Cultivation Story: Reincarnation Online

"You have three breaths to leave," Han Feng said, his voice echoing with a weight that shouldn't belong to a boy. "One for your life. One for your soul. And one for the mercy I no longer possess."

"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. Cultivation Story: Reincarnation

Within an hour, a faint thread of qi, pure and white as starlight, began to circulate. It didn't just fill his dantian; it reforged his bone marrow. A kick shattered his door. "You have three breaths to leave," Han Feng

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. And one for the mercy I no longer possess

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.

The thug laughed, lunging forward with a heavy fist. Han Feng’s hand moved like a blur, not striking, but merely tapping the man’s wrist. CRACK.

"Too fast," he whispered, coughing up golden ichor. "I ran too fast and left my heart behind."