Returning to Apocalypse City, the Demonic Heaven Sect’s Fury

This woman was none other than the eldest princess of the Yongyao Dynasty and the peerless sword god who would one day prove her divine realm with the Jueqing Sword—Chu Qingcheng.

She was also one of Lin Yang's most cherished women in his past life.

In that life, when Chu Qingcheng and her eight sisters discovered the truth—that Lin Yang was not the villain he was made out to be but had been framed and wronged—they resolved to take their own lives for his sake.

Yet, before they could act, a mysterious man unleashed a cataclysmic disaster, plunging the heavens and the world into chaos, burying everything alongside Lin Yang.

But now, by some miracle, she had been reborn—and so had her husband.

The breeze was gentle, the sun shone brightly, he was still here, and there was still time to make things right.

"I wonder if my husband was also reborn with memories of his past life, like me?" Chu Qingcheng pondered with a hint of unease.

In their previous life, Lin Yang had been heartbroken by their lack of trust in him, ultimately choosing to end his life by burning his soul. Before his death, he had cried out in despair, "I wish there were no afterlife—this world is not worth it."

If he truly had been reborn with those memories, Chu Qingcheng couldn't bear to imagine the depth of his heartbreak or the extent of his despair.

"Whether you remember or not, I will spend the rest of my life apologizing to you and loving you," Chu Qingcheng vowed silently, her resolve unwavering.

"Your Highness, the ambergris tea is ready. Shall we proceed to the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion now?"

Just then, her maid, Caixuan, entered, holding a brocade box. She spoke respectfully, though a question lingered in her mind: Why had the eldest princess abruptly returned from the sacred land of Yao Chi three days ago? And why had she ordered the preparation of such precious ambergris tea for a visit to the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion?

Could it be that the proud eldest princess had truly fallen for Major General Lin Yang?

"We'll go now. Remember, when we arrive at the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion, you must not act arrogantly or speak disrespectfully. Any misstep will be met with severe punishment," Chu Qingcheng instructed, her tone serious as she looked at Caixuan.

"As you command!" Caixuan replied, bowing her head. Her heart raced with confusion. The eldest princess had never been so stern with her before. What had changed?

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and news of the eldest princess's visit to the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion with precious ambergris tea began to spread throughout Tianqi City.

The people were overjoyed.

"Hehe, the eldest princess is a prodigy, accepted as a disciple by the Holy Land from a young age. And the young marquis is no less impressive—at just seventeen, he has already made monumental contributions to our Yongyao Dynasty by defeating three northern dynasties. They truly are a match made in heaven."

"You're absolutely right. In terms of lineage and talent, the only one worthy of the eldest princess is Major General Lin Yang."

"Indeed. The young general has studied the art of war since childhood, excelling in both civil and military affairs. He can pacify the world with his pen and decide its fate with his sword. Countless noble ladies dream of marrying him."

"That's true. I've heard that a teacher from Jixia Academy will personally visit our Yongyao Dynasty to assess the young general. I wonder what choice he'll make?"

"It's a difficult decision. On one hand, there's the path of immortality; on the other, the title of supreme marquis and the role of a devoted husband. No matter which he chooses, it will be bittersweet."

"Ah, the young marquis is wise. He'll surely make the best decision. All we need to do is support him, no matter what."

"Exactly. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be living such peaceful lives."

Among the people, there was overwhelming optimism about the union of Lin Yang and Chu Qingcheng.

Meanwhile, due to Lin Yang's achievements, numerous immortal cultivation sects had begun spreading word of their intent to recruit him during his coming-of-age ceremony at eighteen.

Thousands of miles away, Lin Yang rode atop a large yellow ox, leading the Divine Guard Army. His thoughts, however, were preoccupied with how to decline the marriage proposal and safely resign from his position as major general upon his return.

If he were unburdened by ties, he could simply wander the world freely, untouchable by anyone. But his family—his grandfather, second uncle, and sister—remained in the Yongyao Dynasty. He couldn't act without considering the consequences.

"I could use cultivation as an excuse to reject the marriage, but if I resign as major general, the old man will be disappointed, won't he?" Lin Yang mused, gazing at the sky with a contemplative expression.

The Lin family had held the title of Marquis of Zhenbei for generations, commanding the most formidable force in the Yongyao Dynasty—the Divine Guard Army.

Lin Yang had never known his parents; all his skills had been taught by his grandfather. The old man's greatest wish was for him to excel in both civil and military affairs, becoming a revered general who would one day take charge of the Divine Guard Army and carry on the family legacy.

No matter how much Lin Yang wished to avoid the responsibilities of being a major general or serving others, he knew he had to discuss his decision with his grandfather first. This wasn't a sign of weakness—it was a mark of respect and gratitude for the man who had raised him.

"Grandpa loves me so much. Surely he'll agree to my request, right?" Lin Yang muttered, though his confidence wavered.

"Are you dreaming? If you dare bring this up when we return, I'll whip you myself," Second Uncle Lin Batian snorted.

Lin Yang smirked. His second uncle was all bark and no bite. "Second Uncle, don't act so tough. You've been secretly in love with Princess Yurou for years, yet you've never confessed."

Lin Batian's face flushed crimson. "You little brat! Are you asking for a beating?"

Lin Yang chuckled, riding ahead on his ox. "When we get back, I'll tell Princess Yurou how someone's been pining for her, even calling out her name in his dreams…"

The sorrow of their past life had given way to the joy of this one. How wonderful it was to have his loved ones still by his side!

"You rascal, if you don't stop running your mouth, I'll make sure you regret it!" Lin Batian shouted, chasing after him.

The commanders of the Divine Guard Army watched the scene with amused smiles. Their young general, a god of war on the battlefield, also had this playful, mischievous side. And they loved him all the more for it.

Meanwhile, in a mist-shrouded valley thousands of miles from the Yongyao Dynasty, the headquarters of the Demonic Heaven Sect stood hidden among the fog. Young disciples bustled about, tending to their duties.

At this moment, Sect Master Xue Wuji was seething with rage. The soul lamps of three outer sect elders—Xue Changkong and his companions—had been extinguished. He summoned all the inner sect elders to the main hall to discuss their next move.

There was only one topic on the agenda: how to assassinate Lin Yang.

"The Netherworld Sect has issued an ultimatum. If Lin Yang is still alive in three days, the Demonic Heaven Sect will cease to exist," Xue Wuji declared, his expression dark.

"So, whatever methods you have, share them now. If you can kill Lin Yang, this sect master will reward you handsomely."

He was baffled. How had Lin Yang, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, managed to offend the Netherworld Sect, one of the most powerful sects in the Southern Region? And why had they issued such a dire order?

Initially, Xue Wuji had assumed eliminating Lin Yang would be a simple task. But after the complete annihilation of his first team, he realized there was more to this young man than met the eye. Someone powerful was protecting him.

And now, the fate of the Demonic Heaven Sect hung in the balance.