Yue zihan looked at his mother who was sitting by his bed and telling him a bedtime story. beautiful blue hair fell over her shoulder like waterfall and merging well with her white night gown that looked more like a royal garment rather than a nightdress. It was knee-length and was made purely out of silk. Her face looked like a fairly descended on earth. Beautifully full shape lips and a small nose that perfectly suited her face. She didn't earn the name of the goddess of beauty incarnate for free.
She looked at him with a smile and continue to tell the bedtime story which was more of a horror story rather than a bedtime story. He had mostly got used to it . At one years old that was not a story to tell to a toddler.
"… he then ripped his throat off to make sure he was dead and hung him by the palace gates as a warning to those who taught to rebel against us will face the same path together with their generation. "
His mother was talking about the fight for the throne that his father won by slaughtering everyone and everything that ever looked at him wrong. It had become part of the story before sleeping she would talk about his glorious deeds little by little with that doting look in her eyes as though she was talking about the most beautiful thing.
Yue zihan was born into royalty and he was set to inherit the throne as their only child. His parents were a love match and treated him like jewels in their hands he was practically spoiled to the bone. His father, yue chenxi, and his mother, chu Milan were the best parents anything child could ask for.
As for Yue zihan he had been reborn into this cultivation world were it was a dog it dog world. On earth he still in college figuring out life and trying to keep his sponsorships as his parents required perfection from their children. He had two older brothers who were pretty success in their lives and would always try to encourage him to work harder with their nose sticking in their asses.
They would blow their own flute just to get their parents smiles while he got those disappointed stares like he was working his ass off just to impress them. That day he had left after a heated argument with his parents and got hit by a bus . It was Soo cliché that he cringed thinking about it. He did love reading webnovels on Isekai but he didn't want to die . He tried to think if he was in any kind of book after getting most of his memories back but nothing. He would comfort himself that maybe he was an extra that could maybe try to escape the pot but still end up in some messed up situations like stealing the protagonist opportunity or something .
This was a cultivation world after all . His mother told him that they were in yang country which was located in the central part of the continent. The continent was divided into five regions western which was mainly covered with snow three quarter of the year, the eastern was normal but the people were not very pretty.
The phoenix city had a phoenix die there and his respectully borrowed from the sects there it's feathers and heart the moment it died under their nose it's body parts were very valuable especially the feathers and the heart. The last was void kingdom that was established along the void river and forest one of the dangers in the continent. All of this was learnt from his mother and he was sure that she sugar-coated most of the things she told him.
Zihan had been scared at first when he came but finding he had powerful parents help a lot although they acted like pure villains. They would practically do anything that would benefit them and him. He liked this life he had everything he could ever ask for