The Return of the King: A Generation of Prodigies

On the quiet, deserted mountain path, Yan Yu was galloping on his horse.

The wanton venting did not reduce his irritability, but made him more and more confused.

Yan Yu pulled the reins to slow the horse's galloping speed until it finally stopped.

Yan Yu dismounted and stood on the edge of the cliff, staring blankly at the dim lights in the city.

He used to believe that a gentleman should not talk about strange things, but now the reality has slapped him in the face. He, Yan Yu, the ghost-faced general of the Yunli Kingdom, died at the last line of defense - Yuping Pass when the country was destroyed.

But who could have imagined that after his death, his soul did not go on the road to the living, but was resurrected as a great-grandfather from a branch of his own family.

His great-grandfather was also named Yan Yu, and like him, he was an unfavored illegitimate son in the family. Due to his mother's frame-up, he was punished to guard the family cemetery.

He suddenly fell ill half a month ago and lost his life because he did not receive timely treatment. He died at dusk. He came through in the middle of the night.

Because the scene was too weird and exciting, it caused quite a bit of panic. Fortunately, the people around him believed that he was just in a short coma for some reason and was not dead. This allowed him to escape and was not burned as a monster.

Putting aside the bizarre event of rebirth and resurrection, what confused Yan Yu was that if he was allowed to live again, why did he travel through time decades later and return to an era when even his father was not born, and was reborn into the Yan family.

What is God’s purpose in making such an arrangement?

He felt a vague unease, a constant feeling that he had come here on some sort of mission. This uncertainty about the future made him uncomfortable and resentful. He preferred to strategize and keep things under his control; once things slipped out of his grasp, he would panic.

Yan Yu breathed a sigh of relief and moved his left arm as usual. The pain he remembered did not come as expected, which reminded him that the person who was alive now was no longer the same person as before.

The biggest advantage of living a new life is probably that compared to his previous body which was old and full of injuries, this body is young and energetic. Apart from being a little weak, there is nothing wrong with it.

Yan Yu looked up and gazed into the distance, his heart filled with sorrow and grief. Even if he were to live again, some things could not be changed. If possible, he would rather give this chance to live again to the person he had cared about all his life. It was a pity that there was no if in this world.

Today was her living sacrifice, but now he didn't even have the chance to sneak a peek and pay his respects to her.

For him, this was the greatest sorrow of life. Coming back to life was not a joy or reward for him, but a punishment. He was unable to protect her and caused her to suffer so much humiliation. In the end, his little girl hated him so much. She had never appeared in his dreams once when he was alive in his previous life, and it was even more impossible in this life.

"Third Young Master." The distant shouting accompanied by intermittent gasps pulled Yan Yu back to reality from his own guilt and world.

Yan Yu reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes and sorted out his emotions. He was now a different Yan Yu and couldn't let anyone see anything unusual.

"Third Young Master, I finally found you. Oh, I'm so tired, so exhausted." The person who came was Ping An, the servant who served Yan Yu.

"Why did you come to see me so urgently?" Yan Yu's face was calm, and he hid his emotions very well.

"Third Young Master, what else do you want to ask? You are very weak, and you really don't take the doctor's words seriously at all." Ping An was already exhausted after running all the way, and saying so many words in a row almost cost him his life.

"You can't trust everything the doctor says. I know my body well, and it's nothing serious." In his previous life, Yan Yu was a military general with a very strong body. Although his body is a little weak now, his foundation is good after all, so he won't die easily.

"Oh, my son, don't you know how bad your health is?" Ping An widened his eyes, thinking that the serious illness more than a month ago might have really turned his son into a fool.

In the past, the young master only cared about reading books of sages, but now, he is not seen going to the study all day long. He either sits there in a daze or rides around on horseback. I don’t know what beautiful scenery this Yunwu Mountain has that attracts the young master so much that he wants to live here.

However, there is a question that Ping An still hasn't figured out: when did his son learn to ride a horse? He has been with his son for all these years but has never seen him ride a horse. It turns out that he unlocked a new skill after being sick.

"Are all the things ready?" Yan Yuke didn't know what Ping An was thinking, and of course he didn't care.

"It's ready." Ping An handed over a basket of various fruits.

Yan Yu took the basket and said, "Okay, you go back first. I will go back after I finish the worship."

Ping'an opened his mouth to ask Yan Yu who he was going to worship. The young master had been alone these years, and apart from him and Uncle Fu, he had never seen him close to anyone else.

A close friend suddenly appeared out of nowhere and he even wanted to worship him in person. Moreover, the offerings he made were all the best, especially the ringo, which was a rare treasure.

But when he met Yan Yu's eyes, Ping An swallowed his words back into his stomach.

Yan Yu arranged the offerings, gazed into the distance, and said to himself, "Today is your living sacrifice. I cannot go to the Taimiao, so I can only worship here."

"Little girl, may your next life be peaceful and smooth, unconstrained by anything, free as the wind, and just be yourself."