Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

[The fierce tiger youth suddenly threw down the prey on his shoulder and hurriedly ran towards home, his heart burning with anxiety.]

[Inside the dim room, shadows were sparse, and the mother’s breath on the sickbed was weak, as if it could dissipate at any moment. The older brother and sister silently kept vigil by her side.]

[The sister whispered that the most renowned doctor in the county had already visited and declared there was no way to save her. The mother’s body could at most hold on for a few more weeks, urging us to prepare for the aftermath.]

[In this place, people’s lifespans are generally short, barely reaching thirty years. The hardships, cold, and hunger of only a dozen years gradually erode the body like a heavy burden. Once these accumulate to the extreme, they erupt like a mountain flood.]

[This disease is not something mortal doctors can cure.]

[The fierce tiger youth looked at his comatose mother. He clenched his fists as domineering Gang Qi surged through him, capable of smashing a small mountain with one punch, but so what?]

[It turned out there were things in this world that his "strength" couldn’t achieve.]

[The youth sought Uncle Zhang for help.]

[In this world, there are Qi Cultivators, among them those who have attained the Dao, who can risk "Dao Practice" to defy the heavens and change fate, possessing the ability to resurrect the dead and flesh out white bones.]

[But "Dao Practice" is the foundation of cultivation. No Qi Cultivator would risk their cultivation just for a mere mortal, let alone that Qi Cultivators dwell in famous mountains and rivers, rarely seen by others.]

[Now seeking those Qi Cultivators, it would be too late.]

[The youth sat on the rooftop, staring at the sky.]

[If... someone could save my mother’s life, I would use this strength to go through mountains of blades and seas of fire to save you...]

["Brother, a troop of soldiers has come outside the city..." Just then, a young boy came to report.]

[The fierce tiger youth, already troubled by his mother’s situation, had a gloomy expression. Without a word, he picked up his halberd and walked towards the city gate.]

[When the youth arrived, the city gate was already open. On the ground lay the corpses of a few old soldiers who guarded the city. Among the leaders were three people, an old man and a young boy both dressed in Daoist robes with an immortal aura, and the other was a military general in attire, holding a long-handled broadsword, exuding majesty.

Behind them followed about three hundred soldiers, all impeccably armed, their armor bright and their formation orderly, not at all like the ragtag bunch of the alien race. At a glance, even though the youth was not versed in military matters, he knew they were well-trained elite soldiers.]

[The youth initially felt anger, then his gaze turned to the elder and younger Daoists, a peculiar glint in his eyes.]

[Before the military general could speak, the youth’s figure suddenly flashed, his halberd like a flood dragon going out to sea, sweeping horizontally.]

["Well met!" The military general was not frightened but delighted. To think there was such a genius in this borderland, he leaped, surrounded by white Gang Qi, "Come, let this general have a taste of your skill..."]

[The moment his broadsword and halberd clashed, a terrifying force traveled up the blade, causing his face to turn pale as paper.]

[Boom!]

[With a loud crash, the military general’s body was split in two, the heavier half fell to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust. The surrounding soldiers, witnessing the scene, were all dumbstruck, terror spreading wantonly across their faces.]

["Avenge the general..." one of the soldiers shouted.]

[The voice was cut short.]

[A pitch-black shadow rampaged through the crowd, the screams of agony and pleas for mercy ceaseless. The youth with the halberd wore a frosty expression, ignoring all cries and wails around him until all sounds faded into silence, and no one was left standing.]

[The youth with the halberd massacred the three hundred soldiers, the bodies piled into a gruesome mountain of blood. He stood atop the corpse mountain, eyes like torches, coldly staring at the motionless elder and younger Daoists.]

[In the face of this death god-like existence, their throats dry, all they could do was swallow down their fear, not daring to breathe heavily, for fear that any movement would bring down a calamitous disaster.]

["Qi Cultivators?"]

[Hearing the childish voice, the elder and younger Daoists quickly nodded.]

["Can you perform healing magic?" The fierce tiger youth asked softly.]

["No... can, can, can." The elder said as soon as he saw the youth’s slightly cold gaze. Even if they couldn’t, they must.]

[The youth took the two Daoists and left.]

[At this time, Uncle Zhang hurried over with dozens of people, gasping at the devastation and the familiar armor on the military general’s body.]

["Soldiers..." he murmured lowly.]

[At this point, he could only take remedial measures.]

["Quickly clean up the scene. Bury all these armors and weapons. Remember, not a word of this should be mentioned to anyone." Uncle Zhang solemnly instructed the crowd behind him.]

["Yes." The people behind quickly moved into action, beginning to clean up the battlefield while the nearby women, leading children, silently cleaned the blood-stained ground.]

[In this borderland, the fierce tiger youth held such authority that even with his own hands killing the "Emperor’s Envoy," the others would tacitly join forces to conceal it.]

...

[The two Daoists captured by the youth busied themselves inside the house all night. However, the old woman, as emaciated as a skeleton, showed no sign of improvement in her illness, yet they dared not slow their hands for a moment.]

