Liu Wuxie woke up to pain, with several pieces of broken wood pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

Then, a jumble of chaotic memories flooded his mind.

He was originally one of the Ten Great Immortal Emperors of the Lingyun Immortal Realm. By chance, he had obtained the Divine Artifact of the Great Desolation—the "Devouring God Cauldron." This led to the entire Immortal Realm turning against him, and he met his end at the Soul-Severing Cliff.

At the final moment, he used the Blood Demon Disintegration Technique to take them all down with him, shattering the Devouring God Cauldron. When he woke up, he had arrived here.

"True Martial Continent... the Xu Family... a live-in son-in-law... a wastrel..."

The memories in his mind told him that he was no longer in the Lingyun Immortal Realm but had been reborn in a lower realm called the True Martial Continent.

The body he now inhabited also belonged to a young man named Liu Wuxie, born into a wealthy family. However, when he was five, his family fell into decline, and his parents mysteriously disappeared. This left him with a narrow and reclusive personality from a young age. Even after being adopted by his father's close friend and future father-in-law, Xu Yilin, his temperament did not improve.

As he grew older, his personality became increasingly erratic and domineering. He even began to believe that Xu Yilin, who treated him as his own son, had adopted him only to covet his family's wealth. He squandered his inheritance and became a notorious wastrel in Canglan City.

Everyone in the Xu family referred to him as trash, a parasite, and garbage, but he continued his reckless ways.

As he reached marriageable age, Xu Yilin believed that marriage might temper his behavior. Today was supposed to be his wedding day.

Logically, someone like him, a good-for-nothing, would never be worthy of the Xu family's eldest daughter.

However, Liu Wuxie's parents and Xu Yilin had been life-and-death friends, and the two families had arranged a marriage pact while the children were still in the womb. They agreed that once Liu Wuxie turned eighteen, the marriage would take place.

On the day of the wedding, after entering the bridal chamber, he was beaten out by the Xu family's eldest daughter. Under the influence of a few so-called friends, he visited a brothel for the first time. There, he suddenly went berserk, lit a candle, and caused the entire brothel to collapse. Tragically, he was buried under the rubble.

After pushing aside the broken wood pressing on him, he lay flat on the ground and began to inspect his body.

"What a ruthless move. A palm strike directly to the heart meridian. If I hadn't possessed this body, he would have died for sure. Who wanted him dead? Who set up this trap?"

Aside from some bruises, the most fatal injury was a strange palm print on his chest. He clearly remembered drinking with a few of his so-called friends, but his memories of what happened after losing control were completely blank.

The severed heart meridian was only temporarily suppressed. He needed to find a meridian-protecting pill to reconnect it. With his skills, crafting such a pill wouldn't be difficult.

"Fortunately, this is a continent of cultivators, where martial arts are highly developed..."

Cultivators were divided into many levels: Postnatal, Innate, Spirit Cleansing, Marrow Cleansing, True Dan...

"This body is a disaster. Calling it trash would be a compliment."

His meridians were as thin as strands of hair, and the blockages caused by impurities were a horrifying sight.

"This is troublesome. All the cultivation techniques I know are divine-level methods from the Immortal Realm. The True Martial Continent is just a mortal realm. I'll have to switch to the cultivation techniques of mortal martial artists."

To put it simply, it was like a baby surrounded by divine weapons. With the baby's strength, it couldn't possibly wield those weapons.

To wield them,the baby would have to grow to a certain level, at least reaching the Marrow Cleansing stage.

How awkward!

Liu Wuxie felt utterly embarrassed. He tried several times, but each attempt ended in failure. The tearing sensation in his meridians was unbearable. If he continued, his body would surely fall apart.

At this moment...

A drop of pure liquid flowed out from his dantian, rushing through his meridians and spreading to every part of his body.

His weak meridians, like greedy parasites, frantically absorbed the liquid. The sludge within began to dissolve, and his entire body felt a wave of comfort.

"What's going on?"

He focused his spiritual sense inward, sinking into his dantian to investigate. What was this drop of liquid? Where did it come from?

The moment his consciousness entered his dantian, his mind nearly exploded. A pitch-black divine cauldron was seated at the center of his dantian, and the liquid was flowing out from it.

"This is... the Devouring God Cauldron! It actually came with me!"

The Devouring God Cauldron had exploded with him at the final moment, but he never expected it to appear within his dantian.

"Could it be... that my rebirth is closely related to the Devouring God Cauldron...

"Suddenly!

