The newborn Gu Gouwa would never forget the scene of his father wielding a firewood-splitting axe and instantly chopping down several enormous warships!

What came next, equally unforgettable, was his mother flying up while holding him, kicking his father away with one foot, and scolding: “Can’t you be a little gentler? Look, you woke our son!”

Well then.

My mother isn’t an ordinary person either!

“Wife.”

Father Gu landed on the ground and said nervously: “You absolutely mustn’t use martial arts during your postpartum recovery period, or you might develop chronic ailments!”

“If I get sick, you’ll treat me.”

Mother Gu rolled her eyes, then drifted down gracefully, gently patting the son in her arms, her face showing a kind smile.

“This kind of postpartum illness is the trickiest to deal with. Although I have miraculous healing medical skills, I might not be able to cure it well.” Father Gu said with a worried expression.

What now?

This old man of mine also understands medical arts?

In the days that followed, Gu Zhaoxi learned from the couple’s conversations that his father’s name was Gu Tianxing, whose martial arts and medical skills were unfathomably deep, earning him the nickname “Gu the Twin Master.”

His mother was even more formidable, known by the nickname “Flying Spirit Fairy.”

As for how strong they actually were, Gu Zhaoxi didn’t know, only that his father was completely dominated by her management.

This couple of considerable strength, having grown weary of affairs in the martial world, had secluded themselves in this remote small mountain village and dedicated themselves to continuing the family line.

Ordinary people had no problems with reproduction, but for martial artists of higher realms and ages, it became extremely difficult, because they could easily live for thousands or tens of thousands of years—if they had a child every two or three years, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Therefore.

The Heavenly Dao laws intervened.

You could pursue the ultimate martial path, but you had to lose something in exchange, and that something was the ability to continue the family line.

In short.

The higher one’s realm, the greater the risk of having no descendants.

Why did Taixuan Elder and Tonggu Zhenren remain single? Because if dating and marrying wasn’t for continuing the family line, what was the point?

Fortunately, Father Gu was skilled in medical arts. Through unremitting effort, he finally had a son in his old age, continuing the Gu family bloodline.

The couple had hoped for and anticipated their son like wishing upon stars and the moon. They naturally treated him like a precious treasure, pampering him beyond measure.

“Son.”

One day, Father Gu brought over a bowl of warm milk and said: “This is milk from a Nine Dragon Flood Dragon. Father searched for half a day to find it. You must drink it all.”

“Gulp, gulp!”

Although Gu Gouwa had only been born a few days ago, he was exceptionally sensible and drank it all in big gulps. Limited by his inability to speak, he probably would have said with lingering satisfaction: “Another bowl!”

That same evening.

He developed a high fever, his temperature reaching over forty degrees.

Mother Gu immediately became anxious, directly grabbing a stick and giving Father Gu a severe beating while roaring: “Was what you gave our son this afternoon poison?!”

“Wife, don’t panic!”

Father Gu knelt on the ground and said earnestly: “The Nine Dragon Flood Dragon’s milk has marrow-cleansing and bone-transforming effects. Right now, it’s improving Gouwa’s constitution!”

“Giggle giggle giggle!”

Just then, Gu Zhaoxi burst out laughing.

Indeed, the young meridians and flesh inside his body were gradually being elevated by the high fever. The sensation felt like being completely reborn, making him involuntarily beam with joy.

“Our son laughed!”

Father Gu and Mother Gu leaned in close, their faces full of happiness.

In the days that followed, Gouwa’s father was frequently subjected to domestic violence from his mother, the reason being… amusing their son.

A few more days passed.

Father Gu brought back many medicinal materials from the mountain.

“Dear husband, what are you preparing so many medicinal materials for?”

“To make a medicinal bath for our son, to temper his physical body starting from infancy.”

