Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

"I have finally transmigrated into a human again, but it seems I can’t awaken my memories?"

Ning Xunqiu stared at the Celestial Derivation Volume.

Rewriting life, the probability of becoming a "human" is incredibly slim. No, it can even be said that the worlds with the existence of the "Human Race" are extremely rare, which makes the opportunity to obtain Fortune through "Dharma Transmission" exceedingly precious.

Even though this so-called "Emperor Heaven Realm" is merely a low martial world similar to where the "Black Emperor Ji Monarch" resides, it is still enough for him to gain nearly a hundred Fortune.

His gaze turned to the Celestial Derivation Life Record.

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[Uncle Zhang initially disagreed with me tagging along to hunt.]

["Hunting" is by no means child’s play; it requires direct confrontation with "Alien Races" and "Exotic Beasts." On that vast and boundless Grassland, food is scarce. Even the cattle and sheep are mostly plundered from the hands of the weak Alien Race Tribes.]

[And the Alien Races are equally rampant, ravaging everywhere. The Grassland is fraught with dangers. Though Uncle Zhang and his men are battle-hardened soldiers, they are not "Military Generals," and their strength is ultimately limited. Every hunt, someone unfortunately falls in battle.]

[In such an environment, courage, exquisite riding skills, archery, and lance skills are the keys to survival and victory.]

[And I, relying only on brute strength, might seem like a lamb to the slaughter in their eyes. Uncle Zhang frankly stated that as long as I could defeat any one of them with my own strength in actual combat, he would allow me to partake in this perilous "hunt."]

[I laughed.]

[Turned around and left, and for three nights straight, I intensively trained in basic riding, basic archery, and basic lance skills. Somehow it felt unstable, unsure if "Uncle Zhang" had any hidden cards.]

[To be on the safe side, I trained for another three days.]

[As expected, my body seemed naturally born for combat, internalizing those basic skills and transforming them into a deeper Martial Skill.]

[For archery, I mastered the "Hundred-step Piercing Willow" skill. For riding, I reached the realm of "Man and Horse as One." Wherever my lance pointed, it was invincible.]

[To test the results, I first found a few ruffians in the town to practice on. Holding a bloodstained stick, I strode out of the alley, and in an instant, bodies fell all around. With the stick in hand, not even ten ordinary people could come near me.]

[The next day, I boldly declared I would take on ten at once.]

[Wielding a lance single-handedly, I effortlessly disarmed the ten uncles who teamed up against me.]

[Uncle Zhang fell to the ground powerlessly, looking up meeting the eyes of the scrawny young man against the glaring white light. There was no joy of victory in those eyes, only calm.

[Such confidence, he was sure he would win.]

[This boy, truly a born Martial Artist, with the makings of a Divine General.]

[Uncle Zhang led out with ten riders, and along the way, he endlessly imparted survival wisdom to me, narrating the many dangers deep within the Grassland. One was the Exotic Beasts, those colossal and immensely powerful creatures, some of which were terrifying enough to rival a "Divine General."]

[And then, there were the Alien Races lurking everywhere, with countless tribes large and small constantly harassing the borders, plundering the people, and holding long-standing grudges against our race. When encountered, only blood can repay blood, and tooth for tooth.]

[The eyes of Uncle Zhang and the accompanying uncles shone with unprecedented ferocity.]

[I curiously asked one question: "What is a Divine General?"]

[Uncle Zhang’s face was full of yearning, "A Divine General is an elite among Military Generals, personally appointed by the Emperor, with awakened Divine Spirit and the power to move mountains and overturn seas, to collapse the heavens and split the earth. When a Divine General of the Celestial Dynasty appears, those Alien Races flee in terror!!"]

[The surrounding uncles also showed pride and shared honor.]

[I didn’t understand such glory and couldn’t help but blurt out: "If the Divine Generals of the Celestial Dynasty are so strong, why can’t we have enough to eat?"]

[Uncle Zhang and the others exchanged glances, stammering for a long time, unable to give a reasonable explanation, and ultimately could only remain silent.]

[They were not natives of this land, as were most people in the county. This land had been battling with the Alien Races for hundreds of years, soldiers coming and going in waves, dozens of batches shedding blood here to guard the frontier. Most were soldiers and their families relocated from the Celestial Dynasty, far from their homeland, taking root here.]

[Uncle Zhang and my father, grew up in the Celestial Dynasty, listening to legendary stories of "Divine Generals" expanding territories. Loyalty and admiration for the "Emperor" were etched deep in their bones.]

[In the years before I was born, wars with the Alien Races broke out constantly in the county, even the only "Military General" died in battle, reducing the number of soldiers to about eight hundred.]

[Uncle Zhang said, the court was in turmoil, ignoring this frontier land, and in recent years there were not even military pay and food supplies.]

[I was very confused: "Then why do we stay here? We can go somewhere else to farm, mom said: farming can fill our bellies, we don’t need to die here..."]

