. He had suffered hidden injuries while in his mother's womb and had slow progress in his cultivation during his youth. He was considered a useless waste and had been bullied by them.

However, since he had been reborn here, this period of humiliation from the past would not happen again.

Feng Ziyue clenched his fist, thinking of what Guan Zhongliu had said before he died. He was determined not to be manipulated by these petty people again.

At this moment, Chu Hongyu lifted the curtain and walked in. Seeing his angry expression, she was stunned for a moment before a look of infinite tenderness appeared on her face. She approached and patted his head.

"Little Yue, don't be angry anymore. When you become skilled in martial arts in the future, there will naturally be opportunities to vent..."

Chu Hongyu thought he was still angry about being beaten up, completely unaware of his current thoughts, which had nothing to do with such trivial matters. Feng Ziyue smiled faintly, looking at his mother, whom he hadn't seen in many years, with mixed emotions.

At this moment, Chu Hongyu was still in her thirties, beautiful and charming, and although she was wearing plain clothes, her natural beauty could not be hidden. Feng Ziyue couldn't help but stare.

Chu Hongyu was slightly taken aback by his gaze. "Little Yue, why are you looking at your mother like that? Is there something dirty on my face?"

"No," Feng Ziyue chuckled softly. "I just didn't expect that my mother is so beautiful..."

"Hey!" Chu Hongyu's face blushed slightly as she tapped his head. "You smooth talker, even your mother is the target of your teasing."

Hearing her son praise her beauty, Chu Hongyu couldn't help but feel happy. As Feng Ziyue grew older, his appearance gradually resembled his father, Feng Bufan. Chu Hongyu held her son tightly, feeling comforted in her heart.

"Our little Yue is all grown up and knows how to make your mother happy. Today is your fourteenth birthday. Wang Shu brought a chicken for you in the morning, and I've already stewed it. When your sister comes back tonight, I'll make your favorite chicken noodle soup..."

"What did you say?" Feng Ziyue's face suddenly changed. He pushed himself up from the bed, sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Mother... what did you just say?"

Chu Hongyu was taken aback and quickly supported him. "Little Yue, lie down first. Don't strain your wounds. I said Wang Shu brought a chicken in the morning..."

"No!" Feng Ziyue shook his head desperately, his back soaked with cold sweat. "What did you say about today being my fourteenth birthday?"

"Yes, today is the sixth day of the sixth month, your birthday, and because you lack the Earth element in your Five Elements, your father gave you the name 'Ziyue'..."

"What time is it now?"

"Right now?" Chu Hongyu didn't understand why her son suddenly looked so nervous. "It's just past noon..."

Feng Ziyue turned around abruptly and rushed out of the room, ignoring the intense pain all over his body. He sprinted like a madman in the direction of the southwest forest.

Chu Hongyu was shocked and shouted from behind, "Yue, where are you going?"

"Mother, I have urgent matters to attend to. Don't worry, I'll be back soon!" Feng Ziyue shouted in a panic, not caring about his injuries, and ran into the dense woods to the southwest.

Feng Ziyue had a younger sister named Xue'er.

She was cute and lovely, five years younger than Feng Ziyue, and was only nine years old this year.

But... Feng Ziyue's fourteenth birthday was her death date!

Just before dinner, someone found her body in the forest. So that night, Feng Ziyue didn't get to eat the chicken noodle soup his mother had cooked for him with her own hands. Throughout his life, he never celebrated his birthday again.

Now, it was still before noon. Had that incident happened or not?