Why is my Hundred Lifetimes Book different?

"Qingshan! Ren Qingshan!"

"Stone, Stone, where are you?"

"Mountain God, please protect my family's green mountain and keep it alive..."

"Woof woof woof woof!"

……

into the night.

A winding fire snake slowly roams through the deep, towering mountains and ancient forests.

Anxious and noisy voices, accompanied by barking dogs, shattered the tranquility of the mountain forest.

A dozen or so villagers, carrying torches, spears, bows and arrows, and sickles, carefully and laboriously trekked through the dense forest, searching everywhere.

The child is missing.

Ren Qingshan is eight years old this year. He has been a well-known child prodigy since childhood. He is eloquent and literate.

At the age of six, he even taught himself how to make soap and rouge, opening up a new and lucrative path for the village.

Everyone says that the Ren family's ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke.

today.

After lunch, Ren Jiaqilin went into the mountains to collect soap pods as usual.

Ren Qingshan was precocious and healthy, and it was common for him to go up the mountain alone, so his family didn't pay much attention to it.

however.

The child still hadn't returned by nightfall.

Only then did the parents panic, hurriedly calling for help and making a big fuss about heading into the mountains.

It was already past midnight.

The person has not been found.

Along the way, all that could be seen were the footprints of a large insect, scattered pieces of cloth and shoes, and a few drops of blood.

After searching all the way, Ren Jiaping's heart, like the wild mountains in the dead of night, grew colder and colder.

Big bug!

Judging from the marks I saw as I passed by, it was definitely a large insect!

The White Deer Mountain range stretches for hundreds of miles, and in earlier times, large insects were often seen there.

However, since the immortal master arrived more than ten years ago, took charge of the county town, and organized a cleanup operation, they have been missing for a long time.

Unexpectedly, I saw it again today, and it even snatched my own son.

My son!

My dear eldest son!

My son was extraordinary from a young age. He seemed to have a natural talent, was never naughty, and had great ambitions.

At the age of five, he already knew how to save money and even figured out a way to make money. When asked what he was saving money for, the son just laughed and said it was to get married in the future.

However, Ren Jiaping knew his thoughts very well; this kid definitely wanted to cultivate immortality!

Every time he went to the county town to sell soapberries, he would spend half a day browsing in bookstores, and he would often wander around the entrance of the Immortal Master's Mansion, trying to get close to the gatekeeper and ask when the Immortal Master would accept disciples.

receive……

Reverse collection.

The immortal master in the city comes from the Qinghua Immortal Sect and is ordered to guard Shanyang County.

Shanyang is a remote and impoverished area with a small population. The selection of immortal seedlings is only held once every seven years, and counting the days, it should be after the Awakening of Insects next year.

Therefore, the son prepared with all his might.

Everyone in the family was secretly looking forward to it.

Can……

Things didn't go as planned!

But now this is happening!

"Woof woof woof!"

"Ping-ge, there's blood here again!"

Exclamations came from the bushes, and the black dog barked wildly with its tail between its legs. Ren Jiaping held up a torch and walked quickly over. When he looked closely, he felt dizzy!

A black cloth shoe, white shirt stained with blood.

A silver lock with a red string tied around its neck.

The scattered pieces of flesh and blood were carried away by a vast swarm of ants.

His breathing suddenly became rapid, as if he had swallowed burning coals in his throat, and Ren Jiaping's eyes were bloodshot.

dead……

died?

This lock is the one my son wears every day.

Tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

God!

Are you blind?!

……

A playful ray of sunlight pierced through the lush foliage and danced on Ren Qingshan's face.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and the young boy slowly opened his eyes, his bones cracking and popping.

Ok?

What's going on?

Wasn't I killed by a tiger?

alive again?

Instantly, a golden light flashed in my mind, radiating brilliance, and transformed into a magnificent book.

[The Book of One Hundred Deaths]

Current remaining pages: 99

[The Book of a Hundred Deaths: After death, you can return to twelve hours earlier and be reborn.]

