Reborn After 3,000 Years, I Adopted the Future Empress - Chapter 1:
Chapter 1: Reborn After Three Thousand Years, the Empress Is Still a Pitiful Little Girl
“The path to ascension? Becoming immortal? It was all part of a monstrous conspiracy…”
“But the matter has come to this—humanity is on the brink of destruction. The only solution… is for all Emperors to ascend!”
On the path to ascension, the Empress Qingshang, clad in white, looked like a figure untouched by dust, her grace unparalleled. Her gaze landed at the end of the path, and it seemed as if she suddenly saw something forbidden. A streak of resolve crossed her clear eyes.
She raised her long sword lightly, piercing the heavens. Vast sword intent surged with endless laws, unleashing a world-ending storm.
Where the sword rain fell, three thousand Emperors were utterly powerless, instantly reduced to ash, their souls completely destroyed!
Then, she burned her body’s origin and charged toward the end of the ascension path.
…
“I won’t accept this!”
Ye Chen let out a long roar. Looking back on his life, filled with hardships and disasters, he had finally become an Emperor at over 3,000 years old and earned a place on the path to ascension—a chance to become immortal.
But just as he set foot on that path, before he could even absorb the ascension aura and ascend, the Empress Qingshang suddenly went mad…
This woman, who had once brought peace to the human race, ended the age of chaos with her own strength, and was revered as a belief and symbol across the Profound Sky Continent, suddenly turned and slaughtered three thousand Emperors with a single sword!
At the thought of this, Ye Chen, overwhelmed with frustration, slammed his fist into the ground.
The stone floor shattered. The sharp edges tore open the back of his hand, blood dripping down.
“I’m bleeding? I can even feel the pain… I’m not dead?”
Ye Chen leapt up from the bed and looked at the youthful, handsome face in the bronze mirror. His eyes filled with even greater shock. “To be precise, I’ve been reborn three thousand years in the past?”
At this moment, he was only sixteen years old. He was still the young heir of the declining War King Manor of the Sword Empire. Besides being peerlessly handsome, monstrously talented, and filthy rich, he had no real achievements.
His father was still alive, and the family hadn’t been destroyed yet…
More importantly…
At this time, the Empress Qingshang should still be a child.
Ye Chen rushed out the door and bumped into something soft.
It was Xiu’er!
He immediately recognized her as the maid who had served him in his youth.
“Young Master, the Lord has asked you to come over quickly. He says there’s something important to discuss with you,” Xiu’er said, clutching her chest as her pretty, blushing face revealed her urgency.
Before she finished speaking, Ye Chen had already vanished without a trace.
To Ye Chen, the most important thing now was to find the Empress Qingshang. Before she could grow up, he had to eliminate her—so that the tragedy on the ascension path would never happen again.
In the previous life, after the Empress Qingshang reigned supreme over the world, many people had investigated her background, including Ye Chen.
The results were shocking.
The mighty Empress Qingshang, who had stunned the continent time and again, wasn’t born into any super family or supreme sect. She came from the most remote Desolate Province of the Sword Empire, from a tiny town called Qingshi Town—a place so barren not even birds passed by.
“Uncles and aunts, can someone help Qing’er buy two coffins to bury my parents? From now on, my life is yours. I’ll repay you however you want, even as a servant!”
As soon as Ye Chen arrived in Qingshi Town, he was drawn by a childlike voice.
Looking closely, he saw a little girl no older than five. In the biting cold wind, she wore only a single layer of clothes. Her body trembled, but her delicate and carved face showed an unusually firm expression.
Before her lay two corpses in a wretched state. Perhaps they had been dead for some time. Even in the cold winter air, their bodies still emitted a putrid stench.
Ye Chen sighed. Just as he was about to pull out some silver to help this pitiful girl, his eyes caught the sword-shaped mark on her wrist, and his entire body froze.
Ye Chen would never forget—on the ascension path in his past life, when the Empress Qingshang raised her right hand to unleash her invincible sword strike, there was an identical sword mark on her wrist.
