Gu Zhaoxi had died again.

Different from the past, this death was not only for Eternal Sect, but also fulfilled Jun Changxiao, allowing him to instantly step from Seventh Turn to the peak.

That’s right!

Another three-level jump.

When Yao Mengying broke through, at least it was fierce due to her body constitution fusion, at least there was a tiny bit of scientific basis. In contrast, this guy was completely insanely cheating.

Sigh.

Won’t talk about it anymore.

After all, with Gu Zhaoxi’s death, he felt bad too.

Li Qingyang and others began to take action, first considering where to set up the memorial hall.

“Senior Brother.”

Liu Wanshi said chokingly: “Let’s choose Spirit Beast Hall.”

“I think that works.”

“No objections!”

And so, the Purple Qilin Demon King sat huffily in a distant stone pavilion, watching with his own eyes as they removed the character for “Beast” from Spirit Beast Hall, instantly transforming a perfectly good hall into a memorial hall.

Because Gu Zhaoxi had died too miserably, not even leaving behind a corpse, the disciples could only place the clothes he’d worn in the coffin.

“Swish!”

“Swish!”

True Person Tonggu and True Person Qiye descended, bowing toward the memorial hall with solemn expressions: “Young Friend Gu, rest in peace!”

Various independent cultivators and martial artists also flew over one after another, silently offering condolences in their hearts with admiration.

The powerhouses of the ten great Immortal Sects came too.

At this moment, the conflicts between them and Eternal Sect were temporarily set aside with Gu Zhaoxi’s death.

Whether the body constitution inheritor could become a calamity in the future was unknown, but the current fact was that Eternal Sect’s people had completely annihilated the invaders, achieving great merit for the Upper Realm.

A hero.

Deserved respect, deserved memorial!

“Everyone.”

Outside the hall, the disconsolate Jun Changxiao raised his head: “Don’t you plan to offer some funeral money?”

“…”

Everyone’s mouths twitched.

“Offer!”

The Lingtian Immortal Sect powerhouse said: “We must offer funeral money!”

Having said this, to show respect for Gu Zhaoxi, he directly produced ten thousand True Stones!

The Immortal Sect bigwig had offered funeral money, so martial artists from other sects could only follow suit. After some calculation, they obtained five million Profound Stones and two hundred thousand True Stones.

“Everyone.”

Jun Changxiao said: “My sect elder died for the world—before long we’ll hold a grand funeral. I hope more people will come to attend.”

The System said speechlessly: “He’s squeezing out Gu Zhaoxi’s last bit of value even after death!”

“Sect Master Jun can rest assured.”

The Lingtian Immortal Sect powerhouse said: “This old man has already transmitted to Boundary Hall that on the day of burial, we’ll definitely have all major sects come to pay their respects.”

Jun Changxiao looked up at the firmament, thinking: “Little brother, big brother will hold a grand funeral for you, making everyone remember it in their hearts. You just peacefully reincarnate.”

…

“Waaah!”

In a remote small mountain village, an infant’s cry broke the tranquility.

“It’s born!”

“I’m a father! I’m a father!”

A middle-aged man with patches on his clothes walked back and forth excitedly at the hall entrance, his emotions so out of control that his left foot tripped his right foot and he fell down.

At this time, the midwife walked out from the room, holding a swaddled infant in her arms, smiling: “It’s a son.”

“Hahaha!”

The middle-aged man stood up, hands on hips, laughing loudly: “My old Gu family has descendants! My old Gu family has descendants!”

“Waaah!”

“Waaah!”

The infant in the swaddling clothes cried loudly, roaring in his heart: “The rebirth posture was wrong—I reincarnated into a poor family!”

A newborn infant actually had extremely clear independent thinking—this was truly…

That’s right.

He was the just-deceased Gu Zhaoxi.

The Soul Bomb’s power no longer needed excessive description. Even possessing the Spirit of Reincarnation, he’d die extremely thoroughly without any possibility of luckily surviving, so… he’d reincarnated again.

Different from Ye Xingchen’s kind of soul possession, every time Gu Zhaoxi died, he had to go through reincarnation. If he had good luck, he’d be reborn into a wealthy family; if he had bad luck, he’d be reborn into an ordinary family.

Very unfortunately.

This reincarnation was a bit shabby—he’d been reborn into a poor family.

“Forget it, forget it.”

Gu Zhaoxi thought: “The environment’s quality doesn’t matter. In over ten years, I’ll be a good man again.”