[After being reborn, you can choose one of the cultivation level, supernatural powers, or treasures of the person who killed you in your previous life, and the corresponding element will be stripped away from them.]

[In your past life, you were killed by a fierce tiger that had not yet cultivated itself. This beast possessed no supernatural powers or treasures, so you automatically received only the power of its entire life force: one tiger.]

A powerful, scorching force suddenly enveloped his entire body.

Aching, numb, itchy.

It is like receiving a divine initiation, like undergoing a marrow cleansing, like being in a furnace.

Ren Qingshan was shocked, then overjoyed.

A book for all ages?

Wait, no... it's the Book of a Hundred Deaths!

Having been a passionate novel enthusiast in my previous life, I am no stranger to this kind of thing.

Having been reborn into this world of cultivation, I have tried countless times to summon and test it over the past eight years, but have not found any signs of a cheat system. I can only live an ordinary life for now and then slowly work towards my goal.

Unexpectedly, after dying once, he hit the jackpot.

and……

Why does my book of a hundred lifetimes seem a little different?

It's not a simple restart; it comes with a built-in "revenge" buff!

Whoever kills me, after I am reborn, I will strip away their cultivation, supernatural powers, and treasures to nourish myself.

With a slight movement of his Adam's apple and a swallow of saliva, Ren Qingshan felt a sense of domineering evil.

I feel slightly unwell.

After all, in his previous life he was law-abiding, morally upright, and definitely belonged to the lawful and just camp, commonly known as a "good person".

I would rather be wronged than wrong others, so that I may have a clear conscience.

But then I thought—do good people deserve to die?

His life was taken!

What's wrong with taking some of his cultivation, supernatural powers, or treasures?

That's fair!

Very fair!

With this in mind, Ren Qingshan felt at ease and accepted it calmly, feeling the surging tiger power within his body.

He had not cultivated himself, but only learned the rudimentary body-strengthening techniques of the mountain people. They could strengthen his body, but there was absolutely no way he could kill enemies.

However, at this moment, I felt as if I had a body of steel and iron, and my blood and energy were so strong that I was not human.

He casually picked up a piece of bluestone, gathered his strength in his fingers, and stone dust fell in a flurry.

This... is he eight years old?

Given time, they will surely achieve great things!

Next year, during the Awakening of Insects, the Immortal Sect will definitely have a bright future!

……

In the nearby forest, a large tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead was slowly walking forward when suddenly its legs gave way, and it staggered and fell to the ground, roaring in grief and anger.

His robust body trembled violently, as if bound by some mysterious force. He was visibly shriveled, his life force waning and his blood exhausted.

The enormous tiger's eyes widened in fear, though it did not know why.

It lay limply on the ground.

Before long, a boy appeared in its eyes.

"roar!"

"Be good, don't scream. Every cause has its effect, and your retribution is me. Now, get out of here!"

Ren Qingshan smiled broadly.

You killed me in my past life, I will kill you in this life.

Use your vital energy and blood.

Isn't this karma?

Although it is infinitely close to evil cultivation.

But you know, practicing evil cultivation is both exhilarating and fast-paced!

……

"Aoyama?"

"Aoyama is back!"

"What is this? A giant insect?"

"Oh my God, Qingshan, you've hunted a tiger!"

"My God! It's huge!"

"This is huge! It's terrifying!"

"What did you do?!"

At the village entrance, the river flows swiftly.

The women who were washing clothes turned to look at Ren Qingshan, who was dragging the carcass of a tiger down the mountain, and were all terrified. They didn't even realize that their clothes were being washed away by the river.

虎！

Dead tiger!

Tiger Hunt!

Even the strongest adult hunter in the village could never do it!

Let alone hunting, this tiger must weigh at least 500 pounds, and several people couldn't move it!

Ren Qingshan was only eight years old!

It was incredibly easy to drag!

"Aunt Hua, all the clothes have been washed away!"

"Aunties, come over to my house tonight to share the meat. I'm off!"

Smiling, he greeted everyone and then led the tiger across the stone bridge.

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.

The young boy was full of vigor and ambition.

……

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