I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

"Young Master, Young Master!"

The girl’s deliberately hushed voice was laced with anxiety and terror.

"Young Master, wake up, Young Master!" After calling out a few more times, her voice was already on the verge of tears.

’Where am I?’

’Who is this Young Master?’

’Who... am I?’

From the void, a cry that could topple mountains and overturn seas seemed to resound: "We pay our respects to Yu Zhenchuan!"

"Congratulations to Master You De on achieving Longevity and Vision, and walking the Great Dao!"

A woman’s resentful voice seemed to say, "Should you ever use Possession, I will find you."

Another woman said, "Remember, come find me!"

There was a flash of sword light, so brilliant it was beyond description, causing even heaven and earth to lose their color. It could slay gods and slaughter buddhas.

There was a monkey, clad in tattered armor, baring its teeth in a snarl.

"Sword, come!"

The monkey brandished its Bone Staff, but that single sword strike annihilated it, reducing it to scattered ash.

The one who unleashed that sword strike... was me...

I am Yu Fei... and also Du Youqian.

This time, Du Youqian quickly regained his sense of self.

The Core Formation he had achieved in his past life had brought him immeasurable benefits.

He opened his eyes and saw the girl shaking him insistently and whispering to him.

By the faint firelight, he saw that the girl’s pretty face was smudged with the grime of sleeping outdoors, and the hem of her expensive dress was tattered and torn.

And behind her was a dense thicket of trees.

This clearly wasn’t Xianlai Castle.

She whispered, "Young Master, you’re awake! Hurry, we have to run! Earlier this evening, I saw Old Fu acting suspiciously, writing something on the ground. He must be planning to betray us!"

Du Youqian sat up quickly.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he felt how weak he was.

’This body is so pathetic?’

He quickly used the Great Divine Ability, "Knowing the Celestial Mandate," to sense his own condition.

’Holy crap!’

’Only two years of life remaining!’

’Forget treatment. Might as well just wait to die. I’m checking out.’

’Die early, reincarnate early. After eighteen years, I’ll be a hero once again.’

’To have a Celestial Spirit Root but such a terrible body... what rotten luck.’

He sized up the girl for a moment and quickly recalled her name: Qing He.

She was a house-born servant, sent to his chambers to clean and wait on him ever since she was a child. She was his personal handmaiden.

’And as for me... I have a shitty name.’

Baili Jianxin.

’Could it be any tackier?’

’Did someone transmigrate *Rurouni Kenshin* over here or what?’

But he soon found the reason for the name in his memories.

’No wonder...’ Du Youqian could only give a wry smile.

’Turns out, right after he was born, he hadn’t maintained control and accidentally leaked a trace of his Sword Intent. Just a basic operation, nothing to get excited about.’

In his memories, up until he was about ten, wherever he went, nearby swords would ring out and pay homage to him. It was simply miraculous.

His father in this life, Baili Yingxiong, had wanted him to practice the saber, but he couldn’t stand everyone’s constant nagging and eventually let him try practicing the sword.

As a result, he learned any swordsmanship technique instantly and perfected it with ease. A casual day of training would make him look like an old Jianghu veteran with thirty years of experience.

When he was only ten, the swordsmanship masters Baili Yingxiong had hired could only shake their heads and say, "I’m sorry, I really have nothing left to teach him."

"You had best find someone more qualified. My talent in the Way of the Sword is limited, and I cannot hold back your noble son."

If the Wu Kingdom’s number one Swordsman, Long Youming, hadn’t been traveling abroad, he probably would have shown up at their door long ago, begging to teach him swordsmanship.

’But why is my body in such bad shape?’

Du Youqian soon found the answer in his memories.

Just as he was about to turn eleven, he had suddenly fallen ill one day without any warning.

Although Baili Yingxiong spared no expense to save him, and he didn’t die, from then on he became listless and withdrawn, his miraculous abilities gone.

In his memories, Baili Yingxiong had taken him everywhere seeking treatment, consulting all sorts of miracle doctors and famous physicians, but their verdict was unanimous: unless an Immortal intervened, he was incurable.

Later, Baili Yingxiong took him on a long journey alone, claiming he was seeking a miracle doctor from a foreign land. After they returned, he never spoke of treatment again.

Everyone else thought Baili Yingxiong had really taken his child abroad to find a miracle doctor.

But what Du Youqian saw in his memories was...

Baili Yingxiong had actually taken him up Yu Kun Mountain to the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion!

’What kind of divine plot twist is this?!’

’Besides, wasn’t I supposed to have good fortune and turn calamities into blessings before the age of eighteen?’

’Fine, so not dying from a terminal illness and getting to eke out a few more miserable years is what counts as turning calamity into blessing, right?’

"Young Master, Young Master! We have to run!" Qing He’s tearful voice interrupted Du Youqian’s thoughts.

Du Youqian glanced at her and quickly sorted through the recent events in his mind.

Three months ago, a fire had suddenly broken out at Xianlai Castle in the middle of the night. A group of masked men had stormed in, killing everyone they saw.

That night, the sounds of slaughter shook the heavens, the stench of blood was overpowering, thick smoke filled the air, and the glow of the fire stained the sky red.

Du Youqian had personally witnessed many house servants and attendants being killed, and saw many Xianlai Castle disciples beheaded with a single sword strike—no, that wasn’t right. As he recalled their attacks more closely, Du Youqian realized the masked men were using swordsmanship principles to wield sabers, beheading people with a single slash of the blade.

Those masked men were clearly expert swordsmen, but for some unknown reason, they had used sabers in their attack.

