On the outer edge of the Qin Clan settlement, the morning sun spilled over the mist-covered hills, warming the tiled roofs and bamboo groves. The cries of distant cranes echoed faintly as a gentle breeze stirred the air.
"Uuuaaaahhhhhh… that was a good night's sleep! A full fourteen hours, hah!"
A young man stretched lazily on a hanging hammock, his joints cracking as he arched his back.
This was Qin Su, sixteen years old as of today. Standing at five-ten, with dark hair tied neatly into a ponytail that brushed against his back, his lean, firm build balanced strength and grace — not bulky, not frail, just right.
"Heh… sixteen! Finally, an adult! Hahaha!"
Qin Su raised his arms in victory, grinning from ear to ear.
In the Qin Clan, sixteen marked adulthoods — the age where one could train independently, duel, marry, and cultivate without restriction. To Qin Su, though, it meant something far more important.
In his past life, he'd died a virgin. A dull, lonely death with no legacy and no lover.
But in this life? His first mission was clear. Find a woman. Lose it. Experience life!
"Hehehe… the clan leader's wife… ooh, what a woman! That figure, those curves… and that smile—divine!" he muttered, half-drooling as he daydreamed. "And her second daughter? Even better! A younger, wilder version. The heavens truly blessed this clan, hahaha…"
He was just about to drift deeper into his fantasies when a sharp, sweet voice snapped him back to reality.
"Hey! Pumpkin! What are you daydreaming about again?"
Qin Su froze. Of all voices in the world, there were two he dreaded hearing — his father's, and his younger sister Qin Mei's.
He turned slowly to see a little girl, barely six, standing with her hands on her hips, glaring up at him with an adorable pout.
"Don't ignore me, lazy pumpkin! I need a training dummy!" she demanded.
"Who are you calling a lazy pumpkin? And dummy?!"
"You, of course! Now come on!" Qin Mei shouted, running toward him like a tiny tiger cub.
Qin Su sighed. Despite her sharp tongue, he was fond of his sister. This life — unlike his last — had given him a real family. Parents who cared. A sister who actually looked up to him (most of the time). It was… nice.
He might've been one of the most gifted youths on the Twin Loop Continent in his previous life — a prodigy who became a "star" before the age of four, a grand emperor and finally the legendary demi-god — but that life had been nothing but endless training, expectations, and clan politics. No peace. No freedom.
Once he had reached that amazing demi-god realm, he got bored, endless wars, battles and just sitting around cultivation.
After 500,000 thousand years at the demi-god realm, he had enough and entered reincarnation.
This time, he wanted to take things slow. To live. To feel o love.
"Fine, fine," he said, waving her off. "Give me a few minutes to get ready, alright?"
"Two minutes!" Qin Mei shouted as she ran off toward the training grounds.
"Haaaah…" Qin Su groaned, rubbing the back of his head. "Two minutes, she says…"
He looked around to make sure no one was watching, then smiled mischievously.
"Cloning Art!"
With a soft hum and a burst of pale blue light, another Qin Su appeared beside him — identical down to the smirk.
"Hehe… you go train that little monster," the real Qin Su said, patting his clone's shoulder. "I've got more important preparations to make."
The clone nodded silently before vanishing down the path toward the training field.
As the original Qin Su stretched again, his grin turned sly. "Now then… time to see what beauties fate has prepared for this new life."
The morning sun caught his eyes — bright, ambitious, and burning with mischief.