I, Zhuge Liang, This Is My Ninth Rebirth!

"Boyue! How long was I unconscious? Has that old scoundrel Sima led his army here to attack? Quickly, call Wenchang over. This time, I'll fight Sima to the death again! Boyue? Boyue!"

Zhuge Liang called out for a long while, only to realize that no one answered.

He got to his feet and felt full of energy, no longer in the frail, dying state he'd been in before.

He looked around. There was no desolate, chilly tent, nor any cold autumn wind.

It was as if he were dreaming. The last thing he remembered was the biting wind at Wuzhang Plains, but the next moment he had appeared here.

Everything before him felt so familiar, yet so strange.

"Have I been reborn again?"

Zhuge Liang froze. He stared blankly at everything before him, momentarily lost in thought.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.