Chapter 3, in this life, once again for Jiang Han

If it were not for the nine thousand years of persistent practice of this technique, perhaps my spirit would have long since perished.

"Endless years of transmission, at least it is sufficiently safe." Jiang Han chuckled lightly

Is it my mother? A warm feeling flowed through his heart

A haze enters the eyes, shrouded in chaos and confusion

Soon, a maid emerged holding a swaddled infant, her face beaming with joy: "Master, Second Young Master, it is a boy."

What is this? Jiang Han suddenly opened his eyes, feeling as if everything around him was shrouded in a mist, making it impossible to see clearly. However, the tangible sensation stirred a slight tremor in his heart

The so-called genius in the world is merely someone who has perfected a single endeavor, tirelessly for ninety thousand years, and even the most ordinary of spiritual techniques, in Jiang Han's hands, is no less than a peerless divine scripture

The Underworld is a realm of soul cultivation, where souls exist without physical bodies and are disconnected from martial arts. Jiang Han has spent a century in the Underworld, and naturally, he has also come to understand the techniques of spiritual cultivation.

"Is it born yet?" A robust old man dressed in a bear fur coat laughed heartily as he entered the courtyard

This is an ordinary method of contemplation, yet for the past ninety thousand years, it has been my scripture of belief. Jiang Han closed his eyes

Without gods or forms, is this the initial state of the spirit and soul? Jiang Han's thoughts surged, and within the sea of his mind, he observed with his 'heart' that his spirit, which had almost coalesced into a shadowy form, had once again dispersed.

So what if there are more means? How much worse can the situation get than in the past? Jiang Han shook his head, suppressing this thought.

It is indeed a true reincarnation! Jiang Han is certain in his heart

Wow! Wow! Wow!

He has obtained a physical body

The young man in white was momentarily taken aback, then fell into a brief contemplation, before finally smiling and saying: "Let’s call it Jiang Han!"

With a slight tilt of his head, the robust old man addressed a distant elder in a green robe, saying: "Old Mo, issue a decree that all midwives assisting in today's deliveries will be rewarded with five yuan stones each. Additionally, the sacrificial ceremony will be suspended, and tomorrow will be changed to a birthday celebration. The farmers and servants in the manor will also have a day off."

"Weir, you look a lot like her!" A light laugh echoed in Jiang Han's ears, and then a face leaned in close.

Serving as a century-old ghost soldier, although merely guarding the Blackstone Bridge, Jiang Han has also acquired this widely circulated soul cultivation method in the underworld. In terms of quality, this technique is merely a common commodity.

Congratulations, Master Zhuang, I will take care of it right away!" said the old man in the blue robe behind him with a smile

Among them, a young man in white, exuding an extraordinary demeanor, appeared remarkably calm as he sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, engrossed in a thick book.

In his mind's sea, a divine method of cultivation emerged—"The Visualization Method of Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva"

Although the hell lasts for ninety thousand years, he experiences the torment of the stone mill every day, understanding the pain of physical destruction. However, how can the physical body formed by the gathering of spiritual power compare to his true physical body?

The legend of the underworld, in its primordial state, represents the innate condition of humanity. If one gathers thoughts and intentions, it can establish a sacred foundation for the spirit, preparing for the future journey along the sacred path

In an instant, a feeling of dizziness enveloped him, and Jiang Han realized that he was likely born anew

After a while, I finally regained my composure

At that moment, the sound of a baby crying came from the hall, which was obscured by layers of beaded curtains

"Hmm, good." The old man nodded and suddenly said, "Zheng'er, has the child been named?"

Madam is well, she is currently resting inside, and the second master will need to wait a while longer before he can go in

At present, one is merely an infant, with the brain development not yet complete and the sea of consciousness not fully expanded; safety is of utmost importance

Within the cold gaze of the river reflecting the sun, there is a young woman with a gentle smile, appearing quite youthful. Her beauty may not be extraordinary, but the affection and warmth in her eyes stir a slight emotion in Jiang Han.

The divine power of the mysterious cycle of reincarnation in the world is truly unfathomable

At the moment of entering the cycle of reincarnation, his soul seemed to have already been born here

Ordinary humans are easily distracted and find it difficult to focus, but after enduring countless years of torment in hell, Jiang Han's heart has been tempered to an extraordinary resilience, allowing him to quickly settle his mind and enter a state of soul gathering

The robust old man beside him moved his hand gently, and an invisible wave emerged, effortlessly catching the baby, which fell into his hand. Leaning forward to look at the baby's small face, the old man couldn't help but smile: "It's a boy, very good indeed"

A Buddha, bearing a compassionate expression, emerges in his heart. This Buddha holds a vajra banner in his left hand and forms the gesture of granting fearlessness with his right hand. Behind him, the ten directions of the world seem to manifest, radiating boundless light

Yanzhou, Jiangbei County, Hongcheng, Jiang Family Villa

Regardless of whether the theory of the primordial origin is accurate, in my current state, it seems that only by concentrating my spirit can I pass the time. Jiang Han couldn't help but chuckle; having been immersed for ninety thousand years, which day has he not walked on the edge of life and death? When has he ever had such leisurely moments?

