Rebirth Of The Betrayed Emperor

In Another Body

Pain spread through his body as Kael slowly opened his eyes, scanning his surroundings.

Instead of the void he expected after death, he found himself lying on a soft wooden bed. His brows furrowed slightly. Before he could think further, a trembling voice sounded nearby.

“Young Master… please wake up… don't die...”

Kael’s gaze shifted, only to see a maid kneeling beside him, panic filling her eyes.

"Young Master, please..." The maid continued, but froze midway the instant she raised her head, eyes meeting with Kael, who stared rather intensely at her.

After about a second or two, the maid suddenly came back to her senses and took off screaming, excitement all over her voice:

"Madame, the young Master is awake!"

Kael frowned slightly as he watched the maid rush out of the room. Confusion flickered across his eyes.

Wasn’t he struck down by the tribulation lightning?

His disciples had betrayed him and poisoned him right before his ascension. His body and soul should have been torn apart by the tribulation lightning, right?

Then why was he still alive?

Where was this place?

Many questions rushed into Kael's mind as he looked around, trying to understand the situation.

But he didn't need to think long; as the next second, a wave of pain rushed over Kael, causing him to hold his head and groan slightly as fragments of memories rushed into his mind.

After a while, the pain subsided, and Kael finally understood what was happening.

He didn't die; rather, his soul had taken over someone else's body—someone who had the same name as him.

But this person’s life was miserable.

Born into a once-powerful clan now in decline, he was the son of the Clan Head. He possessed a shockingly poor talent in cultivation.

Despite years of effort, his cultivation had remained stagnant, making him the subject of ridicule both inside and outside the clan.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through the shackles of the middle stage of the body tempering realm.

Even rare materials couldn't help. It seemed like the heavens had sealed his fate.

After trying for many years, he finally gave up and started to lead a life of debauchery.

"My son..." A panicked voice sounded just as Kael was lost in his thoughts, pulling him out.

Raising his head, Kael watched as a lady rushed into the room alongside a man, with the maid following closely behind them.

"Tell me, where are you hurt, son?" The lady spoke, pulling Kael closer, checking every inch of his body and looking for injuries.

"Son, tell us, who did this to you? Your father would surely help you take revenge," the man also spoke, his voice hoarse as he looked dotingly at Kael.

Apparently, the original owner had gotten into a fight and had been beaten up.

His Dantian had been destroyed, his meridians severed; basically, it had sent him to the king of hell.

If his soul hadn't occupied the body, then most probably, the family would be crying over the body at the moment.

Whoever had beaten up the previous owner clearly had a goal in mind: to kill.

But it seemed like occupying this body had thwarted their plans.

"Son, are you okay?" The lady's voice came once again, forcing Kael to focus back on the woman, who had a rather worried expression.

That was this body's mother, Annie. Standing behind them was his father, Keith, the Clan Head.

Behind them was the original owner's personal maid. She was the one who had rushed to report to Keith about the fight, and he had rushed there to save his son.

But it was too late. Kael had already been dealt with. As for the perpetrators, they had run away.

"Mum... Mum..." Kael muttered, the title sounding rather unfamiliar.

In the past, when he was growing up, he was an orphan and never knew who his true parents were.

"I'm fine," Kael added, his gaze finally settling on Annie.

"What have they done to my son?" Annie broke down, hugging Kael tightly.

He already had it tough in his first life, and now, his Dantian and meridians had been severed, leaving no hope for the future.

It was already a miracle he was alive.

"Mum... Mum... I'm really fine," Kael managed to say, still struggling with the title.

"How can you be okay, son? At least there was still hope before, but now, you've been turned into a mortal," Annie broke down even harder, her body shaking with grief.

Kael smiled bitterly, his cold eyes finally revealing a hint of warmth. In the past, he never had someone care for him.

Now experiencing it welled up a strange feeling within him, and he didn't know how to handle it.

"Son, tell me who attacked you, and I'll help you go take revenge," Keith also walked towards Kael, gripping his shoulder tightly.

Daring to cripple his only son? He was going to take down the other party, even if it meant his clan's downfall.

"Don't worry about that, Father... Father, I'll take care of that myself," Kael refused, a glint flashing in his eyes, his voice cold.

As an Emperor, he wasn't used to having others help him settle his grudges.

As for how he wanted to do it, with his years of experience and memories, patching up this body and turning it into a genius shouldn't be too hard.

He had done that to some people in the past, so there was no problem.

Annie and Keith stared at each other, hearing Kael's reply. Turning to look at their son, they wondered if he had hit his head.

How did he want to take revenge?

But they didn't say anything and just nodded, afraid that saying anything might damage his pride.

"Mum... Mum... Dad... Dad... Can you please leave? I want to be alone..." Kael spoke slowly, studying Annie and Keith's expressions.

"Definitely, son," Keith agreed without a second thought and turned around while pulling his wife up.

"Take care of yourself; come find me if you need anything," he said, and then walked out of the room.

"You too. Step outside for a bit; I want to be alone," Kael ordered, glancing at the maid.

"Yes, Young Master," the maid nodded and gave a low bow before retreating outside, closing the door in the process.

The moment the three stepped out, Kael breathed in a sigh of relief. Finally, he got a second chance.

A chance to start everything from scratch. He wasn't going to waste it this time.

As for those ungrateful disciples that had betrayed him... Kael gritted his teeth, clenching his fists as his eyes became bloodshot, fury blazing within them.

He was going to have his revenge sooner or later. He wouldn't let them go.

Taking in a deep breath, Kael calmed down. His only worry now was Hazel. She didn't seem to be part of those who had betrayed him.

But he hoped she wouldn't be dead by the time he was strong enough to seek her out.

If he tried to do anything now, he would only be putting her in danger. Using this body's identity, he would be able to hide until he was strong enough.

Speaking about this body, Kael shook his head. The original owner was really miserable. Though hardworking, he lacked the talent, and that had caused him to stagnate.

Well, that would change with him. With the number of precious herbs and medicines the owner had taken, he could begin to stitch the body right away and turn it into a rare gem.

Thinking like this, Kael searched his memories for a cultivation technique. After a while, he found one and sat cross-legged, preparing to cultivate...

But the instant he circulated the technique, a deep, jarring pain bit his soul, and his sea of consciousness shook heavily, as if it would crumble, forcing Kael to stop.

At this moment, sweat trickled down his face, as it had taken all he had not to scream out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Kael muttered, wondering if something had gone wrong.

Once again, he checked his body and then the technique. After confirming nothing was wrong with it, he tried again.

And this time, the pain was worse, and his sea of consciousness, where his soul resided, shook heavily.

Frowning slightly, Kael checked again. Seeing it was all good, he tried once more, but this time, the pain tripled, and a crack appeared on his sea of consciousness.

If that should crack, his soul would dissipate, and he would cease to exist.

Kael sat numb on the bed, unable to process what was happening. If he was unable to cultivate, then what about his revenge?

How would he get stronger?

He wanted to try again, but seeing the crack on his sea of consciousness and knowing the consequences of forcing it, he shoved the idea down his throat.

Just as Kael was lost on what to do...

It suddenly hit him. His soul had been heavily injured during the tribulation. The first thing he had to do was repair his soul...