Feng Ziyue ran as if possessed, his original wounds burst open, his shoulders smeared with fresh blood. Yet, he didn't care in the slightest. Desperately biting his lip, his mouth filled with the strong taste of iron.

Unexpectedly, just after being reborn, he encountered a life-and-death crisis!

He couldn't let Xue'er be in danger again!

He ran desperately, his mind filled with images of Xue'er. Technically, he hadn't seen his little sister for over thirty years, yet there wasn't a hint of fading memory. He could never forget the terrified, shocked look in her eyes when she died. It haunted him in countless nightmares, waking him up to remind him that even an invincible Sword God had an irreparable past.

But now, perhaps he could change this horrific history!

"Big brother... big brother..." Xue'er was like a little shadow, always following behind Feng Ziyue since childhood, drooling and mumbling 'big brother', playing the role of a little tail. They ate, played, and slept together. When Feng Ziyue was bullied, she was the first one to stand in front of him.

Xue'er's apple-like rosy and adorable face was, aside from their mother's gentle smile, Feng Ziyue's most cherished memory.

He couldn't allow it to be destroyed again!

Xue'er's body was cold and stiff when he found her, with no visible wounds, yet she was cold to the touch, her skin displaying a crystalline jade color. It seemed like she had been poisoned by something strange, but even decades later, Feng Ziyue didn't know her real cause of death.

He once suspected that their mother might know something, but since Xue'er's death, she had been depressed, locking herself in the house and rarely speaking to him. Not long after, he left the Feng family. By the time he returned, fully mastered in swordsmanship, he could no longer find any useful clues.

The day Xue'er was killed was supposed to be a day of private school lessons at the Feng family, but Xue'er sneaked out in the afternoon and disappeared. None of the classmates in the private school saw her, and her body was only discovered at dusk.

Now it was almost the hour of the sheep, she must have already slipped out from the private school. Feng Ziyue didn't know where to find her. The only thing he could do was to wait for her in that forest earlier.

He hoped it wasn't too late!

If he could save Xue'er, it meant that everything he knew from his previous life could change. This rebirth would then have meaning.

As he rounded a corner on the forest path, Feng Ziyue suddenly halted, his eyes nearly splitting with fury.

A pink piece of clothing was hanging in the thorn bush, fluttering in the wind.

"Xue'er!"

Feng Ziyue roared, recognizing the piece of cloth which he had kept for over thirty years in his previous life. From here, it was only a ten-step distance to the place where Xue'er's body was found last time.

No! Please no!

Feng Ziyue's teeth chattered uncontrollably. Since mastering his swordsmanship, nothing had frightened him this much. He feared seeing the gruesome scene again after passing the bushes ahead.

Rebirth wasn't meant for experiencing the same pain again!

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"Let me go!"

At this moment, he heard Xue'er's angry shout. At that moment, Feng Ziyue felt like he had received divine instruction. If there were gods in the sky, he wished he could kneel down and worship them.

But the subsequent sound of clothes being torn filled him with both fear and anger. He roared and darted forward.

The two men holding Xue'er didn't expect someone to be in the woods and were startled, releasing their grip and stepping back a few paces.

"Big brother!" Xue'er, with her keen eyes, recognized Feng Ziyue at once. She ran towards him with swift steps, throwing herself into her brother's embrace. Feng Ziyue caught her, his eyes flaming with anger as he glared at the two men.

"So it was you!"

Feng Ziyue felt his blood boiling with anger. He, of course, recognized these two; they were brothers from a branch of the Feng family, notorious for bullying them since childhood. The most wicked of them all. He never imagined that they were the cause of Xue'er's predicament!

After Feng Ziyue left the Feng family that day, he lost track of these two insignificant individuals. In his last life, they escaped death, a thought that gnawed at him fiercely.

"My sister is only nine years old, and you dared to commit such atrocities! Feng Ziji, Feng Zixiang, prepare to meet your end!"

His eyes turned blood-red, clearly unable to contain his fury any longer.

"Take it easy! Slow down!" Feng Ziji was the older of the two, a bit more timid. Seeing the person in front of them infuriated to such an extent, he retreated another two steps, frightened. "We just brought little sister Xue'er to play, we haven't used any lethal techniques, don't spout nonsense!"

His younger brother, Feng Zixiang, however, was brash and fearless. He took a step forward, saying, "Brother, why are you scared of him? This guy is just a show-off with no real skills, his cultivation level is only at the basic Xuan Qi second layer. I could beat him down with just one hand. Watch me teach him a lesson and wipe that arrogant look off his face!"