At this moment, in a spacious courtyard of Neizhuang, many people were gathered both inside and outside, each dressed in splendid garments and armor, quietly waiting

The heart is like a bright mirror platform

The young man in white also smiled, and as the two conversed, the entire courtyard immediately fell silent. No one dared to move even slightly, clearly indicating that both held a very high status within the estate

Haha, what event could be more important than the birth of my grandson? Your elder brother is organizing the grand sacrificial ceremony in the village, and he should be getting accustomed to it as well

Father Jiang Zheng? Mother Han Qingwei, or is it Qin Wei? Jiang Han did not understand much, but could only silently remember it.

In the sea of consciousness within the mind, the hazy and diffuse spirit and thoughts began to slowly converge under the influence of various mysterious forces, while strands of dark mist continuously flowed in, causing Jiang Han's still-developing sea of consciousness to become increasingly vast and profound

The woman's voice is soft, yet carries a sense of warmth

"Not bad." A gentle voice reached Jiang Han's ears: "Let me see the child."

In this life, I walk on the jade bridge, and it seems I should have been born into a wealthy family. However, the term 'wealthy' is difficult to define, and I do not know the specific circumstances of my parents.

Hmm, good! The young man in white slightly nodded his head and then looked at the baby in the maid's arms

He is currently in his mother's womb, his body is not fully developed, and his consciousness is not stable. With his current spiritual power, he is completely unable to project any sense of awareness, and he cannot even control his own body

... ...

"Weier, how are you? Do you feel alright?" The young man in white sat by the bed, expressing his concern.

I do not know how much longer it will be until I am truly born!" Jiang Han pondered.

How is Madam?" The young man in white smiled gently, inquiring about the condition of his wife

"We met at Cold Mountain back then, so I would like our child to be named Jiang Han!" The gentle voice of the young man resonated as he looked at his wife

... ...

Father, are you not preparing for the grand sacrificial ceremony?" The young man in white slowly rose, a hint of a smile appearing on his handsome face. Although his wife was in labor, he was not in a hurry.

After a while, the young man in white finally smiled and said, "Father, give me the child, so I can take him to see Wei'er."

Jiang Han? Is this fate? Or mere coincidence? Jiang Han's mind sank, and he felt an inexplicable sensation. Why is it that even the name is so coincidental after reincarnation? Is there truly someone manipulating all of this?

A gentle voice of a young man sounded, carrying a warning: "Weir, pay attention to your name"

Is this my father in this lifetime? He looks so young. After being born for a while, Jiang Han gradually gained control over his current body. With the strength of his soul now, it is not difficult for him to manipulate this small body.

The winter of the year 8982 in the Great Zhou calendar

After reincarnation, his once powerful divine soul had only the last trace of spiritual light remaining

Jiang Han wished to see the world outside, but unfortunately, the eyes of a young child had just begun to perceive the earthly realm, unclear and indistinct, making it difficult to see objects, and he could not see far into the distance

Jiang Han? The woman nodded slightly, as if recalling something, her eyebrows trembling gently as she looked at Jiang Han's small face, which still appeared somewhat unrefined due to being newly born: "Child, do you hear me? Your name is Jiang Han, your father's name is Jiang Zheng, and your mother's name is Han Qingwei"

At such a close distance, Jiang Han's eyes turned, and he finally saw clearly

He is a man with sharp eyebrows and eyes, possessing an extraordinary demeanor, evoking an indescribable feeling, a sense of blood connection.

The sense of blood connection, the warmth reflected in the eyes, stirred a faint emotion in Jiang Han's long-frozen heart

Concentrate the soul, visualize

Time passes by

Unable to resist, I might as well accept it, which also spares me the difficulty of changing my name

Having consumed the Meng Po soup, theoretically, the ties of past lives should be severed, and my memories should have been blocked. Yet, why do I still remember my previous life? Jiang Han felt a chill in his heart: Could it be that the master of the purple blood has set some kind of scheme?

Some powerful techniques, although remarkably effective, are often targeted at specific groups. The techniques that are truly widespread and accessible to all beings must prioritize safety above all else

He desperately tried to open his eyes, but felt a heavy dizziness, and involuntarily cried out, as this was merely the instinct of an infant

Buzz

"Well, Zheng Ge, I understand. I am called Qin Wei here." The woman smiled, gently rocking the baby in her arms