## I, the Netherworld Emperor, Reborn to Battle the Nine Hells
I am Yin Yi, a consumptive young master from a small town.
Every day, I cough up blood until I can barely tell up from down, and my parents always look at me with pity.
Then one night, as I coughed until I nearly stopped breathing, the instant my soul left my body, a blood-red ocean exploded deep within my sea of consciousness.
“The Nine Hells shall never perish, and the Netherworld Emperor shall endure forever!” An ancient roar made my soul tremble violently.
When I woke, I found myself somehow able to cultivate the family’s “Health-Nurturing Art” without a teacher.
On the night I broke through the first stage, a flash of light blazed in the old steward’s cloudy eyes outside the window. “Master... You have finally awakened?”
My mother had secretly added another ingredient, “Soul-Luring Grass,” to my medicinal soup.
Looking at the blood left in my palm, I gave a silent, cold laugh.
The immortal and demon realms joined forces to kill me back then and still failed. What could this trifling consumption possibly do to me?
