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Chapter 1 Rebirth

"The way of a university is to be clear and virtuous, to be close to the people, and to stop at perfection. Knowing and stopping will lead to determination..." The sound of reading could be heard from the school hall.

Mingde Academy was the most famous school in Donghai City of Liyang Dynasty. The rich and officials in the city would choose to send their children to study in the school.

Just because the school once trained a champion scholar, he became famous in the East China Sea.

The students were reading Lang Lang Qian Kun along with the Master, when suddenly an unharmonious snoring sound reached the Master's ears.

"Zixuan! Ling Zixuan?" The master blew his beard and stared, shouting loudly to the sleeping boy in the back row.

"Jiang Jingwen, wake him up." The master couldn't wake him up, so Ling Zixuan could only ask the girl next to him to wake him up.

Ling Zixuan, who was wearing a light blue school uniform, was gently pushed awake by Jiang Jingwen.

He suddenly opened his frightened eyes and looked around blankly. There was sweat on his face. It was obvious that he had just had a nightmare.

When everyone saw that he was awake, they ignored him and continued to read with the Master.

At this moment, Ling Zixuan was filled with overwhelming horror, and his face changed drastically.

Just now, he failed to attack the God King Realm in the vast universe. When he was about to die, he was sucked into a space-time rift that suddenly appeared.

Then... came here.

With an incredulous expression on his face, he gently turned his head to regain his chaotic thoughts and wanted to see where he was.

Jiang Jingwen?

When he saw the familiar face next to him, Ling Zixuan shed tears. He stood up slowly and walked to Jiang Jingwen. Facing the surprised girl, he hugged her tightly and said, "Jingwen, you are still alive."

, that’s great! I’m not dreaming!”

Jiang Jingwen's whole body became stiff.

What's going on?

"Crack!"

"Ling Zixuan, get out of here!"

In this way, Ling Zixuan was kicked out of the school by his master and started to stay alone in the courtyard.

Touching the face with lingering fragrance on the right side, he smiled brightly.

It's not a dream, it's not a dream, it's really Jiang Jingwen's fragrance.

What is this...

Ling Zixuan suddenly woke up and looked around. Isn't this Mingde School?

I looked at the clothes I was wearing again, listened to the sound of reading in the school, and glanced at the sundial in the yard, with a confused look on my face. I actually went back to the time when I was sixteen years old.

Ling Zixuan, the eldest young master of the Ling family in Donghai City of Liyang Dynasty, was taken away by a master who was passing by Donghai City when he was thirty years old and taught the supreme cultivation technique.

Due to his natural spiritual body and amazing talent, he actually reached the quasi-divine realm in just 20,000 years. He is known as the Wizard of the Northern Territory and is the most promising genius in the history of the Northern Territory to break through to the God King Realm.

Unfortunately, he ultimately failed in his attempt to attack the realm of the God King.

At the moment of failure, Ling Zixuan discovered that he had grown too fast, causing his foundation to be unstable and full of hidden dangers. And in the inner demon tribulation, he had too many worries and could not understand it.

Unexpectedly, fate brought him back to the Mingde College of Donghai City in Lizhou when he was a boy. This is the rhythm of life!

"Ling Zixuan, you dare to belittle Jiang Jingwen in public, you are going to die!"

While Ling Zixuan was still immersed in his memories, two girls wearing light green skirts and school uniforms walked up to him.

When I looked up, one was Jiang Jingwen, whose face was obviously flushed, and the other was Jiang Jingwen's good sister, Li Zhenzhen, the eldest daughter of the Li family in the east of the city.

"Jingwen, I'm sorry. I was so excited at the moment that I couldn't hold it back." It was okay that Ling Zixuan didn't explain. As soon as he explained, Jiang Jingwen's face turned redder, and she pulled Li Zhenzhen and fled the college.

Ling Zixuan looked at Jiang Jingwen, who was bending her waist and walking slightly, with a smile on her face: "It's great to be young!"

Suddenly he was kicked to the ground.

"You shameless guy, you dare to molest Jingwen openly. I really want to kick you to death."

Before Wang Chujun and Ling Zixuan got up, they knew who they were by the sound of their voices. The little overlord of Donghai City—Wang Chujun, the second son of Donghai City guard Wang Xiaotian.

Ling Zixuan slowly stood up and dusted himself off, ignored Wang Chujun, and left the school directly.

"Hey, this kid doesn't take you, Second Brother Wang, seriously at all."

Lian Haichao, the son of Donghai City Guards General Qian Yao, and Wang Chujun's follower. These two people had been bullying Ling Zixuan in the past. Wang Chujun was also Jiang Jingwen's super suitor, but Jiang Jingwen didn't seem to like him very much.

Ling Zixuan organized his thoughts, and suddenly he became nervous. He slowly called someone's name with his consciousness: "Azi? Azi, are you still there?"

There was no response, and Ling Zixuan's face turned solemn.

He failed to break through to the God King Realm, and immediately sealed his artifact "Qiankun Tower" in the space of consciousness. Could it be that he was reborn, but the Qiankun Tower disappeared? Then wouldn't Ah Zi...

Ling Zixuan became sad when he thought that Ah Zi might be in despair because of him.

Azi was an orphan he took in when he was traveling in the Northern Galaxy. She had practiced with him since she was a child. She was the closest to him among his many disciples.

Even when he broke through to the God King Realm, Azi was always with him in the Qiankun Tower. Unexpectedly...

Ling Zixuan shed tears. He hated himself for being overconfident.

"Master, I'm so weak, it's difficult to even speak..."

"A'Zi!" Ling Zixuan suddenly jumped up, A'Zi is not dead, A'Zi is not dead.

"Azi, please stop talking. You can rest in peace and recuperate." Ling Zixuan felt the spiritual power in his body and found that the skill that was once enough to destroy the world had disappeared without a trace. Now he is a man without spiritual power.

Mortals without supernatural powers and soul power.

"Master, please take care, Ah Zi can't help you, Ah Zi is going to sleep." The weak voice gradually disappeared, and Ah Zi fell into a deep sleep completely.

Ling Zixuan reluctantly accepted the fact, but since God gave me a chance to be reborn, it also allowed me to lay a solid foundation and start over again.

This time, I will definitely practice one step at a time, cultivate each realm to perfection, and once again hit the realm of the God King.

Ling Zixuan suddenly became enlightened and his mood became much clearer.

"Pa!" He was attacked from behind again. Ling Zixuan felt extremely depressed. He, the majestic God King of the Northern Territory and the proud son of heaven, was attacked from behind twice in one day. If his brothers knew about it, don't laugh it off.

Big teeth!

"You brat, why are you wandering around so late at home?" A strange yet familiar voice came to Ling Zixuan's ears.

Ling Zixuan turned around and saw a face that he had missed for a long time. He slowly stepped forward and hugged her. "Mom, I miss you so much!"

"You brat, I haven't seen you for a while, why are you so pretentious?" Mu Wenying pulled her son and walked towards home.

Walking into a familiar house, stepping into a familiar courtyard, seeing every servant and family member, made Ling Zixuan feel more intimate. After all, in these 20,000 years of practice, these relatives have been away from him for too long.

After two hundred years of cultivation, he came back to Lizhou once. When he returned home, everything had changed.

At that time, he was devastated and regretted that he did not provide for his parents until they died. This time when he is reincarnated, he must be filial to them.

When I saw my father, whose temples were turning slightly white, he gave me another bear hug.
Chapter completed!
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