I picked up the scattered attributes

This was a middle-aged man with a small mustache. He collapsed to the ground in utter shock, pointing repeatedly in the direction of the thatched hut, as if he had discovered the truth of the world at that moment.

"Indeed, everyone was mistaken."

Feng Xia's cold voice came from inside the house again: "I am not the Seventh Prince, yet you have mistaken me for the Seventh Prince. If this is not a mistake, then what is?"

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

The middle-aged man with the mustache was breathing heavily, his face turning red and then purple, until finally it turned completely black, like the bottom of a pot.

If the person inside the house isn't the Seventh Prince, then who could it be?

"You...you're not the Seventh Prince?"

“Of course not,” Feng Xia replied without batting an eye.

"Then who are you?"

Taking a deep breath to slowly expel the blood from his lungs, the middle-aged man with the mustache finally managed to ask with difficulty, "Why were you in the Seventh Prince's thatched hut?"

"You don't know this, but in fact, I am..."

Feng Xia paused abruptly at this point, his tone becoming incredibly mysterious.

The middle-aged man with the mustache seemed to be infected by the virus. He subconsciously swallowed and suddenly became alert, revealing a look of alarm in his eyes.

The longer one cultivates and the higher one's level of cultivation, the more one understands...

There are always some things in this world that are beyond our reach, beyond our reach, and beyond our comprehension!

Even just hearing a name could bring about a fatal disaster!

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze completely. He swallowed again and finally heard the voice continue, "I am... the Fifth Prince of Qicheng."

The middle-aged man with the mustache: "...?"

If it weren't for the fact that Feng Xia's strength was extremely terrifying, he would have wanted to curse at this moment: "What kind of shit is the Fifth Prince?!"

Did your mother accidentally give birth to half a baby when she was giving birth to you?

"To be more precise, the Seventh Prince is the real person, but the real person is not the Seventh Prince." Feng Xia casually stated another truth.

This time, the young man gradually understood: "You mean... the Seventh Prince is only part of your identity?"

"To be more precise, the Seventh Prince is a part of the original body."

Feng Xia spoke eloquently, as if he were facing not a great master at the peak of the True Spirit Realm, but just an ordinary country bumpkin.

"The Seventh Prince was severely injured and persevered for over twenty years before finally being unable to continue. Since I had just returned to the mortal world, I needed a physical body as a vessel. Therefore, I chose to merge with the Seventh Prince."

At this moment, Feng Xia unhesitatingly displayed his talent for deception, quoting lines from novel protagonists: "Since I have merged with him, I will inherit the identity of the Seventh Prince, and I will also inherit his last wishes and obsessions."

The man with the mustache outside the door trembled violently, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.

He suddenly recalled the various pieces of information that had been circulating from that ancient tomb over the past few days: the owner of this great tomb was an ancient war god named Feng, who had once fought his way up to the Nine Heavens and even reached the end of the River Styx. In the end, when his lifespan was about to end, he did not want the world to see his aged appearance, so he chose a secluded place as his final resting place.

"You...you are...?"

Pfft!

Even with his cultivation and Dao heart, Little Mustache couldn't help but tremble violently at this moment. He almost shook his whole body violently, as if he had been struck by lightning, and fell to the ground again on the spot.

That terrifying thought surfaced in his mind and grew wildly like weeds.

The owner of that great tomb, after a long period of silence, has once again been resurrected and returned to this new world in this lifetime!

What kind of impact will the return of such an ancient god have on the world?

"It really is a senior—" the middle-aged man with the mustache exclaimed in disbelief.

He tried to scream, but even as the sound reached his lips, he couldn't utter a single word.

It was as if an invisible hand had gripped his neck tightly.

In the blink of an eye, endless fear surged forth like a tidal wave, completely overwhelming his mind. A True Spirit Realm expert was so frightened that he lay prostrate on the ground, trembling, not daring to move an inch.

"senior……"

With great difficulty, he managed to squeeze out a few words in a hoarse voice.

"That's right, it is indeed me."

Feng Xia's voice came from inside the house again, like a death knell, echoing in the ears of the middle-aged man with the mustache: "I am a rare herb that attained enlightenment from a stone at the foot of Canglan Mountain. You may call me... Jiang Shinian."

