Also known as "Unstained"
The copy is as follows:
The Floating Realm Competition, which is held once a century, has attracted much attention as a grand event to select young talents from the Immortal Sect. The top spot in the competition will be recorded on the Ancient Artifact Floating Life List, and have a chance to obtain the protection of heaven.
Whose family will the flowers fall on? The monks who had the opportunity to watch the announcement made speculations.
"I guess it's Mr. Xu from Kunyue Palace."
"He's good, but he's still not good enough here. I'll bet a marrow-cleansing pill on Xuanhemen Du Yuan."
"Then I'll bet two water-bending charms on Fairy Shunian of Shuanghua Tiangong."
"There's nothing to argue about. I heard that Cangyun Sect's disciples are also participating this year."
"Ah? Who? It can't be Tan Xu..."
"It's really him... Then I withdraw what I just said..."
"I also withdraw..."
The floating list shines brightly, and the words on it flicker and change.
The topic ended urgently and everyone watched with bated breath.
I saw two words slowly appearing above it.
"Feng, Yu."
Everyone in the Immortal Sect: If not my brother, who are you? ? ? ? ? ? Coming up and taking first place? ? ? ? ?
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If other people's lives are ordinary, then Feng Yu feels that his own life is at least hell.
Abandoned by parents, withdrawn, congenitally deficient, meridians destroyed...
All in all, in one word, miserable.
The only thing that can be considered good luck is that he was picked up by an immortal when he was six years old.
Since then, I have embarked on the path of no return of practicing, practicing and practicing again.
Feng Yu: It's just practice, is everything okay...
It's okay! ! ! ! How can he practice with this kind of start! ! !
Feng Yu started his spiritual journey in a daze, and finally became famous in all three worlds when he was nineteen years old.
Until…………
Die once.
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Nothing could be seen in the boundless sea of blood, even the pain was far away.
It seemed like someone was calling him, but he couldn't hear clearly from a distance.
That man's name was on his lips, and his heart hurt as if it was torn apart, but he was clearly not even afraid of death.
Maybe his unwillingness played a role, or maybe God really blessed him.
When he opened his eyes again, Feng Yu was reborn.
Reborn a hundred years later.
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"Xiaoyu, do you have any regrets?"
"Brother,"
"I have no regrets."
Whether it's the previous life or this life.
He has no regrets.
Feng Yu was never a rock, someone gave him a heart.
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"We look at people like grass and trees, but when I see him, I have an ordinary mind."
[Tips before visiting]
1. Cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Actually complaining about the yakuza and being attacked by × poisonous tongue, arrogant and proud of heaven. If this character design feels strange, it must be my problem.
2. Flashbacks and interludes, many memories, the main subject
3. He, after being reborn, the attack will be a little slower, don't worry, don't worry.
4. This is my first time writing a novel. I wrote whatever I dreamed of. The plot line is confusing. Sorry for the inconvenience. Comments are welcome and we will try our best to improve it.
Intention: Those who do will always succeed, those who do will always arrive