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Rebirth: The Cultivator Son-in-Law

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Once a worthless son-in-law, now reborn with the power of an Immortal Emperor. He returns to rewrite fate, crush enemies, and protect the one he failed before. A tale of revenge, cultivation, and domination begins!
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Return from the Dead

"Sigh... Our new son-in-law really was born under an unlucky star. Died on his wedding night... and by a balloon, no less."

"Tell me about it. Still... maybe it's for the best. At least Miss won't be forced into anything anymore."

"Don't say that! Even if he married into the Mo family, they signed the papers. Now that this has happened, Miss's life might just get harder."

"You have a point... Tch. He was a good-for-nothing when alive, and now he's even more of a headache dead. Poor Miss."

Outside a hospital room in Qingzhou City, two maids in uniform whispered back and forth, unaware that every word passed clearly into the ears of the young man lying on the hospital bed inside.

That young man—his head wrapped in bloodied bandages, the sheets beneath him stained red—was the very "useless" son-in-law they were gossiping about.

Ye Xuan.

He wasn't dead.

To be precise, he had died, but now... he had come back to life.

Outwardly, nothing seemed to have changed. But inside, this body had been overtaken by a different soul.

Coincidentally, this soul was also named Ye Xuan.

Unlike the former owner of this body, the new Ye Xuan was once a supreme cultivator of the Immortal Realm, betrayed by his own men and lured into a trap.

At death's door, he detonated the stars themselves in a forbidden technique, intending to take his enemies with him. But in the explosion, a rift tore through space and time—and a sliver of his soul fell through, cast adrift to Earth.

That soul fragment ended up right here, in this mortal body.

By the time Ye Xuan arrived, the body's former owner had already been declared dead. Only a lingering remnant of his soul remained.

Ye Xuan instinctively devoured it.

With his cultivation, digesting a mortal's soul should have been trivial. But this remnant... resisted. It refused to be erased.

Curious, Ye Xuan probed deeper—and discovered the remnant was sustained by a powerful obsession.

"Interesting," he murmured.

After some thought, he chose not to forcibly annihilate it. To do so would stain his Dao heart with resentment—a fatal flaw for someone destined to challenge the heavens.

To remove the threat cleanly, he would need to fulfill the obsession and lay the remnant to rest. Only then could his soul fully merge with this body.

"Very well... I suppose I can live your life for a while."

With that, Ye Xuan focused his mind and connected with the remnant.

Instantly, a flood of fragmented memories surged into his consciousness.

The body's previous owner was the grandson of a famous doctor—a revered figure in Qingzhou, respected by both nobles and commoners alike.

By that lineage, Ye Xuan shouldn't have needed to marry into another family. But the memories offered no explanation, only a vague note that he did so to honor his late father's final wish.

"Both parents dead, huh? That'll save me some trouble," Ye Xuan chuckled.

The soul remnant was weak, so the memories were scattered. But one scene burned vividly: the moment of his death.

And when Ye Xuan saw it, his expression twisted in disbelief.

So that's what they meant by "died from a balloon."

An hour earlier, the grand wedding of the Mo and Ye families was held at the Jade Immortal Pavilion, the top restaurant in town.

Guests packed the hall, the air thick with chatter and laughter.

In the corner stood Ye Xuan, the groom, alone and solemn.

Not far off, a few kids played with a balloon.

One kid lost control—the balloon drifted straight into Ye Xuan's face.

Just as it reached him, it suddenly burst with a loud POP!

Startled, Ye Xuan instinctively stepped back—and tripped over something.

He fell backward. His head slammed against the edge of the stage.

Everything went dark.

By the time he was rushed to the hospital, he was already dead.

Ye Xuan (the cultivator) gave a bitter laugh.

"Dying like that... no wonder this soul clung on so tightly."

But this wasn't just a tragic accident. No... the more Ye Xuan thought about it, the clearer it became: someone had planned it. Someone wanted him dead.

The former Ye Xuan was too distracted to notice who had been nearby, who had tripped him.

"So this is revenge, then?"

He now understood the remnant's obsession.

As he pondered, a soft thump came from the door.

Ye Xuan turned his head just in time to lock eyes with someone peering through the window.

In that instant, time froze.

Then—

SCREEEEEAM!

With a crash, the door burst open. One maid collapsed right at the threshold.

The other stared in shock, pale as a ghost.

Ye Xuan couldn't help but smile. "Hello there."

The girl trembled violently, raised a shaky finger at him, and stammered:

"Z-Z-Zombie!"

Then she, too, fainted dead away.

Ye Xuan sighed, looking at the two unconscious girls.

"Are people always this jumpy around here?"

Before he could say more, hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway.

"More visitors? Hopefully this one has a stronger heart."

He sat up, composed and calm.

Moments later, a gray-haired elder stepped into the room, followed by a young girl.

Ye Xuan recognized her instantly.

Mo Xian'er. His newlywed wife.

And the old man beside her: Mo Yang, her grandfather. The patriarch of the Mo family.

From this moment on, the heavens shall remember the name—Ye Xuan.