Wait.

How did I die in my last life? Why can’t I remember?

Gu Zhaoxi remembered his name and also remembered many things, but had forgotten the critical memories.

Very normal.

This was a revival aftereffect.

To cure it, he just needed to encounter Jun Changxiao again and get beaten up by Er Ya from the Tianyuan Soul-Suppressing Tower—he’d definitely immediately recover his memories, his legs wouldn’t hurt, his waist wouldn’t ache, and he could ascend to heaven in one breath.

“Gu Lang.”

In the bedroom, the weak woman said: “Have you thought of a name?”

“I’ve thought of it.”

The middle-aged man surnamed Gu smiled: “Let’s call him Gu Gouwaa!”

“Waaah!”

Gu Zhaoxi started crying.

Although it was an instinctive reaction from hunger, the name “Gouwaa” sounded like it could rival “Gou Sheng.”

Wait!

Who is Gou Sheng?

“Waa waa!”

Gu Zhaoxi couldn’t remember, so he could only cry even harder.

…

Night.

The memorial hall was brightly lit.

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao sat down carrying two jars of wine, gently patting open the mud seal, looking toward the coffin placed in front: “Little brother, if you haven’t crossed the Bridge of Helplessness yet, haven’t drunk Meng Po’s soup, big brother will drink with you.”

“Glug glug!”

The Drunken Life, Dreaming Death was originally extremely delicious, but entering from his mouth and going down his throat it was exceptionally spicy, exceptionally bitter.

Drinking wine depends on mood.

In a good mood, when wine meets a kindred spirit, a thousand cups are too few.

In a bad mood, one mouthful down the throat tastes like horse urine.

Because of his own reasons, he’d implicated Gu Zhaoxi’s death. Jun Changxiao’s mood could be imagined, so after just one drink, he felt drunk, and that heartache grew even stronger.

“Little brother.”

“Big brother is too selfish.”

Jun Changxiao said while continuing to drink.

Wine flowed down his cheeks—who knew if it had tears mixed in.

“Stop drinking.”

Hua Meigui walked in from outside, pressing down the wine jar he was about to raise: “If you keep drinking you’ll get drunk.”

“I want to get drunk.”

Jun Changxiao pushed her hand away: “I want to wake up with nothing having happened.”

Hua Meigui said: “You’re running away.”

“A brother has died twice, both because of me…” Jun Changxiao pointed at his own chest: “Do you know how much my heart hurts?”

Hua Meigui took the wine jar away: “Not giving it!”

“You…”

Jun Changxiao stood up, anger flashing in his eyes.

The next second, alcohol hit his head and he immediately went limp like mud in Hua Meigui’s arms.

This angle was found very cunningly—if one didn’t understand Gou Sheng’s character, they’d somewhat suspect it was intentional!

Hua Meigui helped him wipe away the wine stains on his cheeks, murmuring: “What should happen will happen regardless. Even if you let your brother come again, he’d still choose to sacrifice himself to fulfill you.”

…

Small mountain village.

The third day after Gu Zhaoxi’s birth, he was held in his mother’s arms.

“Wife.”

His father slung a somewhat rusty axe over his back, smiling: “I’m going up the mountain to hunt some game to nourish you.”

“…”

Gu Zhaoxi thought: “My dad won’t die at the hands of wild beasts, will he?”

Losing one’s father in childhood, losing one’s mother in childhood, or even both parents dying—having been reborn N times, he’d experienced these too many times.

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

Suddenly, a massive vortex appeared in the firmament, and warships emerged one after another.

“Hmm?”

Because he happened to be looking at the firmament, Gu Zhaoxi immediately saw it, thinking: “These strange warships, why do they feel so familiar?”

“All living beings of this realm, listen well.”

A loud voice came from the main warship: “We give you three days to hand over all resources…”

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

Suddenly, several streams of light flashed across the firmament. When everything calmed down, the several warships standing proudly like mountains in the sky immediately showed cracks, then were directly severed at the waist.

Gu Zhaoxi’s small eyes went wide.

Because within his field of vision, his father alone held a wood-chopping axe, standing in midair, saying coldly: “Don’t wake my son.”

…

Hello everyone.

My name is Gu Zhaoxi.

Although I’ve been reborn many times, only this time am I most flustered.

Because what appeared to be my very doting yet honest and poor father turned out to be… a powerhouse amazing to the heavens!

Reincarnation is a technical skill—this time I reincarnated right!