The Rise of the Witch

Adrenaline is a magical substance that can enable people to unleash extraordinary power under extreme conditions, creating unimaginable miracles.

There were even rumors that a boxer died on the spot after a boxing match, and when his body was examined, it was found that he had already been brain dead during the match, all because of adrenaline.

But these are just scientific explanations. Is adrenaline really just a hormone in the human body?

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"They say that between life and death lies both great terror and great opportunity, and this is indeed true... I see your aura has changed, and your eyes are no longer dazed. Has this meant you have awakened your innate wisdom?"

When Xing Yang heard those words, his mind was still stuck on the moment he shoved the steel pipe into the stomach of the last man... All because he had accidentally gone astray while traveling abroad, he was cornered by several armed gangsters who not only wanted to rob him but also kill him. With his escape route blocked, Xing Yang could only go completely insane. He didn't even know how many times he had been shot, only thinking about killing his opponents...

Therefore, upon hearing this ethereal and melodious female voice, the moment she opened her eyes, a final glimmer of madness and ruthlessness remained in them.

What came into view was a strange woman, very beautiful, but too beautiful, to the point that she didn't seem like a real person at all.

He didn't know exactly how to describe her, but the first word that popped into his head when he saw this woman was "modeling girl"!

It's the kind of thing that's meticulously crafted using computers, erasing all the flaws of a mortal. The skin has no visible pores or blemishes, the face is the perfect oval shape, the hair is smooth and distinct, the eyes are bloodless and clearly defined, only with more of the dynamism of a real person than a 3D model, making it look like a morning star.

The most noticeable feature was a colorful, snake-like mark between her eyebrows. However, she didn't have any hairpins or other jewelry on her head, so it was highly unlikely that she had applied or painted any floral patterns.

Wearing a plain white dress that looks conservative, but revealing slender, fair legs beneath the hem, she sits gracefully on the head of a massive tiger carcass, her bare, white feet resting on the tiger's forehead stripes. She exudes both sexiness and charm, wildness and elegance.

Perhaps noticing the lingering ruthlessness and madness in Xing Yang's eyes, the woman paused slightly, then suddenly glided down, her movements graceful yet swift, and approached Xing Yang, staring intently into his eyes, her brows furrowed as if she were carefully examining something.

A delicate fragrance wafted into his nose, bringing Xing Yang back to his senses. He glanced at the flawless face so close to his eyes, the fierceness in his eyes slowly fading before he began to look around.

a mess!

In the distance, there are towering forests, but within a hundred meters of where you are, the trees have collapsed and are completely exposed, as if a clearing has been specially cleared out in a meadow.

All around were fallen trees, some even uprooted, and the ground was full of depressions and deep pits, with even a horizontal crack running across the ground.

The rift just barely passed over the giant tiger's neck, so that the tiger's head was on one side of the rift and its body was on the other, with the rift's width separating them.

The giant tiger's head was as big as the cab of a heavy truck, and its body was naturally correspondingly enormous.

crossed!

Xing Yang was certain that neither the surrounding environment, the battle damage that could not have been caused by human effort, nor the enormous tiger carcass could possibly exist in reality.

After a quick glance around, Xing Yang's gaze returned to the stunningly beautiful face before him, and he openly began to admire it.

They were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

The woman was still staring into Xing Yang's eyes when, finally, a look of shock and certainty flashed in them. She spoke softly, her breath sweet as orchids, "It's actually a sorceress..."

Xing Yang met the other person's eyes, paused for a moment, and then asked in confusion, "Witch? Wizard?"

  

The woman withdrew her face and slowly straightened up. Only then did Xing Yang realize that he was sitting on the ground and needed to look up at her.

Her figure was like a model, flawless, with perfect curves in every way: "You've just awakened your innate wisdom, and your memories are still in disarray. Once you remember, you won't need me to explain... The problem now is, what should I do with you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman seemed to make no move, but Xing Yang felt a sudden tremor in his heart. A huge fear swept over him instantly, enveloping his body in a chilling aura, and even beginning to invade his soul.

This feeling was familiar; he had just experienced it before opening his eyes. However, the feeling then was like a drop of water compared to the ocean now, but the essence was the same.

Just then, the feeling of his previous frantic resistance was still there, and he easily regained that feeling. So Xing Yang's reaction was the same as before. With his path to survival blocked, he suppressed his reason, threw off all shackles, turned all his fear into madness, and resisted at all costs.

Killing one is enough, killing two is a bonus!

However, his body's reaction was different from before... All his previous madness could be explained by "adrenaline," abandoning all emotions, suppressing rational thinking, and leaving everything to instinct, but in the end it was just the final burst of an ordinary person's limit.

But things are different now. When Xing Yang suppressed his reason and started to go crazy, it was as if he had broken free of some shackles, and his body swelled up uncontrollably.

It was like blowing up a balloon. Something was "blown" into his body, and his body swelled up several times in an instant. Even when he was sitting, his view, which used to be looking down, became eye level.

"Sizzle!"

His already tattered clothes were stretched to their limit, revealing his bulging muscles and veins that crackled like taut bowstrings.

As his body grew larger, terrifying power began to surge continuously within him. Without any support, Xing Yang stood up straight, looking down at the woman who now only reached his waist, his eyes still filled with that madness that disregarded everything.

A fierce and domineering aura emanated from Xing Yang's body, causing a hint of surprise to flash in the eyes of the woman opposite him, but she remained calm and looked up at the now tall Xing Yang.

