The dawn sun rose over the sprawling Quan Clan estate.
For most, it was the start of another day for most people.
For Chong Sheng, it was the beginning of something far greater.
He stood before the cracked mirror in his shack—a faint reflection staring back at him.
The bruises and open wounds were gone, replaced by skin tight with faint vitality.
His frame, once gaunt and sickly, now carried traces of strength.
His eyes gleamed faintly red beneath the morning light, an echo of the power that once made the Abyssal Fiend Sect tremble.
A quiet smirk curved his lips.
"Not bad," he murmured. "I already advanced to the Mid Qi Refining Stage in a week."
It has been almost a week since he has been reincarnated.
He flexed his fingers, feeling the thin yet vibrant flow of qi run beneath his skin.
(If I had more resources, I would have already reached the Peak Qi Refining Stage.)
