Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

Soon after, an unprecedented storm swept through the entire martial arts world.

Countless booklets detailing scandals of the Heavenly Alliance's high-ranking officials rained down like snowflakes, covering every corner of the major cities.

The booklet details Elder Sun's sordid dealings with the nobles, the hall masters' crimes of disregarding human life, and how they framed so-called "remnants of the demonic cult"...

Every single case is irrefutable evidence.

The world was in an uproar.

"My God! Elder Sun of the Heavenly Dao Alliance is actually a human trafficker? My neighbor's daughter disappeared three years ago, could it be...?"

"Bullshit! This is definitely slander! It's a conspiracy by the evil cult!"

"Slander? The document details the time, place, and contact person for their transaction! How could it be fake?"

"This is disgusting! The righteous leader we've always revered is actually this kind of scum behind the scenes!"

Faith collapsed at that moment.

Public resentment was boiling over, and countless martial arts practitioners and ordinary people who had been persecuted by the Heavenly Alliance rose up in rebellion.

……

[Jinghe Year 3]

With peace and tranquility prevailing in the martial world, the "Great Love Alliance," under Yang Xian's leadership, has become the most powerful sect in the land.

On this day, a loud baby's cry echoed through Shattered Shadow Valley.

Yang Xian held the adorable baby boy in his swaddling clothes, beaming from ear to ear.

"Xiyan, look, this boy's eyebrows and eyes look like yours, and his nose looks like mine."

Zhou Xiyan, lying on the bed, looked somewhat pale, but her eyes were full of the tenderness of a new mother.

Looking at Yang Xian's clumsy way of holding the baby, she couldn't help but scold him, "Be careful, don't drop him."

"Don't worry." Yang Xian lowered his head and kissed his wife's forehead. "My son, Yang Xian's son, is very strong."

[Fifth year of Jinghe]

Zhixiang brought news that the mastermind behind the murder of Zhou Xiyan's parents, a noble family that had been living in seclusion for many years, had finally been found.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Xian took Zhou Xiyan and embarked on the road of revenge that very night.

Half a month later, that noble family, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, was completely wiped out of the world overnight.

Having avenged her parents, Zhou Xiyan knelt before their cenotaph, tears streaming down her face, finally resolving the knot in her heart that had been there for so many years.

[Seventh year of Jinghe]

Yang Xian and Zhou Xiyan's second child was born, a lovely daughter.

Zhou Xier looked at her sister and brother-in-law's family of four, who were enjoying a happy time together, and her eyes were full of envy.

Finally, one night, she mustered up her courage, took a bowl of lotus seed soup, and knocked on Yang Xian's study door.

"Brother-in-law... I... I have some questions about martial arts that I'd like to ask you..."

Her flushed face and evasive eyes clearly indicated that she wasn't there to ask for advice.

They seem more like they're here for teacher training.

Inside the room, Zhou Xiyan looked up, glanced at her younger sister, then at Yang Xian who looked completely innocent, and sighed helplessly.

She stood up, ruffled Zhou Xier's hair, and said softly, "Your brother-in-law has been working too hard lately. Let him get some rest."

As she spoke, the older sister took her younger sister's hand and led her out of the study, whispering a few words in her ear.

The next day, with her sister's "guidance," Zhou Xier successfully "bumped into" Yang Xian on his usual morning exercise route and "accidentally" sprained her ankle.

Looking at her younger sister, who was being held in Yang Xian's arms with a smug smile on her face, Zhou Xiyan could only shake her head and smile indulgently.

[The eighth year of Jinghe]

Zhou Xier got her wish and became pregnant.

[The 30th year of Jinghe]

Yang Xian announced his retirement.

He passed the leadership of the alliance to his eldest son, and then, with Zhou Xiyan and Zhou Xier, retired to the mountains and forests, no longer concerning himself with worldly affairs.

As the sun sets, Yang Xian and Zhou Xiyan, both with white hair, sit in a rocking chair in the courtyard, watching their children and grandchildren laugh and play.

[The end of the first life...]

"Yang Xian... I am very content with my life."

Zhou Xiyan's voice was already somewhat hoarse.

"Me too." Yang Xian squeezed her hand. "In the next life, and the life after that, I'll be with you."

Zhou Xiyan smiled and slowly closed her eyes.

Yang Xian held his wife, whose body was gradually losing its warmth, and peacefully closed his eyes.

[First life, the end...]

Immediately afterwards, the boundless darkness faded, and the scene rapidly changed.

In their second life, he was a top scholar who passed the imperial examination with flying colors, and she was a courtesan who performed in a brothel but did not sell her body in order to support his studies. After achieving fame and success, he disregarded the admiration of countless noble ladies and princes, and married her in a grand ceremony with eight bearers carrying her in a sedan chair.

In their third life, he was a monk who spent half his life striking the wooden fish drum in an ancient temple, and she was a devout woman who came in the rain seeking a marriage partner. For her, he broke his vows, returned to secular life, and accompanied her to witness the splendor of the human world.

In their fourth life, he was a general charging into battle, and she was a princess from an enemy country…

The Fifth...

Ninety-ninth life...

Because Yang Xian does not lose his memories, this cycle of reincarnation is not difficult at all.

In every lifetime, no matter how different their social statuses were, and no matter how many twists and turns they experienced, he stayed with Zhou Xiyan for life.

Arriving at the hundredth generation.

There are no trials in this life, but rather the two sides exchange perspectives and watch each other's life segments.

Yang Xian then saw everything Zhou Xiyan had experienced in the past.

Including the death of parents, fleeing, growing up...

last of the last……

The two successfully completed the test and woke up at the same time.

"happy Yan." Yang Xian reached out and carefully helped Zhou happy Yan up from the ground.

"I never expected that we would actually pass the test." Zhou Xiyan leaned into Yang Xian's arms, one hand weakly supporting her forehead, her delicate brows furrowed.

"This feeling is like having a very, very long dream."

It's more than just long.

That was a hundred lifetimes of joys and sorrows, a hundred lifetimes of love and hate entanglements.

Every encounter, every bond, every separation in life and death—all these become the deepest imprints, etched into the depths of our souls.

Although in the outside world, less than half a day had passed.

However, for Zhou Xiyan, who suddenly received memories of a hundred lifetimes, the mental burden was unimaginable.

But Yang Xian is different.

He received and digested everything one by one, so he naturally felt no discomfort at all.

"Yes, I still vividly remember everything I experienced in my previous ninety-nine lifetimes."

Yang Xian echoed softly, his tone tinged with emotion, "The two of us..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Xiyan interrupted him.

"But in this life, it seems you're having an abundance of romantic opportunities."

The girl in his arms slowly raised her head, her gaze sweeping over Yang Xian's face, and she spoke slowly.

"Let me count... Luo Bingyan, Jiang Mengyun, Su Lingling, Lin Qingxue..."

Zhou Xiyan read out each name.

Yang Xian's eye twitched slightly.

She saw it all!

In the hundredth lifetime trial, the two will switch perspectives and watch fragments of each other's lives.

The system-related parts were naturally cleverly modified and hidden by the system.

The origins of all techniques and abilities have also been given the most reasonable "artistic processing".

But all the things he experienced and the people he met in this life were clearly seen by Zhou Xiyan without missing a single frame.

Yang Xian moved his mouth slightly, feeling a dryness in his throat.

"happy Yan, let me explain..."