Yan Xiao “Miss Nalan, for the sake of your grandfather, I give you one piece of advice.” “Thirty years East of the River, thirty years West of the River; never bully a youth just because he is poor!” Inside the discussion hall of the Xiao Clan, one of the three major families in Wu Tan City, the youth’s cold and resolute words echoed.
Everyone’s gaze fell upon that thin figure.
For a moment, their eyes grew dazed, and their hearts could not help but sigh with emotion.
Practicing Qi at age four, possessing ninth-stage Dou Zhi Qi at ten, successfully condensing a Dou Qi Cyclone at eleven, and leaping to become the youngest Dou Zhe in the Xiao Clan’s last hundred years at age twelve—these were the genius achievements this youth had created in the past.
However, at his moment of greatest pride, heaven dealt him a crushing blow.
His cultivation mysteriously began to regress, eventually stagnating at the third stage of Dou Zhi Qi.
He degenerated into a useless “trash” subjected to the cold stares of others, a state that had persisted for nearly three years.
Today, this youth had suffered the humiliation of his fiancée coming to his door to annul their marriage, prompting such a furious roar.
“Good!
‘Never bully a youth just because he is poor’—as expected, my cousin Xiao Yan is extraordinary.” At the head of the hall, a middle-aged man with fierce, tiger-like eyes was just about to speak, but a young man sitting in the front row on the side of the hall was faster.
The young man was tall and slender, wearing a sophisticated yet casual black robe.
With a high bridge to his nose, thin lips lightly pursed, and handsome features, he looked just like those “high-dimensional” heartthrobs who could peer into the storylines of this world through web novels.
The moment he stood up, he became the center of attention.
Young girls in the room cast admiring glances toward him.
Among them, a girl in a purple dress who had been looking down at a book slowly raised her head; a golden flicker of flame seemed to flash within her beautiful eyes.
Her temperament was ethereal—pure, elegant, and untainted by the mundane world—causing the young men present to steal glances at her.
“Cousin!” Meeting the young man’s concerned gaze, Xiao Yan, who had been suppressing his emotions, felt his eyes redden.
When he was still a genius, he was surrounded by praise and flattery, and his personality had inevitably become arrogant.
But when he became a “useless person,” others gradually distanced themselves.
Some, out of jealousy for the resources and status he once held, even turned around to mock and ridicule him.
Only his father and mother, his eldest brother Xiao Ding, his second brother Xiao Li, and this cousin Chu Xiao—born to his paternal aunt—had never changed their attitude toward him.
This allowed him to see clearly who truly cared for him.
“Brother Yan, I believe in you.” Chu Xiao placed a hand on Xiao Yan’s shoulder, his eyes filled with encouragement, trust, and a hint of nostalgia.
“Three years from now, when you go to the Misty Cloud Sect to challenge her, you will definitely win.” A roar from Xiao Yan within the Xiao Clan; only today do I know who I truly am!
Chu Xiao truly hadn’t expected this.
One second, he was lying in bed with an Xiao Yixian life-sized figure in his left arm and a Medusa figure in his right, admiring the figures of Xun’er, Yan Lingji, Yun Yun, Feng Qing’er, and Shao Siming posed against the wall.
The next second, he felt the earth shake, losing consciousness before he could even react.
When he woke up, he was already in the Xiao Clan of the Dou Qi Continent, witnessing the start of the legendary life of the future Flame Emperor, Xiao Yan.
However, he knew he hadn’t just “transmigrated” now.
He had been born into this world, and his memories prior to age three had only just resurfaced.
In the year he turned three, the Xiao Clan—then in the Capital—suffered an invasion by powerful enemies.
His parents died in battle protecting his pregnant aunt—Xiao Yan’s mother.
At the time, he was filled with rage, but being so young, he could do nothing but stare deathly at the enemy’s face to remember it.
Perhaps his hatred was too intense, for the enemy discovered his hiding spot and ruthlessly attacked to pull the weeds out by the roots.
To protect him, his aunt fought desperately against the assassin.
She eventually forced the killer away, but the strain caused her to go into labor a month early, giving birth to Xiao Yan.
After that day, the trauma likely suppressed his memories, which only recovered just now upon hearing that famous line: “Never bully a youth just because he is poor.” This Xiao Yan isn’t the one from my memory, but he still seems to be the “trash-tier” protagonist, the Child of Fortune?