“She’s… the future unrivaled Empress Qingshang?”
The shock on Ye Chen’s face deepened. Who would have imagined that the invincible existence who destroyed three thousand Emperors with one sword had such a miserable childhood?
Ye Chen’s hand instinctively slid to the sword at his waist.
With a single stroke, he could kill the girl before him a hundred times over. If he did, the future lunatic who slaughtered three thousand Emperors would cease to exist!
But…
His hand was already on the hilt, yet he hesitated.
Ye Chen suddenly remembered—one thousand years later, during the Dark Turmoil, if the Empress Qingshang hadn’t risen and turned the tide, the human race would have already been wiped out by other races. How could there be a time later where humans stood at the top, and monstrous geniuses appeared one after another, leading three thousand Emperors to the path of ascension?
He himself would likely have died in that Dark Turmoil, and by the time the path to ascension opened three thousand years later, even the weeds on his grave would’ve grown hundreds of times over.
The Empress Qingshang had bestowed a vast grace upon him and the human race. She only went mad on the ascension path—no one knew why.
And now, the Empress Qingshang was just a pitiful five-year-old girl who hadn’t even awakened her martial meridians…
If Ye Chen struck now, his conscience wouldn’t let him rest!
“Big brother, could you buy two coffins for Qing’er? I asked the uncle at the coffin shop, and the cheapest coffins are just five silver taels for both.”
The little girl finally noticed Ye Chen standing nearby. Her bright eyes shimmered with a pleading light.
Afraid he would refuse, she quickly added, “Big brother, don’t be fooled by my age. I’m strong. I can sweep floors, wash clothes, light fires, cook meals… and I don’t eat much. One bun—no, half a bun—is enough for me.”
“Five taels of silver isn’t a small amount. With her skinny arms and legs, she’s not worth that much!”
“Yeah, this girl dares to ask for that? At best, she’s worth three taels!”
“Hmph, even three is too much. I wouldn’t take her even if she were free! Don’t forget who killed her parents…”
People nearby murmured.
But Ye Chen stood there, overwhelmed with shock.
In his past life, others were just Emperors. But the Empress Qingshang—she was an Emperor only because the Profound Sky Continent’s highest title was Emperor.
Her true strength surpassed everything, crushing all opposition.
She was the strongest Emperor, closest to becoming an immortal…
Countless people worshipped her. They offered billions of spiritual pills and countless treasures, just for a glimpse of her, to express their devotion. Yet she, always cold and aloof, rejected them all.
Now, with just five silver taels, he could take this future all-powerful Empress under his wing.
With her by his side, Ye Chen could walk sideways across the Profound Sky Continent.
Such a once-in-a-lifetime chance to ascend in a single step—if he didn’t seize it, Ye Chen feared he’d be struck by lightning!
And if he took her in, he could also reshape her personality. At the very least, when the ascension path reopened in three thousand years, she wouldn’t go mad and cause a massacre again…
“Big brother, if five taels is too much, three is okay too,” the little girl said hurriedly, seeing Ye Chen in a daze. She thought he found her asking price too high and feared he’d walk away.
Three silver taels were only enough for one coffin, just enough to bury her parents together—but that was better than leaving them exposed in the streets.
Ye Chen finally snapped out of it and looked toward the coffin shop nearby. “What’s the most expensive coffin you have?”
The coffin shop owner replied, “Fifty taels each.”
Ye Chen threw out 100 taels, “Give me two.”
The crowd gasped in shock.
The little girl was only five years old, so frail she might not even survive the winter. How could she be worth 100 taels?
Ye Chen must be insane.
Besides, the girl’s parents were killed by Zhao Hen.
Zhao Hen—just like his name—was ruthless and heartless. He was the top tyrant in Qingshi Town.
If he found out Ye Chen dared to bury the people he had killed, he would never let it slide.
And indeed, Zhao Hen came even faster than expected.
Just as Ye Chen finished the burial, an angry roar exploded like thunder.
“You dare to bury the people I killed? Do you not know what death is?”
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