The Otherworldly God

Chapter 6 Rebirth and Travel

In the darkness, my consciousness is still there, but all my senses have disappeared, an indescribable magical feeling.

Le Zheng Yuhua didn't know how long this situation would last, and she was unable to move, so she couldn't open her mouth to ask.

Suddenly, my body seemed to be pulled down by something, as if I was falling from a great height. I felt a strong sense of weightlessness and breathing became difficult. When I was about to fall to the ground, I suddenly woke up with a start.

Le Zheng Yuhua sat up, breathing heavily, and quickly looked around. He was not in the hospital, nor was he in his original dream. It looked like a rock cave.

It was dark, with only a faint light coming through the cracks in the rocks, illuminating the cave interior.

The walls of the cave are covered with strange textures, like traces of time.

Behind him was like the throat of a giant snake, bottomless and you could even hear the sound of water dripping.

Such caves were not uncommon, he had encountered them before.

"Is this another world?"

"You're awake!"

A small head suddenly appeared in front of him. Le Zheng Yuhua pushed off the floor reflexively, and jumped away. His body was so light that it seemed as if it was not his own.

Looking at his hands, he realized that they were smaller, just like a child's hands. Then he realized that the clothes on his body had become different, and they looked like those worn in costume dramas on TV.

(I occasionally watch TV series with Mu Xin. In 2001, there happened to be a very popular time-travel drama.)

"Have I traveled through time?"

"what happened to you?"

She came closer again, and Le Zheng Yuhua subconsciously dodged to the side. Then she began to look carefully at the person who was speaking in front of her, like a little elf (Mu Xin likes TV series, movies, and animations with magical themes).

Bright eyes, a petite body, a pair of wings that seem to appear and disappear behind her, a purple skirt, bare feet, golden hair hanging down behind her, and a flower crown on her head.

Le Zheng Yuhua remembered that person said that this world was different, and quickly accepted her settings.

"What is this place?"

"Don't you remember? Did you hit your head when you fell into the water? Come..."

She came closer again, and Le Zheng Yuhua subconsciously dodged back again.

"It's okay, it will be fine soon."

Not knowing what she was going to do, and wanting to see what she could do, Le Zheng Yuhua had no choice but to stand there obediently.

She put her hands on her head. She felt warm at first, but suddenly there was a sharp pain. Before Le Zheng Yuhua could react, she lost consciousness.

It seemed like a dream, but also like something I had personally experienced, as scenes appeared before my eyes.

Le Zheng Yuhua, eight years old this year, is a member of the Le Zheng family of the Dao League. When he was six years old, he followed his father's junior fellow apprentice Le Zheng Yangyan to the Le Zheng family of Jimenguan for the first time. At that time, he was holding a sword in his arms, and from what others said, it seemed to be a very famous sword.

His father and uncle Yue Zhengyangyan disappeared during a mission, so when he brought himself back to the family, no one believed his identity. Judging from the reactions of the people around him, the truth behind the disappearance must be complicated.

Lezheng Yuhua did not want to stay in Lezheng, but Lezheng Yangyan told him that no matter what happened, he must live on as a Taoist priest of Lezheng and make a name for himself.

Only the strong have the chance to find the truth.

Not long after, he abandoned her and disappeared again. The six-year-old Le Zheng Yuhua had nowhere to go and could only stay in Jimen Pass. However, his life in Jimen Pass was not easy. There were many people who did not recognize that he was of Le Zheng's bloodline. In addition, his Taoist qualifications were not high, and his level was below average, so he could only do logistics in Le Zheng. Therefore, he was often bullied and framed, which led to his reputation among the elders getting worse and worse.

"You are a bastard who I don't know where you came from. You are not worthy of owning the Heavenly Sword. Hand it over."

"This is my thing."

Le Zheng Yuhua was holding the Heavenly Sword, his body trembling, but there was no trace of fear on his face.

"The Heavenly Sword is a treasure for all the people in the world. How could it possibly belong to a useless bastard like you?"

As they spoke, they teamed up to snatch his sword and beat him severely.

In Le Zheng's family, there was a very kind woman named Le Zhengfang.

"Instructor Lin?"

She was exactly like Lin Fang, but not as serious as her. Seeing his bruised face, she would always ask, "Yuhua, what happened to you?"

"fine."

After being bullied for two whole years, how could Le Zheng Yuhua not know that they would not care about his life or death? In his opinion, this woman often cared about him only for the Heavenly Sword in his hand.

Later, he heard that the peers who bullied him were punished, but the Heavenly Sword was taken away on the grounds that he was young and was being kept by his family, which further strengthened his opinion of Le Zhengfang.

"Bastard, you dare to tell tales."

He was taken to the river, beaten severely again, and verbally humiliated. This time, Le Zheng Yuhua finally fought back and pushed one of them down. As a result, the other person stood up and pushed him into the river in anger.

Unexpectedly, the river was so turbulent that he was swept out in the blink of an eye and drowned. The person who pushed him was anxious, and the people around him were even more anxious, trying to find someone to save him, but the person who was pushed grabbed him.

"Go back and say he slipped and fell into the river. If anyone dares to tell others, I will not forgive him."

Le Zheng Yuhua had no idea whether they went back to find people to search and rescue.

"So that's what happened. Does that mean the original owner drowned?"

"Do you remember it?"

"Well, thank you."

Le Zheng Yuhua stood up. Since he had become this person, he should live with his identity. Fortunately, this person had the same name as him, which was also a kind of fate.

"Where are you going?"

Le Zheng Yuhua was stunned for a moment before replying, "Go home."

"Don't you want your things anymore?"

Le Zheng Yuhua looked over and saw a sword lying on the ground. It was the stolen Heavenly Sword. Although he didn't know clearly why it was there, he had a vague feeling that he was saved by it.

Le Zheng Yuhua went over to pick it up and weighed it. It still had a certain weight. No matter what weapon it was, as long as you took a look at it in your hand, you would use it a little bit. So, even if you have never used a sword, it still feels good to hold it in your hand.

Le Zheng Yuhua tried to pull it out, but couldn't. Then he remembered that Le Zheng Yuhua also couldn't pull it out at all. This was one of the reasons why those people said that the sword did not belong to him.

The elf hesitated and hesitated, but finally mustered up the courage to ask: "Well, can I go with you?"

The voice was very soft, as if testing.

Le Zheng Yuhua thought about it and agreed since she was also his savior.

"A sword and an elf at the beginning? Not bad."