Still remember the season of biting cold rain, a season that could quickly make people forget their sorrows.

"Is this a sign that winter is approaching?" Juxi walked alone on the street enveloped in pouring rain, feeling disconnected from everything around him.

At this moment, the few pedestrians on the road had become scarce, all hurrying on their way, not daring to linger or pause for a moment.

The sound of the last summer rain hitting the ground became louder, with a lost young man standing alone at the street corner in the pouring rain, even feeling a chilling mix of ice pellets among it all.

"Where is this?" Juxi felt like this place was very familiar, was it his very early self?

Just then, the phone rang at an inappropriate time, and upon checking, it turned out to be a call from his sister, Yukari.

"Hello, sis... Oh... I will be back soon... Yes... I have something to tell you in person when I get back!"

This was the power of youth, perhaps this was the driving force behind his journey so far.

As he faced the high school where he had spent three years studying, looking at the twelve-story teaching building with European architecture, his heart also felt a bit bitter.

"Endure the first half of the semester, and of course, the hard days will come to an end, right?"

Although the high school he attended was not very prestigious, it was a private, closed high school with a history of 150 years. The school dormitories were luxurious, designed for the wealthy and powerful. For someone like Tianhua, a poor boy with no one to care for and no family wealth, how could he enjoy the privilege of living in the luxurious single dormitories at school?

"Alas~!! A boy with no one to love or care for can only stay in a two-story apartment seven streets away from the school gate."

Juxi sighed and lamented about not being lucky from birth, knowing that he might have to endure hardships all his life, but at least heaven had given him a very kind sister.

He also understood the situation; although he did not possess the dazzling appearance to attract attention, he was blessed with a handsome and gentle look. However, girls preferred good-looking guys.

"I must work hard, so that..." he thought to himself, as he nervously took out the ring he bought last month while working, pondering.

For this ring, besides studying physics and chemistry, his top priority was working outside every day. Every time he served dishes for others, there were always some girls looking down on him with disdainful gazes...

Of course, Juxi, being a prince-like character, also attracted a few girls who threw flirtatious glances towards him. However, the result was that they ended up angering their partners, and eventually leaving the restaurant awkwardly.

"Hello, may I ask what service this gentleman and lady need?"

Juxi forced a smile as he welcomed the first guests of the afternoon, accompanied by their girlfriend.

However, this first guest seemed to be dissatisfied, perhaps due to his girlfriend's expression, he was visibly displeased and ordered some expensive dishes.

Just as Juxi was contemplating the tips he received from the man, he counted the cash in his hand with joy.

"Wow! A tip of 13,000 yuan, it looks like I've encountered a big spender."

But it was really frustrating; the man's attitude just now was really bad. Oh well, maybe he was a nouveau riche from somewhere...

"Ah, girls naturally like rich men."

At around 11 pm, Juxi finished his shift at the Western restaurant. After work, he quickly went to the bank to deposit all the money and sent it all back to his grandparents and sister living alone in his hometown.

"Phew, if only I could meet such big spenders every day..." he sighed, as he couldn't help but daydream. Little did he know, at that moment, he had already run to the opposite side of the bank's gate, standing on a main road at the end of a viaduct.

Coincidentally, the street lamps on the side of the road were temporarily out due to maintenance, and the driver's visibility was extremely limited.

Cars were speeding past from left to right, but he was oblivious, until the wind whistled past his face.

"Suicidal, get out of... Ah!"

The screeching sound of brakes rang out, before the driver could say anything, Juxi felt his vision go dark, instantly falling from the bright world into an abyss of no return, everything seemed to lose its color, and he could only watch helplessly as the perpetrator drove away, struggling to shout for help in his last breath.

"Don't leave, don't leave me behind! I can still be saved!"

Unfortunately, his voice died in his throat before he could finish speaking.

"I, Ye Juxi, have never done anything against morality in my life, cared for my parents, respected the elderly, why do I end up in such a situation without theft or gambling?"

