[Name]: Yue Ming
[Age]: 20 years old
[Identity]: Daughter of the Yue Family Patriarch, Daughter of Heaven
[Cultivation]: Early Stage of Enlightenment Realm
[Physique]: Cicada Veil Yin Physique
[Cultivation Technique]: Ice Heart Spiritual Record, Samsara Rebirth Art (Unawakened)
[Magic Treasure]: Cold Soul Sword (Spiritual Artifact), Reincarnation Immortal Sword (Samsara Artifact, Unawakened)
[Luck Value]: 10,000
[Introduction]: Yue Ming is the reincarnation of a Supreme from ages past. Before her rebirth, she cultivated the Samsara Rebirth Art, drawing covetous eyes and ultimately leading to her being besieged and slain by powerful forces.
Mortally wounded, she had no choice but to activate Samsara Rebirth, vanishing into the cycle of reincarnation.
Years later, she was reborn as the present Yue Ming. Before her powers fully awakened, the Yue Family was destroyed in the chaos that followed her escape with Yue Qingshan, leaving her one of only two survivors.
She fled and sought refuge in Bloodfiend Hall.
At twenty-two, Yue Ming awakened the Samsara Rebirth Art, unlocking the memories of her past life and officially beginning her journey of re-cultivation. Driven by the desire for vengeance, she embarked on a relentless path, honing her skills with unwavering determination.
Armed with the wisdom of her former existence, her progress was astonishing.
She quickly ascended to the Supreme Realm, becoming a tyrannical sovereign who dominated her generation. As Hall Master of Bloodfiend Hall, she emerged as a formidable adversary to the Ye Family.
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That was the information regarding Yue Ming.
When Ye Qian saw that Yue Ming's Luck Value was actually ten thousand, his eyes widened instantly. His breath caught in his throat, and his heart began to race. He had never imagined Yue Ming could possess such an extraordinary Luck Value.
My current Luck Value is negative one thousand. Compared to Yue Ming's, that's a difference of eleven thousand.
Good heavens! Ye Qian exclaimed inwardly.
Staring at his own negative Luck Value, Ye Qian allowed himself a moment of bleak self-pity.
Through the System's introduction, Ye Qian finally grasped that Yue Ming, this Daughter of Heaven, was far from ordinary. In her previous life, she had been a Supreme-level existence—one of the highest ranks even among the great powers.
In first-rate forces of the Immortal Realm, a Supreme-level existence could serve as the backbone and strongest pillar of the entire sect. Even in the most elite clans, like the Ye Family, the number of such powerhouses was exceedingly rare.
Of course, this was only what was publicly known. Behind the scenes, no one could say for certain how many hidden, even more formidable existences each force truly harbored.
Samsara Rebirth Art... It truly lives up to its name.
Nodding to himself, Ye Qian couldn't help but admire Yue Ming's courage in her previous life. When besieged and cornered by overwhelming forces, she had made the bold choice to re-cultivate rather than submit. Such resolve was beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.
But the current Yue Ming had yet to awaken. Her past life memories remained sealed, so her strength had not yet reached its full potential. If she regained her memories, she would likely already stand at the peak of the Enlightenment Realm.
Truly a Daughter of Heaven—her talent shone even before awakening. One could only imagine how high she would soar if she re-cultivated the Samsara Rebirth Art after her memories returned.
The summary had stated she would eventually become a Supreme, one of the highest existences in the Immortal Realm. Her power would be among the foremost, terrifying in its magnitude.
After all, above Supreme were only the Quasi-Emperor and Great Emperor Realms, and the Great Emperor Realm had not been seen for countless years.
For now, Yue Ming had yet to awaken. It was only natural, then, that Ye Qian would take her under his wing and nurture her as his subordinate.
Rather than let her become a thorn in my side, why not transform this Daughter of Heaven into my own loyal pet?
Thinking of this, Ye Qian's gaze swept calmly over Yue Bo and Yue Ming below.
With Ye Qian silent, neither of them dared to rise without permission.
"Patriarch Yue, now that Yue Ming has been entrusted to me, you may return to your clan with peace of mind. From this day forward, she shall be treated as my own—under my protection and care."
His voice was cool and detached, sending a shiver through Yue Ming's heart. She couldn't help but wonder if this distant, imposing figure truly was the same Ye Qian she once knew.
Before, his eyes would light up whenever he saw her, but now he was utterly changed—aloof, commanding, nothing like the impression she held of him.
Yue Bo glanced at his daughter, a pang of helplessness tightening his chest. He longed to protect her, but for the sake of his family, he had no choice but to let her go.
Taking a deep breath, he bowed respectfully. "It is my daughter's honor to be favored by the Young Master. I humbly ask that you overlook her shortcomings. She has been spoiled since childhood, so I beg you to show her patience."
At that moment, all Yue Bo could do was offer these words, praying that Ye Qian would treat his daughter kindly. Yet the future remained uncertain, and he could only hope.
"Very well, Patriarch Yue. If there is nothing else, you may leave."
With a gentle wave of his hand, Ye Qian's emotionless voice came.
"...Yes."
Slightly stunned, Yue Bo still responded, his voice heavy with resignation.
Then, he stood and cast a long, searching look at his daughter, Yue Ming. Before turning to leave, he issued one final command.
"Yue Ming, see to the Young Master's every need without fail. There can be no more mistakes—our family's safety rests upon your diligence."
As he spoke, Yue Bo closed his eyes, the weight of sorrow pressing down on him. As Patriarch of the Yue Family, he should have had the final say over his daughter's fate—yet he did not. The thought pierced his heart, but there was nothing he could do.
Leaving the main hall, Yue Bo walked away alone, the echo of his footsteps marking the distance between him and the daughter he could not protect.
Inside the hall, only Ye Qian and Yue Ming remained.
One sat upon his throne, radiating authority; the other knelt on the ground, her future stretching before her—brimming with both promise and peril.
Given time, Yue Ming's path could have been limitless. But time was the one thing Ye Qian would not grant her now.
Footsteps echoed from above, slow and deliberate, as if descending through the air itself. Yue Ming dared not lift her head. Without protection, she felt utterly exposed—like a lamb awaiting the blade.
Her cultivation was sealed, every ounce of power locked away. All she could do was tremble where she knelt, helpless before the looming presence.
At some point, Ye Qian had appeared before her. His tall figure blocked her vision, the hem of his robes just inches from her downcast eyes.
His voice came softly, close to her ear.
"Are you... afraid of me?"
At the sound, Yue Ming's heart clenched tighter. She feared one thing above all: that Ye Qian would exact a cruel punishment.
Because of her words, he had suffered Qi Deviation, nearly dying. Now that he had recovered, she could only brace herself for retribution.
She stayed silent, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles turned pale, betraying her trembling nerves.
Ye Qian smiled. With a gentle touch, he lifted her chin with his finger.
His eyes, wicked and charming, locked onto hers as he said,
"Don't worry—I won't punish you too harshly. Thanks to you, I was able to gain a new life and become who I am today. I owe everything to you."