The chill wind swept across the jagged cliffs of Tianling Sect. Lin Fan, a cultivator barely scraping the fifth level of the Body Refinement stage, stood at the precipice, heart pounding with desperation.
"Lin Fan," hissed his senior brother, eyes cold as ice, "if you don't place in the top three of the upcoming sect competition, your future here is over."
Lin Fan clenched his fists, resolve hardening like tempered steel. But fate was cruel. Just as he prepared to prove himself, a sudden shove sent him tumbling over the cliff's edge.
The world blurred. The roar of the wind filled his ears as his body hurtled downward, flesh and bone screaming in agony.
Then, just as death's cold embrace neared, a voice thundered inside his mind:
"Death confirmed. Death Rebirth System activated. Rebirth count: 1. Power multiplied by 10."
Lin Fan's eyes snapped open. He was alive — reborn at the base of the cliff, every cell pulsing with unprecedented strength.
"This can't be real…" he whispered, rising to his feet.
A burning fire ignited within him — a relentless thirst for revenge.
"Die once, grow tenfold," Lin Fan muttered fiercely, "Next time, I'll make sure it's a death they'll never forget."