The middle-aged man with the mustache was stunned: "...You're not the owner of that large tomb?"

Feng Xia replied matter-of-factly, "No, why?"

"..."

……

Chapter 0303

For the fourth playthrough, Fuuka gave herself two identities.

First, there is the resurrected ancient war god, Feng.

Secondly, there is Jiang Shinian, an extraordinary supernatural being from the Canglan Mountains!

In most cases, the former identity will remain behind the scenes, existing only in fragmentary records and in the enthusiastic discussions among many supernatural beings.

The second identity, however, requires much more flexibility.

Because he attained enlightenment through an unusual means, his soul power was naturally strong. In addition, due to some special reasons, he chose to merge with the Seventh Prince and became the current Fifth Prince.

Whether outsiders believe it or not is not really important.

Ultimately, Jiang Shinian's identity was merely a means to facilitate his activities in the outside world.

The name doesn't have any complicated meaning—it's just meant to evoke a ten-year dream.

"Damn it, I actually fell for your lie!"

The middle-aged man with the mustache's expression shifted as he slowly rose from the ground, his voice unusually hoarse and low: "Since you're not the master of that great tomb, there's no need to waste any more words with you..."

He wasted so much time here, even displaying such an ugly demeanor, only to find out that the other party was just an ignorant, eccentric rogue cultivator!

For someone of his status, this was undoubtedly a tremendous disgrace.

"You ignorant fool, whether you are the Seventh Prince or the Fifth Prince, my lord has given the order that the entire Lu clan must be exterminated—"

Boom——

Why are cultivators in the True Spirit Realm so terrifying?

If this were placed in the current Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, it would be enough to sweep away all enemies. Even the ruler of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons would only have one outcome: to admit defeat.

If the other party is not the owner of the tomb, then there is no need to be polite.

The middle-aged man with the mustache looked over with a grim expression and murderous intent. Two golden energies swirled in his hands, like two golden dragons swimming around, their divine light shooting out and tearing the earth apart in all directions.

"You rascal... I quite like the environment of this valley."

Seeing this, Feng Xia sighed helplessly, and then activated the "Floating Dream Three Lives Technique" with all his might. The Seventh Prince's sublimated soul power suddenly erupted.

The situation was different from the third playthrough. Back then, Feng Xia directly drained all of the Crown Prince's potential, in exchange for an improvement in his cultivation and soul power. However, the price was terrible; after seven days and seven nights, he would completely exhaust his lifespan and die.

In this cycle, he did not actively improve the Seventh Prince's cultivation level. Instead, he used this time to slowly nurture the Seventh Prince's soul and focus on the growth of the soul level!

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, the Seventh Prince was still that cripple whose cultivation had fallen, with impoverished blood and qi, weak cultivation, and had been in a coma for more than 20 years without ever waking up.

I never expected this...

Within the Seventh Prince's frail body lies an incredibly terrifying soul!

In that instant, Mingyoujun's expression changed drastically.

He discovered that his supernatural powers had been frozen, and not only that, but an unparalleled will descended, replacing everything here and transforming into a supreme divine will!

His supernatural powers, his cultivation, his flesh and blood, and even his thoughts were almost completely frozen under the suppression of this will.

Only the fear of death continued to grow in his mind.

As the saying goes...

If Heaven wants you to die, you have no choice but to die!

"Hmph! You nonsensical thing, are you describing me?"

Feng Xia coldly snorted, his powerful soul force completely suppressing the mustachioed middle-aged Ming Youjun, like a high and mighty god looking down on everything on the ground.

"me……"

Unbeknownst to him, Mingyoujun was sweating profusely.

To be fair, he had never seen such a terrifying soul!

If his soul power alone is so strong, what kind of earth-shattering event would it be if this 75th Prince Jiang Shinian were to recover from his sickbed and unleash his full combat power?

He finally realized that the mysterious Jiang Shinian before him might indeed be inferior to the owner of the tomb...

However, the other party was also someone he had to look up to!

In front of his opponent, all his skills became useless, as if he had fallen from a high and mighty power to an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken.

"Make your choice."