A man and a woman, one tall and one short, one strong and one weak, faced each other.

After a moment, the woman chuckled and said, "Aren't you going to do it?"

The feeling that had filled Xing Yang with genuine fear vanished the moment his body underwent a change, which is why Xing Yang didn't act immediately.

He was breathing heavily; his reason was merely suppressed, not erased. Though the madness in his eyes remained, his heart was roaring...

What the heck is going on? He turned into the Hulk? But his skin isn't green!

What kind of world is this? Could it be that he possesses some strange bloodline that awakened upon transmigrating? Or is this his cheat code?

The woman suddenly raised her hand and poked Xing Yang's rock-hard abs, continuing, "I knew I wasn't wrong, you're not only a shaman, but a war shaman... Who were your ancestors?"

Xing Yang blurted out instinctively, his voice deep and thunderous: "The bloodline of Yan and Huang!"

"laugh--"

The woman scoffed and said, "Neither the Yan Emperor nor the Yellow Emperor had any war shamans under their command. War shamans only appeared in the lineage of Chi You..."

Xing Yang felt a tightness in his chest, suddenly realizing the immense amount of information in the other person's words... Emperor Yan? Emperor Huang? Chi You?

The woman continued, "After the Battle of Zhuolu, the great war shaman Chiyou was dismembered and sealed away by the Yellow Emperor, and all seventy-two of his lesser war shamans were wiped out. Logically speaking, unless Chiyou breaks the seal, the pure-blooded war shamans should have been extinct... So where did you come from? What's your name?"

Xing Yang fell silent. He could tell that the woman didn't seem to really intend to make a move; she was just testing something. The madness in his eyes slowly faded.

As a result, his body slowly shrank, and the immense power within him faded away... to be precise, it was withdrawn and shrunk back to a certain part of his body.

In other words, this power originally belonged to him, it was within him, waiting for him to discover it!

Sure enough, every time traveler comes with a cheat code, and this is his cheat code!

His vision gradually lowered... Once reason completely took over, Xing Yang's body returned to normal, and then he was stunned!

Looking down at his own body, then looking up at the woman's ambiguous smile, Xing Yang was filled with confusion... This body of his was actually that of a child!

He was skin and bones, so thin you could see his ribs when he looked down. His height was reversed, only reaching a woman's waist... If you estimate, he was only about 1.2 or 1.3 meters tall.

Eight or nine years old?

The strips of cloth that had been stretched to burst began to slip off, and Xing Yang instinctively grabbed them, pieced them together, and finally made them into an apron around his waist.

"I'm asking you, what's your name?" the woman asked again, her hand that had been poking his abs lowering instead to poke his forehead.

"Xing Yang!" Xing Yang said in a muffled voice, recalling what the woman had said about him awakening his innate wisdom, and added, "I still can't remember what this body is called."

"This body... I see!"

The woman looked down at Xing Yang, and after a moment, said, "You have just awakened your innate wisdom. Your memories of your past life are more extensive and complex than those of this life, so they naturally dominate and suppress your memories of this life. That's why you can only remember your past life and can't remember this life. You will gradually remember it later... By the way, you can call me Wa Xin."

What is the first thing that comes to mind when a normal person hears the character "娲" (Wa)?

Xing Yang blurted out, "Nuwa?"

Wa Xin glanced at him in surprise and said, "Your past life also has the legend of Nuwa? That's right, I am a descendant of Nuwa, the Heavenly Witch, Wa Xin!"

Xing Yang subconsciously looked at Nuwa's legs; legend has it that Nuwa had a human head and a snake's body...

Wa Xin seemed to be able to read his mind, and chuckled, "A mere little tiger demon is not enough to make me reveal my witch form!"

After a pause, Wa Xin continued, "I need to think about how to deal with you. Until then, you'll stay with me. If you dare to even think of escaping, I'll eliminate you immediately. I won't give you any time to grow!"

When he said the last sentence, his tone remained the same, but a sense of dread flashed through his mind, making Xing Tian feel a tightness in his chest.

He was overwhelmed by feelings of resentment, frustration, and fear, but these were not enough to break his reason.

After hesitating for a moment, Xing Tian nodded and followed Wa Xin outside, asking with some resentment, "Why did you want to kill me?"

"It's not that I want to kill, it's that all living beings want to kill!" Wa Xin turned her head and glanced at him, saying, "Because you are a war witch!"

Xing Yang couldn't help but ask, "On what grounds?"

Nuwa chuckled softly and said, "The ancestor of witches, Gonggong, was defeated by Emperor Zhuanxu. Out of sheer anger, he rammed his head against Mount Buzhou, causing the stars to shift and the earth to tilt southward. Countless suffering beings wanted to ask, 'Why?'"

Xing Yang: "...That was just an individual act, it shouldn't be generalized to... um, the entire profession?"

Nuwa understood the meaning of those words, chuckled, and said, "The great shaman Kuafu chased a golden crow relentlessly because of a single provocation, until he was exhausted and burned to death by the crow. He drank several great rivers dry along the way. He died, but the creatures along the way wanted to ask, 'Why?'"

Xing Yang was speechless: "..."

It wasn't that he couldn't defend himself; it was just that the myths from his past life had suddenly become reality, leaving him speechless.

Wa Xin concluded, "Similar examples are countless, and there's no need to argue... War Witches are just a group of reckless and single-minded individuals!"