The bustling street was covered by a dark sky and a fallen temple, with the ceiling letting in the scattered starlight. Juxi's self-awareness and thoughts were not extinguished, wondering if the gentleman condemned by conscience and rebuked by morals had come back to save him.

"No, in your world's language, you are already a dead man!"

At that moment, a voice from beyond shattered Juxi's little reverie, brutally tearing apart his illusions.

"Well, don't you want to become a great creator, change this world, and usher in a new era?"

The two clashed once again, but this time Yuanhui did not merely rely on brute force, as the two mixed Chi began to stir and integrate into the Mingyan Zhenzong, a faint glow appearing on the sword, like a true sword light.

The Ghost King also realized the sudden change in his opponent's Chi, immediately feeling a sense of crisis, but the hand was already out, unable to retract, forced to push ahead.

"Don't scare yourself, even at the peak of Jiuxin, what strength can you have to compete with me!"

The Ghost King became more and more cautious, as for the first time he faced someone whom he couldn't confront.

"Heh, if you can use this move, even if you win, I'll bow down to you."

Shua! With a swift motion, the Mingyan Zhenzong of Wu Xian showed an astonishing number of hidden runes, resulting in a scream as a white jade hand, along with the Ghost King's arm, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Ahhh!!"

With one arm severed, he was in agonizing pain, drenched in cold sweat. His Ghostly Hand was a high-quality martial skill, able to resist weapons bare-handed and come out unscathed.

At that moment, the bleeding arm made the Ghost King realize something, as he stared at the sword light in the hands of the figure in black, sudden realization hitting him.

"It's you!" The Ghost King's face suddenly contorted, eyes filled with fear.

He remembered some incidents before the establishment of the Desolate Land, having some knowledge of the Dragon Clan.

Wu Xian recognized that the Ghost King had identified him, yet he refused to take off his mask, continuing to sneer.

"The Ghost King's child, we meet again."

Yes, they met again.

"Hmph, last time we met, you massacred over three million people of our Xiao family, I thought you had already been defeated by those from the Fourth Pavilion..."

"Yes, I never expected the Xiao family to have you still alive."

Wu Xian's provocation darkened the Ghost King's face to a new low. He did not expect after that battle for Wu Xian to survive, and that too with his strength still at the level of an Immortal!

Although slightly inferior to Wu Xian, there was no longer the unbridgeable gap as before.

"Wu Xian, you are no longer the Supreme Emperor of the past, now you probably can't even withstand the Ten Strikes of the Martial Emperor!"

"Teacher, don't be deceived, our Wu Clan's old ancestor, Martial Emperor, passed away long ago, he just wanted to stall for time!"

The bleeding arm made the Ghost King turn pale to the extreme.

Although his limitless ability would quickly heal the wounds on his body, the runes of the Mingyan Zhenzong spread on his body like a plague, and the severed arm seemed as if it had been cursed, as if it had been refined!

"Damn it!" The frustrated Ghost King was drenched in sweat.

With no choice, he swallowed a large jar of healing pills and endured the severe pain in his arm, knowing that he was no match for the current Wu Xian. He had to retreat and seek treatment quickly, otherwise, he would either die from this old monster's hands or bleed to death first.

Without Yuanhui saying anything, Wu Xian saw the Ghost King slowly retreating, indicating that he had developed fear. This was a great opportunity to eliminate him, there was no way Wu Xian would let it go!

"Hehe, actually, I don't need to make a move, you will be devoured by the runes of the Mingyan Zhenzong in three minutes."

"... Stop joking!"

Swish! The Ghost King pulled out a black dagger hidden on his thigh, ready to fight for real this time.

"Let me show you the true cultivation of an Intermediate Stage of Wu Ji - Chi Armor!"

The Chi condensed on the blade gave the dagger an unreal feeling, and the runes attached to his body slowly faded away.

But unleashing the Chi Armor had already turned his face pale, knowing he was no match at this moment. This move was clearly for retreat, as he planned to dodge Wu Xian's attacks multiple times and use his mysterious footwork to flee.

"The Ghost King is unexpectedly agile, it seems Master... Aren't you chasing after him?"