Defrosting The Cold Young Master - Chapter 1962 - 1966: Don’t Say That About Xiaoshu

In a world where immortality and martial arts coexist, Qiao Mu can constantly come back to life.Each time he is killed, he resurrects at the cost of getting older, but his martial arts skills also become deeper with age.The more he dies, the older he gets, and the stronger he becomes. The more heroic his death, the stronger he becomes after resurrection.So he finds different ways to court death, always seeking out danger.The enemy is shocked to discover that just after defeating the young one, an old one has appeared, seemingly infinite in number.A legend of an invincible immortal family starts to spread.“The Qiao family is full of loyal and heroic individuals, generation after generation. They all detest evil and cherish righteousness, valuing honor over life, daring to lead the world!”“After his son died on the battlefield, the father with white hair continues to go into battle. He is worthy of admiration and respect!”“Once upon a time, the son protected me and died, so today I cannot simply watch his old father living a sad and lonely old age.”“The descendants of the Qiao family bravely entered the palace to assassinate the evil emperor, but failed and lost their lives. Is the emperor really so clueless? The mysterious thousand-year-old monster from the hidden Qiao family is about to appear!”“Has the divine immortals and buddhas returned? But why do even those divine beings call the elders of the Qiao family “ancestors”? How many ancestors does the Qiao family have, and where did they come from?”After countless deaths, Qiao Mu suddenly looked back and found himself to be an ancient ancestor of mankind, who had lived for millions of years and possessed immense power.

Luxury cars, designer wears, watches, mansions, and penthouses worth millions, Aron had it all. To him, money was nothing but a number. He was so wealthy that he believed even God Himself couldn’t make him taste poverty.But everything changed when the one he loved, the only person he considered family, betrayed him. In a single moment, everything he had worked so hard to achieve was taken and destroyed, leaving him with nothing.Devastated and consumed by hate, rage, and hopelessness, Aron realized that no matter what he tried, he would never be able to get close, let alone take revenge, for all he had lost.That was until a notification appeared before every human in the world:[Your world has arrived at its waking brink.][You have awakened the talent: Talent Bank.]And so, the apocalypse began.

I don’t have a hero complex. I don’t intend to remain humble either. All I am is a Fan, of the grandeur that is Sumatra. This world has everything necessary to charm your inner child: Mountains that roll around like worms, seas that curl up like flowers, and majestic beasts that thunder your breath away.I’ve reincarnated many times on Sumatra, to protect it from external invasions while rejoicing its beauty. This time is no different. However, the current enemy is someone who has outscaled the power system.Hence, I will Regress Seven Times in an attempt to defeat the enemy. Why only seven, you ask?Because that’s all this Fan can hope to endure. Regressions come with risks and inclining baggage, after all.

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]