The room was filled with tension as Ye Xuan stood, his body slowly adjusting to the influx of power that had been dormant for so long. His gaze was sharp and focused, scanning the room with renewed awareness.

“Leng Qingcheng, what’s happening?” Ye Xuan asked, his voice commanding, yet calm.

Leng Qingcheng was taken aback by the sudden change in his demeanor. She had never seen Ye Xuan so alert, so full of power. She knew that this moment was significant, but she didn’t understand how Ye Xuan had awakened.

“You… you’ve awakened!” Leng Qingcheng exclaimed, her voice filled with both awe and fear. “But how?”

Ye Xuan’s eyes flickered with a mysterious light. “I remember everything. I was reborn. The knowledge… the skills… they’re all still within me. And with them, I will exact my revenge.”

With a subtle motion of his hand, Ye Xuan summoned a needle from thin air—a needle crafted from pure energy. He began to perform the intricate movements of the Magical Thirteen Needles, a technique that had been passed down in his previous life.

The needles glowed with a soft, radiant light as they penetrated the air, each one carrying with it the power to heal or to harm. Ye Xuan’s mastery of this technique was unparalleled, and in mere moments, the needles were embedded in the air, creating a barrier of power that seemed to hum with energy.

Leng Qingcheng watched in awe as Ye Xuan completed the technique. “Incredible… this technique…” she whispered.

Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed. “It is time to begin.”The room was filled with tension as Ye Xuan stood, his body slowly adjusting to the influx of power that had been dormant for so long. His gaze was sharp and focused, scanning the room with renewed awareness.

“Leng Qingcheng, what’s happening?” Ye Xuan asked, his voice commanding, yet calm.

Leng Qingcheng was taken aback by the sudden change in his demeanor. She had never seen Ye Xuan so alert, so full of power. She knew that this moment was significant, but she didn’t understand how Ye Xuan had awakened.

“You… you’ve awakened!” Leng Qingcheng exclaimed, her voice filled with both awe and fear. “But how?”

Ye Xuan’s eyes flickered with a mysterious light. “I remember everything. I was reborn. The knowledge… the skills… they’re all still within me. And with them, I will exact my revenge.”

With a subtle motion of his hand, Ye Xuan summoned a needle from thin air—a needle crafted from pure energy. He began to perform the intricate movements of the Magical Thirteen Needles, a technique that had been passed down in his previous life.

The needles glowed with a soft, radiant light as they penetrated the air, each one carrying with it the power to heal or to harm. Ye Xuan’s mastery of this technique was unparalleled, and in mere moments, the needles were embedded in the air, creating a barrier of power that seemed to hum with energy.

Leng Qingcheng watched in awe as Ye Xuan completed the technique. “Incredible… this technique…” she whispered.

Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed. “It is time to begin.”The room was filled with tension as Ye Xuan stood, his body slowly adjusting to the influx of power that had been dormant for so long. His gaze was sharp and focused, scanning the room with renewed awareness.

“Leng Qingcheng, what’s happening?” Ye Xuan asked, his voice commanding, yet calm.

Leng Qingcheng was taken aback by the sudden change in his demeanor. She had never seen Ye Xuan so alert, so full of power. She knew that this moment was significant, but she didn’t understand how Ye Xuan had awakened.

“You… you’ve awakened!” Leng Qingcheng exclaimed, her voice filled with both awe and fear. “But how?”

Ye Xuan’s eyes flickered with a mysterious light. “I remember everything. I was reborn. The knowledge… the skills… they’re all still within me. And with them, I will exact my revenge.”

With a subtle motion of his hand, Ye Xuan summoned a needle from thin air—a needle crafted from pure energy. He began to perform the intricate movements of the Magical Thirteen Needles, a technique that had been passed down in his previous life.

The needles glowed with a soft, radiant light as they penetrated the air, each one carrying with it the power to heal or to harm. Ye Xuan’s mastery of this technique was unparalleled, and in mere moments, the needles were embedded in the air, creating a barrier of power that seemed to hum with energy.

Leng Qingcheng watched in awe as Ye Xuan completed the technique. “Incredible… this technique…” she whispered.

Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed. “It is time to begin.”