Looking at Xiao Yan’s youthful face, a complex emotion rose in Chu Xiao’s heart.
Reviewing the memories of the past eighteen years, he realized that Xiao Yan had not shown the maturity of an adult since childhood, nor did he seem to have received a modern education like himself.
He was a genuine native.
It was likely the “Butterfly Effect” he caused; his aunt gave birth early, and at that time, the soul of his “fellow countryman” Xiao Yan from Earth had not arrived.
I wonder if that fellow countryman was reincarnated as someone else in the Xiao Clan, or if he’s somewhere else on the Dou Qi Continent.
“A-choo!” In a mysterious space, a young man with Dou Qi wings on his back was about to pass through a spatial portal when he suddenly sneezed.
Though he was only a minor Dou Huang, his strength wasn’t weak among the younger generation of his clan.
Could he actually catch a cold?
It couldn’t be that someone was talking about him from across worlds, right?
“Oh no.” the youth rubbed his nose, his Soul Power keenly sensing a spatial fluctuation.
His expression changed.
In the next moment, a lively voice rang in his ear: “Yan Xiao, I found you!” Yan Xiao: “…” What bad luck.
He just wanted to leave the Yan Realm to see the customs of the Central Plains; why wasn’t he allowed?
“Until you become a Dou Zong before age twenty, you are forbidden from leaving the Yan Realm.
If you want to go out and play, then practice hard!” A veiled woman with a curvaceous figure appeared beside the youth, stepping through the void, and pinched his ear.
“Ow, ow, ow!
Sister, I was wrong, let go!” The handsome youth immediately begged for mercy.
But the girl didn’t let go, fueling his indignation.
“Hiss…
Huo Zhi, don’t push me!” “I am pushing you.
Tell me, what can you possibly do to me, you little Dou Huang?” The veiled woman’s eyes were full of mirth.
“I’ll go find myself a brother-in-law, believe it or not!” Yan Xiao blustered stubbornly.
I’ll make you suffer the pains of childbirth, hmph!
Huo Zhi: “…” You’re the one who should be called ‘Zhi’—as in ‘childish.’ Stupid little brother, I clearly didn’t hit you enough when you were little.
Back at the Xiao Clan, Chu Xiao knew nothing of this.
He was certain his cousin Xiao Yan wasn’t his “fellow countryman,” but he suspected he was still the Child of Fortune.
Despite being born premature, his talent was still high, his innate Soul Power was strong, and he had regressed into a “useless” state—it was obvious he was destined to encounter Yao Chen, the Yao Venerate.
And today, he had encountered the marriage annulment.
The destruction of the Hall of Souls was “destined” the moment Xiao Yan’s marriage was called off.
So, should he just find a place to lie down and wait for Little Yan to become an Emperor so he could tag along to the Great Thousand World?
Upon recovering his past-life memories, Chu Xiao’s first thought was to “slack off” and be carried to victory.
His mental state was very “beautiful.” All of this takes a long time to describe, but it happened in the blink of an eye.
“What right do you have to lecture me?” Suddenly rebuked, Nalan Yanran glared at Xiao Yan.
She had been pampered by her parents since childhood.
As she grew, countless men fawned over her.
After being taken as a disciple by Yun Yun, the Sect Leader of the Misty Cloud Sect, she was surrounded by sycophants.
Her spoiled temper could not handle being lectured by a peer.
“Even if your talent was once higher than mine, right now you are just a piece of trash who cannot cultivate.
Yet, I have been favored and taken as a disciple by a Dou Huang expert.
You and I are from two different worlds.
We don’t have to mention the annulment today, but three years from now, I hope you come to the Misty Cloud Sect as agreed.
Don’t be a coward.” After venting in one breath, Nalan Yanran still felt it wasn’t enough.
She turned to Chu Xiao and tilted her chin up.
“And you, talking nonsense.
Xiao Yan was at least a genius I couldn’t compare to once; why are you blindly supporting him?” The young man beside her, wearing a Five-Star Dou Zhe badge, took a step forward.
His sharp gaze exerted a sense of pressure.
“Is that so?” Chu Xiao rubbed the bridge of his nose and began to circulate the Dou Qi within his body.
In the next moment, a layer of purple-black Dou Qi Gauze appeared on the surface of his body.
Everyone: !!!