Story: Reincarnation | Cultivation

The thug screamed as his own momentum shattered his arm. But the scream was cut short. Han Feng stood, his aura suddenly expanding like a waking dragon. The air in the small shack grew cold.

He was sixteen again. This was the Han family estate in the backwater town of Qinghe, moments before the tragedy that had fueled his original rise. Cultivation Story: Reincarnation

"Hey, trash! Your father owes the Hall three hundred spirit stones," a burly man sneered, stepping into the room. It was the same thug who, in the original timeline, had broken Han Feng’s ribs and dragged Ling’er away. Han Feng didn't stand up. He didn't even open his eyes. The thug screamed as his own momentum shattered his arm

He walked out into the sunlight. He was weak, his base was shallow, and he was surrounded by enemies. But he had a thousand years of combat experience and a soul forged in the fires of the apocalypse. The air in the small shack grew cold