The Cicada Reborn

On the mountain peak, surrounded by the righteous path on all sides, he self-destructed. The moment the crimson true essence exploded, he saw with his own eyes his arm bones shatter into dust—then, he opened his eyes. Outside the bamboo tower was the night rain of five hundred years ago, the calluses on his palms were gone, the pain was gone, leaving only the heartbeat of a fifteen-year-old youth. His name is Yan Wujiu. The "Yan Wujiu" in this body was a Grade C waste that everyone in the clan could bully, used as a pawn by his uncle, and regarded as a joke by the whole clan. But the real Yan Wujiu was the one who climbed from Grade C all the way to the pinnacle of the Gu Dao, and then died at the very peak. He had no golden finger, only one thing heavier than any Gu worm—**five hundred years of memory**. Which dry well buried the Gu treasure of predecessors, which drainage ditch led to unspeakable secrets, which person smilingly handed him tea with a knife hidden in it—he could count them all with his eyes closed. In this life, he will not endure anymore. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Cicada Reborn — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