["Our home is here." Uncle Zhang sighed, voice low, then fell into silence.]

[Looking at the uncles in front of me, memories of my mother, brother, sister, and also Uncle Zhang’s children surfaced in my mind, this was the meaning of the relocated soldiers of the Celestial Dynasty and their families.]

[If the city falls, your entire family dies.]

The time——]

[Where is the Emperor? And where is the Divine General?]

[In my mind, only three simple thoughts remain: "No more hunger," "Eat meat in big bites," "Eat meat together with everyone."]

[I lower my head, gripping the lance in my hand tightly, and I was born with this ability.]

[Seven days later, Uncle Zhang pointed to the tribe ahead: "Their tribe has about three hundred strong young men, and when they leave, they leave thirty young men to guard the home. At that time, we’ll act immediately."]

[The other uncles found it a bit tricky.]

[There are only about ten of us, with no heavy armor and no "Military Generals" to lead the charge. Each of us has to handle at least three people.]

[Uncle Zhang was helpless. This is already the weakest "Alien Race Tribe"; the weaker ones have long become slaves. Other tribes have at least a hundred young men staying behind, but if this "hunt" fails, half of our family will starve or freeze to death this winter.]

[With me here this time, Uncle Zhang is confident and plans to rob openly. He keeps reminding me to remember one word: "Kill!"]

[After quietly lurking for three days, the young men of that tribe set off to plunder. My uncles and I masked ourselves and charged into the tribe at night. I casually thrust the lance in my hand through an alien’s throat, pulling out the lance as blood gushed out.]

[That was my first time killing people, and I killed many.]

[I felt nothing unusual.]

[Everything went smoothly.]

[Uncle Zhang skillfully began herding the cattle and sheep.]

[Besides the cattle and sheep, I stood dazed, looking at the expressions of the people, both men and women, who were naked. Uncle Zhang said that in the eyes of the alien race, we were also "cattle and sheep."]

[Are we the prey of the alien race?]

[The uncles drove the herd back, but that was the most dangerous time because we could encounter the alien race on the grassland. Uncle Zhang and I took turns being vigilant, sometimes killing and eating wolves; wolf meat was not tasty.]

[The first three days were calm as Uncle Zhang expertly avoided large groups of aliens, but our luck ran out when we stumbled upon three aliens; I shot them down one by one with my bow. Uncle Zhang recognized the bodies and his face changed dramatically.]

[The appearance of alien scouts meant there was a large tribal force within a ten li radius.]

[Uncle Zhang immediately decided to abandon most of the cattle and sheep, each person leading three back home, because the aliens would definitely give up chasing them to capture the livestock. On the grassland, a human life wasn’t worth a sheep.]

[We hurriedly left.]

[The alien troops watched the cattle and sheep fleeing in all directions and did not chase but instead caught the livestock. One of the scouts was the brother of a centurion; his eyes were red, staring at his brother’s corpse, seeking revenge.]

[The alien centurion led his men to chase us for thirty li continuously, finally catching up to us.]

[They were numerous and elite cavalry, stronger than Uncle Zhang by a grade.]

[Uncle Zhang was pale, knowing this time there was no escape. He told us to abandon the cattle and sheep, each fleeing in a different direction. Our survival depended on our fate.]

[He instructed me: "Run, don’t look back."]

[Everyone chose their escape route, but I remained standing, watching their departing figures, then silently turned around.]

["Just a kid, charge!" The centurion sneered, his gaze sweeping over my thin frame, waving his curved blade wantonly.]

[Standing on the hillside, holding my lance, I watched calmly as the noisy aliens charged towards me like a tide.]

["Kill!"]

[I suddenly spurred my horse, charging bravely. At that moment, it felt like some invisible shackles within me were breaking. I felt my strength increasing continuously. The lance in my hand broke during the fierce battle, so I grabbed another weapon nearby.]

[My weapons swung like a fierce storm, no one could withstand a single strike from me. The aliens fell like wheat fields swept by the wind.]

[It was a bloody massacre.]

[Fear spread like wildfire, rapidly spreading, followed by a complete rout of the aliens. Every arrow was precise and ruthless, taking a vibrant life, and finally, only a few aliens managed to escape. Those indifferent eyes, cold as frost, became a nightmare they could never erase from their hearts.]

[Slowly, I put down the bow, looking around, seeing vast fields of grass stained red with blood. My body’s strength was rapidly dissipating. Hunger attacked me, and I sat exhausted on the first alien corpse I pierced, retrieving a piece of dry food and a jug of wine from his chest.]

[Uncle Zhang looked back, confirming no aliens pursued us. Puzzled, he heard the aliens’ tragic cries echoing in his ears, deciding to investigate further.]

[He cautiously approached, and the sight shocked him—a mountain of corpses piled up messily, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.]

[And in the center of the corpse pile sat a thin young boy...]

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