A surge of thick black gas erupted from the cauldron, striking Liu Wuxie's consciousness.

The black gas churned and transformed, eventually forming lines of dark, ancient text, weathered by time and filled with the traces of countless years.

The powerful impact forced his consciousness out of his body, returning him to reality.

Before he could process the text in his mind, a commotion broke out outside.

The rubble above his head was being moved aside, letting in faint rays of light. Many people holding torches had gathered around.

"Master, we've found the young master!"

Several burly men moved the broken wood aside. It seemed fate had spared him—a beam had blocked the falling boulders, so his body hadn't suffered much damage. The true cause of death had been that fatal palm strike.

In a flurry, they carried him out and laid him on the ground. Thanks to the nourishment of the mysterious liquid, his body was mostly unharmed. He sat up straight.

"You wretched fool! Are you trying to kill me with anger?"

At that moment, Xu Yilin appeared before him, his face a mix of fury and disappointment. He was so angry that his beard seemed to bristle. Upon hearing that his son-in-law had caused a scene at the brothel and been buried under the rubble, he had rushed out without even putting on his outer robe, only draping a cloak over himself.

Strangely, in the face of Xu Yilin's scolding, Liu Wuxie felt a warm current flow through his heart. He could sense that Xu Yilin genuinely cared for him

"This trash actually survived?

"A sudden exclamation interrupted their conversation. Hundreds of onlookers had gathered, pointing and whispering.

"This parasite is really lucky. He didn't even get crushed to death. Heaven must be blind!"

"What kind of karma did the Xu family accumulate to bring such a son-in-law into their home? He's brought nothing but shame."

"Trash is trash. Today was his wedding day, and he went to a brothel at night, losing control and tearing the clothes off the women there. He nearly caused a disaster. Heaven is so unfair—why didn't it take his life?"

"..."

The mocking voices from all directions poured down on Liu Wuxie like a tidal wave, overwhelming him.

"Ugh..."

Liu Wuxie's face darkened, but he had no strength to retort.

Xu Yilin's face flushed red with embarrassment. He quickly ordered people to carry Liu Wuxie away, wanting to leave the scene before things got even more humiliating.

"Stop!"

A cold shout rang out from behin halting their steps.

A madam, accompanied by ten guards, strode over with a menacing aura. The group looked fierce and aggressive.

"Master Xu, your son-in-law caused our Red Pavilion to collapse, injured dozens of people, and scared our girls so badly they dare not leave their rooms. Many guests are still recovering in the clinic. All of this happened because of him. Do you plan to just walk away without taking responsibility?"

The madam, in her forties, wore thick layers of makeup. The pungent scent of her perfume was overwhelming, and her face, resembling that of a hanged ghost, was utterly repulsive. She stood in front of Liu Wuxie, shouting at the top of her lungs

"I will send someone to discuss the compensation," Xu Yilin said, glaring at Liu Wuxie. Now was not the time to scold him; that could wait until they got home.

"No need. I will compensate for the losses myself," Liu Wuxie stood up. Since the incident was caused by him, he didn’t want to involve others.

"Master Liu, no offense, but what do you have to compensate with?" The madam didn’t spare him any face, openly mocking him in front of Xu Yilin. Laughter erupted from the crowd around them.

"Don’t worry, you’ll receive every penny of the compensation. I, Xu Yilin, guarantee it. Within three days, the payment will be in your hands," Xu Yilin declared firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. Only then did the madam let them leave.

Liu Wuxie couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: "Was my past self out of his mind? It’s clear that my father-in-law genuinely cares for me...

"Following behind Xu Yilin, Liu Wuxie remained silent.

He felt grateful to the Xu family. When he was at his lowest, it was the Xu family who had pulled him up. Xu Yilin had even kept his promise, betrothing his precious daughter to him. This alone proved that Xu Yilin was a man of honor and loyalty.

As the sky gradually brightened, the gates of the Xu residence opened. Two servants, about to sweep the fallen leaves outside, bowed respectfully to Xu Yilin upon seeing him. As for Liu Wuxie, they completely ignored him.

"Go change your clothes and meet me in the main hall later," Xu Yilin said, noticing Liu Wuxie’s disheveled appearance, covered in dust and tattered clothes, looking like a beggar.

"Yes," Liu Wuxie replied. He felt both fear and respect for his father-in-law. Without the Xu family, he would have died countless times over the years.

This new chapter marks a fresh start. I’ve spent two months refining this story, and I promise it won’t disappoint. Give it a read—if you’re not satisfied after a few dozen chapters, come and hit me!