Recalling that night, Du Youqian found it was riddled with suspicious points.

The Xianlai Castle disciples he knew had all been weak and limp-limbed, unable to display even a tenth of their usual strength. They had likely been poisoned and were completely out of sorts.

Several people who had worked or practiced Martial Arts at Xianlai Castle for years had turned traitor during the attack. They must have been moles bought off long ago, or perhaps they were sleepers planted years, or even more than a decade, ago.

Not knowing how many people from Xianlai Castle had survived, Du Youqian had escaped with the help of several of Baili Yingxiong’s disciples, a few old servants including Old Fu, and his personal maid, Qing He.

Afterward, he was relentlessly pursued. Baili Yingxiong’s disciples had all perished, and of the old servants, only Old Fu remained.

With his limbs weak, his Martial Arts completely gone, and his body frail and sickly, it was a miracle he had survived the pursuit until now...

’Well, it must be because of the "turn calamity into blessing before age 18" buff...’

Du Youqian hadn’t personally seen Baili Yingxiong be killed.

But judging by the relentless pursuit he had faced since that night, Baili Yingxiong was most likely dead.

Otherwise, as the Hereditary First-class Marquis of the Wu Kingdom, if Baili Yingxiong were still alive, he would have certainly used official channels to seek revenge and find him by now.

’So, the current situation is...’

’Qing He is accusing Old Fu of being the traitor and wants me to run away immediately.’

Du Youqian narrowed his eyes.

’Old Fu is the traitor?’

He gave Qing He a thoughtful look.

More and more memories surfaced.

During their three months on the run, Qing He had hinted and prodded him several times, urging him to retrieve the token of their ancestor, Baili Shang, and find someone to help them.

At the time, Du Youqian, who hadn’t yet awakened his Past Life Memory, thought nothing of it.

But thinking about it now, it was full of suspicious details.

’You’re just a personal maid. How would you know about my ancestor Baili Shang’s token?’

’And how could you be so sure that Baili Shang’s token could bring help?’

’It’s a classic case of the thief crying "stop thief!" You say Old Fu is the traitor, but I think you’re the real traitor.’

’Of course, Old Fu isn’t necessarily innocent either. He bears watching.’

Du Youqian recalled their recent narrow escapes from the jaws of death. The more he thought about it, the more he felt their enemies had deliberately let him go, wanting him, this cripple, to find the ancestral token.

’Their target is Baili Shang’s token!’

’Who was this Baili Shang?’

Du Youqian thought for a long while.

This was just a Mortal’s body, one that had long since suffered a major illness and didn’t have much time left. After months of roughing it outdoors with no regular schedule for rest, it was now on its last legs.

Just the simple act of thinking was enough to make his head split with pain.

But he finally found the memory related to "Baili Shang."

In his previous life, when he had come to the Wu Kingdom to exorcise demons, he had met Yu Ming Master of the Chongzhen Sect and a Foundation Establishment Cultivator from the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion named Zeng Baoming.

Zeng Baoming had been leading a group of Qi Cultivation Disciples out for training, and among them was none other than Baili Shang from Xianlai Castle in the Wu Kingdom!

’So it was him.’

’So, that token must be something that can lead a person to the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion on Yu Kun Mountain.’

’The destruction of Xianlai Castle seems to be a deep and murky business.’

"Young Master, you have to make a decision! If we don’t escape now, we’ll lose our chance! The pursuers will be here any second!" Qing He said anxiously.

"What’s the rush," Du Youqian said lightly. "Let them come. Is there anything to eat? I’m hungry."

Qing He hesitated for a moment, then picked up a satchel from nearby. She took out half a flatbread and said dejectedly, "This is all we have left."

Du Youqian took the flatbread. It was hard as a rock and looked terrible—probably a coarse grain flatbread mixed with wild vegetables.

But for someone who had grown up in luxury, after three months on the run for his life, he hadn’t had a single decent meal. Even a coarse grain flatbread was a rare delicacy.

Moreover, as a Core Formation Master, Du Youqian’s mental state and Cultivation were extremely high.

When conditions allowed, he could enjoy the finest, most exquisite cuisine; when they didn’t, he was perfectly content with simple fare.

So with just a smile, he slowly ate the flatbread.

After finishing, he stood up and stretched a little.

The moon was high in the sky, bright amidst a scattering of stars. The weather was quite good.

It was a little chilly, but still bearable.

If it got any colder, he wouldn’t even have to wait for the pursuers; this body would probably just give out.

Du Youqian glanced at Old Fu, who was sleeping about a hundred feet away. Without waking him, he quietly asked Qing He, "Do you have a sword?"

Qing He became a little agitated. "Young Master, what good would a sword do? You don’t even have the strength to tie up a chicken! Who could you possibly fight? While you still have some energy from eating, we should hurry up and run!"

"Run?" Du Youqian smiled faintly. "No need to run. First, I’ll kill a few people and collect a little interest for the massacre at Xianlai Castle."

Qing He stared at him, her gaze a mixture of disbelief and the look one gives a madman. She seemed to want to ask: ’Do you have any self-awareness at all?’

Du Youqian had no desire to explain himself to her.

He looked around on the ground and easily found a reasonably sturdy tree branch.

He naturally had a short dagger on him for self-defense and cutting. He took it out and, by the firelight, began to intently whittle the branch.

Soon, he held a long, slender wooden sword in his hand.

He examined it carefully and nodded in satisfaction.

Qing He watched him with a look of despair. "Young Master, are you planning to kill people with that?"

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