Chapter 12: The System Has Been Reborn

Reincarnation and rebirth.
The hatred of losing one’s wife.
This cannot be blamed on me; between us, it’s a matter of life and death.
[This system, out of responsibility to its host, solemnly reminds you: because you and the mighty being before you share the grudge of losing a wife, even if you kneel and beg for forgiveness, he will not let you off. So run as far as you can.]
[Furthermore, regarding your persistent self-destructive behavior, I no longer know what to say. Take care of yourself. Perhaps it’s time for this system to consider finding a new host.]

At this moment,
A sudden thought appeared in Chu Feng’s mind.
Perhaps this system isn’t crazy, but has been reborn.
Whether it was Shen Qianxue, Lu Linglong, or now Zhao Yan, all of them are figures a thousand years in the future.
Shen Qianxue, a millennium later, has reached the Divine Transformation stage.
Lu Linglong, a millennium later, attained Ascension.
Zhao Yan, a millennium later, achieved Integration.

As for Shen Qianxue,
Zhao Yan didn’t truly care for her as much as it seemed.
He was a Heavenly Lord, at the Tribulation Crossing stage.
This was the pinnacle of the Tianyuan World, the very top of the pyramid.
Unless an Emperor appeared, who could rival him?
The first time Zhao Yan saw Shen Qianxue, he discovered she possessed the innate Beauty Saint Physique—a sacred talent stronger than his own royal bloodline and physique.
Such a gifted woman had to be his wife.
Others believed he was bewitched by Shen Qianxue,
But they didn’t know everything was part of his plan.
Had it not been for his age, they would have married long ago; now, with his maturity and his journey to the Xuanyuan Dao Sect, he finally had the notion—and necessity—of marriage.
With his talents on display, he thought Shen Qianxue, whose Beauty Saint Physique had yet to awaken, would obediently marry him.
He never expected that instead of a wedding, he would receive a rejection.

Confronted by Zhao Yan’s questioning,
Shen Qianxue responded calmly, “Yes, I am here to break off our engagement.”
Zhao Yan was instantly enraged.
He sneered, “Shen Qianxue, are you sure you want to break off the engagement with me?”
Liu Dong, growing impatient, snorted, “Kid, is your ear stuffed with donkey hair? Didn’t you hear? Lady Qianxue is here to break the engagement—why the fuss?”
“And understand this: this notification is a courtesy to you. Accept it, or things will get ugly.”

“Let me be clear: wiping out your Zhao family would be as easy as crushing an ant. Got it?”
Daring to compete with a Celestial Lord for a woman—
This boy must be out of his mind.
Looking for death.
Liu Dong showed Zhao Yan no respect.
Zhao Yan trembled with anger, “So, Lady Qianxue, it turns out you, Shen Qianxue, have climbed the social ladder. Are you relying on your looks and innate... to marry some old, immortal figure?”
“That’s why you dare to break the engagement.”
“Indeed.”
Shen Qianxue’s face was sweet, “Now I hope you can let go.”
As expected,
Though Zhao Yan had his suspicions, hearing Shen Qianxue confirm it changed his expression instantly.
He should have realized it sooner.
If he could see Shen Qianxue’s extraordinary nature, so could others.
He truly hated himself.
He shouldn’t have listened to his father and let her join the Dao Sect; he should have married her sooner. Most crucially, his strength was lacking.
If he had power, no one could have taken Shen Qianxue away.
No one would have dared.
The Beauty Saint Physique—
With luck, she could become a Heavenly Lord.
She would have been his greatest ally in the future.
And now, she was gone.
Zhao Yan’s eyes reddened, his voice hoarse, “Shen Qianxue, even if you’re following some grand figure from the Taixuan Dao Sect, what is their cultivation? Foundation Establishment? Golden Core? At most, a Nascent Soul ancestor, right? So what? Their power will likely remain stagnant for life.”
“As for me, though I’ve just entered the cultivation world and my abilities are low, I can confidently tell you: in the future, not just Golden Core or Nascent Soul—even Divine Transformation and Integration—will be like ants to me. You will regret today’s decision.”
“Remember this: thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, don’t underestimate a poor youth.”
“Thirty years—give me thirty years, and I will make you regret it, Shen Qianxue.”
“The stage is set at last.”
Hidden in the shadows, Chu Feng was thrilled.
Hahaha.
Isn’t this the most classic “broken engagement” plot of a fantasy novel?
She comes to break the engagement, then he utters fierce words.
Finally, a three-year challenge is set, revenge promised—although he gave himself thirty years, which makes sense. Even a reincarnated Heavenly Lord couldn’t reach Golden Core in three years, let alone Nascent Soul.

Thirty years to reach Golden Core—what does that take?
Reincarnation as a Heavenly Lord?
Such confidence.
Moreover, Chu Feng suddenly realized that as Zhao Yan declared those words, his luck value surged from five hundred thousand to a million.
[Beep beep beep, this system again reminds you: the Child of Fate, Zhao Yan, has reached peak anger, opened his life’s chapter, and his luck has soared to one million. If, thirty years later, he avenges himself, his luck will evolve into Destiny’s Child.]
[If the host kills the Child of Fate, only luck value is gained—but if you kill Destiny’s Child, you gain destiny value, which increases your talent and cultivation, plus immense rewards. So, this system suggests the host wait until he becomes Destiny’s Child before killing him for greater benefit.]
“Bah.”
Chu Feng had no patience for this wretched system.
Let the rumors swirl.
Now it dared to plot against him.
The Child of Fate can’t be killed casually.
Destiny’s Child can only be suppressed, his luck seized, and then killed.
Do you know how those major villains die?
It’s indecision that destroys them.
If you wait until he becomes Destiny’s Child and let him find an opportunity, it’ll be your own death.
Do I, Chu Feng, look like a fool?
At this moment, Liu Dong mocked, “Kid, your abilities are poor but your mouth is big. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, thirty years—you think you’ll achieve anything? If you make it to Foundation Establishment, that’ll be impressive, let alone revenge.”
Zhao Yan responded confidently, “Thirty years—what no one else can do, I, Zhao Yan, will accomplish. I swear, in thirty years, I will reach the Golden Core stage.”
“Hahaha.”
Liu Dong ridiculed, “Thirty years—who do you think you are? A reincarnated Heavenly Lord or Emperor?
Even the Heavenly Lord or Emperor couldn’t do it. Do you know our Taixuan Dao Sect’s record for the fastest Golden Core breakthrough?
Ninety-eight years, over eighty years of cultivation.”
“And you? Who are you?”
Liu Dong had no idea that his casual mockery would come true.
Zhao Yan truly was a reincarnated Heavenly Lord.
Moreover, from an era of great contention—an ancient Heavenly Lord.
Zhao Yan smiled.
Because he really was a reincarnated Heavenly Lord.