With a sinister smile, he drew a shimmering dagger from his waist, shaking it provocatively at Feng Zi Yue, "You useless piece of trash, come at me if you dare! What can you do if I stab you, huh? Ha! Even if my brother and I had our way with your sister, what could you possibly do? Speaking of which, although your sister is young, she does have some charm, she must have inherited it from your seductress of a mother!"

According to the rules of the Feng family, those under fifteen were not permitted to carry swords. When these children fought, they never used weapons; at most, they used rocks and wooden sticks.

At this moment, when Feng Zixiang pulled out his weapon, spewing vulgarities and obscenities, he fully believed that Feng Zi Yue would definitely retreat in fear, allowing him to humiliate him further. However, to his surprise, Feng Zi Yue remained defiant and fearless. Fueled by rage, he even managed to laugh, coldly lifting his hand to break off a slender branch from a tree beside him.

"Beasts!"

"You may hurt and humiliate me, and I might let it pass. But if you so much as harm a single hair on my sister's head, I will make you pay with your lives!"

Feng Zi Yue's voice was extremely cold. At this moment, his eyes were still blood-red. Gently holding the tree branch, he shielded Xue'er behind him.

This body was frail to the point of being intolerable. It was even more damaged now, and his Xuan Qi foundation cultivation was merely at the meager second layer. The harmony between the sword and the body had not undergone the thousands of hardships and refinements from his previous life. The strength that Feng Zi Yue could exert now was probably less than one-thousandth of what it had been at its peak.

But even being a thousandth, he was still the Sword God with one-thousandth of his power!

In his hands, the branch seemed to have acquired a life of its own, functioning as his sword. Within the radius enveloped by his sword, it was his kingdom.

Had the person facing Feng Zi Yue been a discerning expert, witnessing the transformation of the frail branch in his hands, they would have definitely hesitated to act rashly.

Sadly, Feng Zi Ji and Feng Zi Xiang were merely collateral descendants of the Feng family, fundamentally nothing more than waste, only capable of bullying the weak. What sort of insight could they possibly have?

The younger brother wielded his dagger while the elder brother, previously a bit timid, now grew bolder. Seeing Feng Zi Yue refusing to back down, they became enraged. The two shouted grotesquely, rushing towards Feng Zi Yue.

"Snap! Snap!"

Only two soft sounds were heard before Feng Zi Yue grunted, his legs giving way as he slowly sat down on the ground. The branch in his hand had broken, but before it snapped, the tip had elegantly swept across the vital points of the two.

Blood sprayed everywhere!

Even though it was just a fragile branch, in his hands, it became like a sharp sword, easily slicing through the brothers' throats as though slaughtering two frail chicks.

With a clang, the dagger fell to the ground. Feng Zi Xiang stumbled backward a few steps, his eyes bulging out, unable to believe the sight of his brother collapsing in a pool of blood. Holding his throat, blood gushed between his fingers like a fountain, impossible to stop.

He tried to say something but couldn't utter a single word.

Feng Zi Xiang never imagined that in just a single move, he and his brother would have their throats slit by this cousin whom they had always looked down upon, a cousin who had only reached the second layer of Xuan Qi cultivation even after four years of practice.

And all of this done with a brittle, easily snapped dry branch!

The person he had never regarded seriously had transformed into a god of death!

Has the world gone mad?

"You... you..."

Feng Zi Xiang looked at Feng Zi Yue in terror. Faced with death, he involuntarily wet his pants, leaving a large wet stain that emitted a foul smell. Soon after, he fell to the ground, dead.

Xue'er shrieked and hid behind Feng Zi Yue. She squatted down, gripping the hem of his clothing tightly, her eyes tightly shut, afraid to look again.

Feng Zi Yue took a deep breath, discarding the broken branch from his hand. His face was pale as he turned to embrace Xue'er, comforting her softly.

At that moment, another person emerged from the thicket. Seeing the bodies, he was startled. Feng Zi Yue recognized him. It was the physician the Feng family had employed in recent years. The physician had always been kind to them, and it was unexpected to see him passing by the woods at this time.

The physician approached and checked the pulses of the two brothers, shaking his head in disappointment. He looked up at Feng Zi Yue, his face showing extreme shock.

"What... what happened here?"

Feng Zi Yue patted Xue'er's back, nodding calmly, "Doctor Qin, yes, I have killed them."