The Blood Fang steward blinked as though he had misheard.
"Which year… did you just say?" he repeated, his voice trembling slightly.
Countless questions began to swirl in his mind, but before he could voice even one, Wang Chen gave him a quiet look — calm, expressionless, yet sharp enough to slice through hesitation. The steward instantly swallowed his words and answered.
"Y–Year 454 of the New Stars Calendar!"
Wang Chen fell silent. His gaze dimmed, as if his eyes could see through the walls, through time itself.
"So… it's already been a hundred years," he murmured, his voice laced with something soft — nostalgia, perhaps sorrow. "Time flies too fast."
A sigh escaped his lips. "I just hope that poor girl didn't keep being stubborn…"
For an instant, the image of a girl bloomed in his mind — delicate as peach blossoms, her smile radiant enough to thaw winter frost.
For him, it felt as though he had just closed his eyes under the shade of the Bodhi Tree and woken up moments later. But a century had passed. A hundred years — a blink for immortals, yet a lifetime for mortals like him. Empires could rise and crumble in such a span.
The steward dared not disturb him. He lay motionless on the ground, hardly daring to breathe.
"Thank god, i decided to use the welcome pack almost immediately otherwise dealing with these thugs would have been a nightmare."
It had been a few minutes since he had dealt with blood fang vermin, the steward beat black and blue lay in one corner of the courtyard silently, his gaze filled with hatred never leaving wang chen figure, if gaze could kill wang chen would have died thousand times in these few minutes.
Wang Chen however ignored the thug, his entire focus was once again on the system.
Thinking up to this point his gaze couldn't wander back to the blue window floating in front of his eyes.
[Thirtieth refinement completed, required soul strength achieved]
[SSS-Rank 10x reward system activated]
[SSS-Rank 10x reward system allows the host to bind himself to the Disciples, as they grow stronger and achieve milestone in their progress, the host will receive ten times the result]
However, Wang Chen was no ordinary individual, but someone who had experienced Thirty lifetimes. For him suddenly awakening a system was nothing, moreover this was not the first time he had gotten something like this.
Just a few hours ago he had woken up on the Azure Dragon Continent — Imperial City of the Five Element Dynasty.
Becoming the master of a declining martial hall, Phoenix and Dragon Dojo!
From one glance, he looked like any other small-town martial artist tending to his empty dojo.
"To think… in my thirty-first life, I've become a dojo master again," he sighed softly. A wistful smile tugged at his lips. He still remembered his first life back on Earth, a little dojo near the park, full of noise and laughter. Now, across worlds and lifetimes, fate had drawn a perfect, cruel circle.
He had died on Earth—and awakened here, in a realm ruled by cultivators and immortals.
He had once dreamed of becoming one of them—an immortal who could split mountains, pluck stars, and live forever. But the world hadn't been kind. His first life here had begun in a tiny village where only a retired soldier knew of cultivation. Years slipped by, and on his thirty-fifth birthday, he felt a chill pierce his heart. Then, darkness.
However for some strange reason he woke once again this time as in a body of trash noble with no talent.
A second chance? He had first thought, or maybe his cheat, only to realize something more chilling. It was a cycle.
From a mining town buried beneath Iron Dragon Mountain to frozen wastelands and endless deserts, Wang Chen lived—and died—again and again. Each time, the same ending awaited him at thirty-five. His body would fail, his vision would fade, and he would awaken in a new life, trapped in the same curse.
By the eleventh life, a mysterious tower had appeared in his spiritual space. He thought salvation had arrived—but when thirty-five came again, so did death.
Now, in his thirty-first life, hope was little more than an ember buried under exhaustion. Still, obsession had replaced fear.
Shaking his head to get rid of the memories, Wang Chen softly muttered.
"Status."
[Name: Wang Chen]
[Soul Refinement: 31 Layers]
[Lifespan: 25 / 35 (Raise one Peak Qi Cultivation disciple to increase lifespan)]
[Race: Mortal]
[Cultivation: Peak of Qi refining Realm]
[Talent: Tower of Infinite Enlightenment (Divine), Time Parasite (Unique)]
[Abilities: Sword Heart (Infant Stage)]
[Techniques: Three Turn Sword Style]
[Potential: Miserable]
The words glowed faintly, casting reflections in his eyes. Ten years left. Ten years before death came again.
But this time—something was different. New lines shimmered below his lifespan.
He stared for several long seconds. Then, his lips curved faintly.
"So there's still a way out."
Just then a chime echoed in his head.
[New quest issued, Accept your first Disciples as soon as possible.]
[Reward: Depends upon the disciple's Qualification.]
[Accept\Reject]
Wang Chen was surprised for a moment not expecting something like this out of nowhere, He chuckled softly. "This quest is just icing on the cake, I was going to accept a disciple anyways.."
Then—his stomach growled, loud and violent.
He froze, eyes darting down, the sudden surge in strength caused his body to feel hungry.
A wry smile tugged at his lips. "Even after thirty-one lives, hunger's still my greatest enemy."
"Hmm..you now lead me to your place.." Wang Chen coldly spat.
Now that he had finally understood his situation it was time to deal with these clowns.