[Behind them, the youth with the halberd stood like a cold statue, silent yet like an invisible death sentence, instilling chills in others.]

[They barely had ten years of Dao Practice, just stepping onto the path of cultivation, practicing only some "small techniques" which were barely effective even on a vigorous martial artist, let alone to resurrect the dead and flesh out white bones.]

["Can she really not be saved?" The youth with the halberd suddenly asked, his voice cold as the wind.]

[The younger Daoist, already terrified, fell to his knees, responding with a trembling voice: "My lord, it’s not that this humble one is incompetent, but this old woman’s lifespan is exhausted, and medicines are useless. Saving her life would be defying the heavens. We Qi Cultivators abide by the Celestial Dao, how dare we easily defy the heavens?"]

[As soon as the words were spoken, the Daoist’s body stiffened, and a large halberd was already at his neck, its cold touch.

"Can this, defy the heavens for you?"

The young Daoist was almost scared out of his wits by the god of death, "Sir, I admit I lied, I’m just a novice who’s been cultivating for a few hundred years. Even if I wanted to defy the heavens, I don’t have that ability."

The halberd-wielding youth turned his gaze to the old Daoist; this man’s hair was white, but his face youthful, clearly possessing a cultivation far deeper than the young Daoist’s.

The old Daoist immediately knelt down, crying out, "My senior uncle has cultivated for decades longer than a little Daoist like me, he couldn’t do it, so how could my level of Dao practice possibly be enough."

The halberd-wielding youth paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the two, only to find that the young Daoist’s Dao practice was even more profound,

"Forget it, come out with me then."

Upon hearing this, the young Daoist exchanged a gleeful glance with the old Daoist. Just as he was about to step half a foot out of the courtyard, his "spiritual sense" suddenly exploded. Looking up, he saw an enormous halberd appear in his vision, growing larger.

With a "boom,"

in an instant, the two bodies were torn into a blood mist by the tremendous force.

"Not dead?"

The youth retrieved the halberd and was about to turn and leave when his steps inexplicably paused. An undissipated force within him reminded him that the "enemy" he regarded was still alive in this world.

"Fake?"

Once again, he lifted the halberd, his eyes sharp as he scanned his surroundings, which were so silent that not even a whisper of wind could be heard.

Realizing this, his body instantly "evolved"!

Suddenly, his eyes brightened, a flash of golden light flickering within.

Accompanied by a crisp "click," it seemed as if the entire world shattered at this moment, transforming into countless fragments.

Far away a hundred feet, the young Daoist, suffering severe backlash from his magical power, suddenly spat blood, his face turning ashen pale.

Monster?!

Even a Martial Artist of Divine General Level, once trapped in this illusion realm, would have their five senses muddled. Even if they knew it was an illusion, it was by no means easy to break free using the power of a "Dharma Aspect," it would at least require some time.

Yet this Martial Artist broke the restraint of the "illusion realm" in the blink of an eye!

Immediately, a fierce gust of wind swept in from behind, the sense of oppression leaving the young Daoist no time to look back.

"Sir, please hold your hand!! I still have a way!!!" He could not afford to think and blurted out immediately.

The halberd hummed above, suspended over the young Daoist’s head.

The young Daoist collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Three breaths’ time." The youth’s tone was calm but carried an undeniable authority.

"I was originally cultivating quietly in the mountains. The Inspector invited me to come down, only to assist General Li in capturing the core figure among the Taiping Dao’s rebels together."

"This person is extraordinary, an enlightened master with over five hundred years of profound Dao practice, and the Taiping Daoist Skill helps the distressed, excels at saving people!"

The young Daoist took a deep breath, quickly explaining the method.

"...Where is that person now?"

"He was injured by a Divine General’s Dharma Aspect and is currently hiding in the city!"

"Got it."

Before he finished speaking, the youth’s halberd had already pierced into the young Daoist’s chest.

The young Daoist’s eyes widened, fingers trembling as he pointed at the youth, lips moving slightly, "You... you...", then his fingers drooped heavily, head tilted, breathless.

"Really dead?"

The youth clenched his fists tightly, feeling the extra force within him rapidly dissipating. He had originally just wanted to test the "Qi Cultivator’s" capability, never expecting the other to fall so easily under his halberd.

If dead, then let it be.

[The youth immediately ordered the entire city to assist in searching for suspicious outsiders.]

[Within merely half an hour, a woman found a Yellow Robe Daoist lying in a pool of blood in a secluded alley.]

[The Yellow Robe Daoist was severely injured, blood continuously gushing like a spring, dyeing the ground around him red. Upon seeing this, the youth bandaged every bleeding wound on the Daoist.]

[As for survival?]

[Do the best, leave the rest to the Celestial Mandate.]

[The next day, the Daoist’s condition miraculously improved, slowly opening his heavy eyelids.]

[At that moment, the cold halberd silently pressed against the Yellow Robe Daoist’s throat.]

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