The Blood of Youth: Return to Dust, a Reborn Madman Who Won't Be a Simp

Consciousness drifted amid endless darkness and blood-red shadows.

Ye Yun, or perhaps Ye Dingzhi, felt weightless, like a withered leaf torn from its branch. His final sensations were the cold touch at his neck, warm blood, and Baili Dongjun’s heart-wrenching, alcohol-laced cries.

“Brother Yun!”

He wanted one last look at that face, always bright with an openhearted smile. But his vision dissolved into a blur of trembling light and shadow, swiftly swallowed by darkness surging in like a tide.

It was all wrong. Every bit of it.

The thought burst through his fading consciousness like a poison-tipped icicle. From the moment he stood in Yi Wenjun’s courtyard and first laid eyes on that fleeting figure, letting an unthinkable obsession take root, his life had run wild. No, it had been like a mad horse set ablaze and charging straight for a cliff, galloping onward until it plunged into an abyss of no return. He had dragged the generations of loyal Ye family soldiers down with him, betrayed his master Yusheng Mo, who had treated him like a son and ultimately spent his life for him, and brought ruin upon the countless followers in Tianwaitian who had trusted him. Worst of all, he had left the one person who had truly cared for him, stayed by his side without fail, and always called him “Brother Yun”, his foolish friend Baili Dongjun, so badly wounded that even his final tears and cries carried the stench of his own blood.

If only there could be another life... If only!

He would trade everything for the chance to choose again. He would not be the scion of a military family in the Beili Dynasty, nor a vengeful ghost, nor the young master of Tianwaitian whose reason had been consumed by obsession and the Empty Thought Art.