Thus, Gu Zhaoxi, who had just been born six or seven days ago, after his marrow-cleansing and bone-transformation, began tempering his physical body. His martial path starting speed was the fastest of all his reincarnations, and he would even drool happily while sleeping soundly.

With such a father, how could he worry about not becoming strong in the future!

But through later interactions, he realized a problem—this reincarnation didn’t seem to be in the Upper Realm, but rather in another world.

That’s odd!

Every rebirth had precisely landed him in the Upper Realm. Why had the location changed this time?

Gu Zhaoxi didn’t think too much about it. After all, he had been born into a good family, his parents loved him dearly, and his future was definitely boundless.

However, every night he would ponder: Who is Gou Sheng? Why does this name keep inexplicably coming to mind?

……

Wangu Sect.

On the seventh day after Gu Zhaoxi left, a grand funeral was held.

With the Ten Great Immortal Sects as representatives, powerhouses from all sides stood before the tomb with sorrowful emotions, heads bowed. The tombstone was inscribed with “Tomb of Wangu Sect Elder Gu Zhaoxi,” with a photograph taken by Li Shangtian hanging above it.

This burial attracted many martial artists paying their respects, bringing over ten million Profound Stones in income to Wangu Sect.

After the funeral ended, the various forces departed.

Jun Changxiao sat before the tombstone, setting out a bowl and filling it with wine, talking to himself: “Little brother, you died for the people of the world this time. This can be considered an act of immeasurable merit. In your next life, you’ll definitely be reborn into a good family.”

Why say this?

Because when drinking with Gu Zhaoxi, they had discussed his reincarnation cycles, and how he had never encountered a good family in any of his rebirths.

As sworn brothers of life and death, Jun Changxiao naturally hoped his little brother could meet good parents in this reincarnation.

……

“Creak!”

The next day, Jun Changxiao pushed open the door and walked out energetically, then took a deep breath of fresh air.

Gu Zhaoxi’s death had made him feel guilty for a long time.

But since he was alive, he couldn’t remain immersed in sorrow forever, but rather had to look toward the future.

On the martial arts field.

Dynamic music played.

Jun Changxiao held a microphone, sometimes shaking his head and swaying, sometimes leaning toward the camera, crouching down and making gestures with both hands, performing an impromptu rap.

Under his guidance, the disciples did their morning exercises while foaming at the mouth, their faces completely devoid of sorrow.

The System complained: “Before the seventh day memorial and after it—these are two completely different scenes!”

“Hahaha!”

“Hahahaha!”

After the morning exercises ended, Jun Changxiao’s unrestrained wild laughter came from the great hall.

Having emerged from sorrow, he looked inward at his body’s energy. Upon sensing his peak Core Spinning Realm cultivation, his emotions finally couldn’t be controlled.

The increase in realm was only secondary. The most satisfying part was that Epic Quest Five, due to its 600% completion rate, actually directly rewarded one thousand million contribution points!

Awesome!

So awesome!

The quest rewards were also incredibly generous.

In short, due to the 600% completion rate this time, the benefits obtained were absolutely the most among all epic quests.

“Wait?”

“Why is there 2000 reputation points?”

Jun Changxiao pulled open the System interface and discovered that the reputation points, which should have been zero, showed 2000 points.

The System said: “Gu Zhaoxi destroyed the invading warships and was remembered by the world, so Wangu Sect received corresponding reputation points!”

“I see.”

Jun Changxiao’s expression immediately became serious, thinking inwardly: “Little brother, you died gloriously, you died a worthy death!”

How to spend the ten million contribution points rewarded by the quest?

Very simple.

Upgrade the Disciple Shop.

Jun Changxiao had this idea long ago, but unfortunately, his three values had been cleared before, then continuously used afterward, making it difficult to accumulate enough contribution points.

“Swoosh!”

He pulled open the interface, preparing to upgrade the Disciple Shop.

“Sect Master.”

From outside, Xiao Zuiji called: “A junior brother discovered an intact fighter jet in the mountains!”