C1 Born in the Duke's Residence(1)

"Mom, I'm back. What are you cooking? " Following this voice, the owner threw down a large backpack and ran into the kitchen with a swoosh. Yang Qingtian, 21 years old, a first-year student from a university in C City. As the school was in this city, he would return home every weekend to "improve his food."

As the table full of dishes was swept clean, Yang Qingtian contentedly laid on the sofa and watched television. His mother was tidying up the clothes he had brought back to change into. She said, "Didn't I give you a lot of money? Why did you come back like a hungry wolf? "

" You don't even know that the food in the school canteen can't be eaten. The restaurants next to the school have the same taste. " (Many university students feel the same way about this!) Yang Qingtian's mother was a layman, and his father was doing some small business outside. Although the family was not rich, they lived a happy life. After watching TV for a while, he felt that it was boring, so he went to his room to read. Yang Qingtian had been smart since he was young, and he often received awards for various mathematical competitions. He also liked painting very much, and since he was young, he followed a famous master in the city to learn. However, he suddenly changed to humanities after high school. He was especially interested in history. There were all kinds of history books on the shelves in his house, Historical Records, Administrative Mentor Review, and The Legend of the Emperor of China. Every time he read a book, it would get out of hand, until he did not feel like falling asleep. According to him, history is so interesting. China has five thousand years of experience. It was really fruitful! Parents don't have much culture, so they are happy to see their son like to read. After enjoying himself at home for two days, Qingtian ran back to school to attend classes. Although the lessons weren't tight, he was still quite active in school. He was a student council member, and he was also a basketball player.

For some reason, the sky started to drizzle. "F * ck! What kind of weather is this? You clearly know that I don't like umbrellas..." Atlas complained as he extended his middle finger towards the sky. It was unknown whether it was a coincidence or his universal hand gesture that angered the heavens, but suddenly... One! Boom! Boom! Boom! A bolt of purple lightning as thick as a bucket fell from the sky and hit his head. "Boom!" A huge crater was created on the ground. Yang Qingtian did not even have the time to call for help before he was vaporized!

"F * ck! If I knew this would happen, I would have bought a lottery ticket this morning." The last thought in Yang Qingtian's mind before he disappeared.

It was midsummer, and the sun was scorching hot. The birds were too lazy to chirp on the trees. People seemed to be hiding at home and unwilling to come out. Only the people working outside and the soldiers of the empire... Outside, doing his own things in Magic Tower Continent, year 561, Yat Empire. Old Duke's son, Stuya, was anxiously pacing around the courtyard in Fernandez's residence. “ What should we do? What should we do? It's been three days, why can't we give birth?" Under the scorching sun, his originally handsome face was covered in sweat. "Bastard! Look at your useless face. You don't look like a general of the empire!" Stuya's father, Old Duke Pocot - Fernandez scolded. Although he said so, he could not help but clench his fists. He tried to wipe the sweat off his hands from time to time.

Old Duke Birkett's name was known by everyone in Yat Empire. When Yat Empire was founded, it was just a small city with less than a hundred thousand people. But when it came to Emperor Art III, he was a very talented emperor, and at that time, he was a young martial arts genius. When he was 20 years old, he became a beginner level Grand Swordsman, and became friends with him. In the following 30 years, the two of them set off a crazy dynasty in the continent. They had conquered half of the Yat Empire! At that time, Art III bestowed the surname of Berkot to Fernandez, the empire's Marshal. The hereditary Duke. As for Birkot, he did not disappoint the Emperor, and in the following years, he made countless contributions to the Empire. In one fell swoop, he was listed as one of the four great empires of the continent with the other three empires. And close to Emperor Art the Fourth, our Great Duke Berkett is already over 130 years old. 40 years ago, he broke through to the Grand Swordsman realm and became the number one Swordmaster in the empire. His strength is unfathomable. And now, his only son, the empire's general, Stuart's fifth child, was about to be born. But his daughter-in-law had been born for three days and three nights, but she still did not come out. Even Swordmaster couldn't help but feel nervous.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and a bolt of purple lightning struck the delivery room. When people were shocked, they found that the delivery room was unharmed. After a moment, an old woman stumbled out. "Sir, Sir. They gave birth, gave birth to a young master!" The father and son did not care about the weather and directly ran into the house. It seemed that even during normal times of battle, they did not have this kind of speed. When they entered the house, they found that the mother and son were safe and sound. The mother was looking at the baby beside her tiredly. When she saw her husband come in, she seemed to use her last bit of strength to say, "My dear, I have increased the bloodline of the family again." After saying that, she fainted.

Stuya hurriedly injected his combat power into her body and found that she had only fallen asleep due to exhaustion. Looking at this little fellow who had tortured everyone for a few days, he could not help but be speechless. Black hair and black eyes!? He was also sleeping peacefully, but he actually didn't cry. "Father, have you ever seen a child like this? Why..." "That's right. There are no people with black hair and black eyes on our continent. However, according to the legends, there seems to be a race like this living on the other side of the Endless Sea. They are very powerful, as if they were born with superb martial skills or magic. In the Great War of the Gods ten thousand years ago, they were called the Devil Clan by the enemy. Because they were too powerful, even the gods couldn't destroy them. They could only use their supreme divine power to create an endless sea, sealing them at the other end of the sea." " What!? My son is actually from the Devil Clan!" Stuya looked at his son in a panic. How could it be the Devil Clan?

"You are wrong. After all, that is just a legend. No one has ever seen them before. Besides, there aren't many people who know about this legend. My little grandson was only born a little too slowly. Look, he didn't even cry! "Birkut lovingly picked up his grandson. His weather-beaten face was full of smiles. "That's true. Darina and I's children are all very outstanding." His father, who was panicking just now, was now arrogant again.

"Where am I?" Yang Qingtian was in a daze. He couldn't see anything in the chaos around him. He could vaguely hear a woman screaming at the top of her voice. "Motherf * cker! Didn't I get struck by lightning?! Sigh, I really don't know what kind of bad thing I've done to deserve the wrath of the heavens! I was struck by lightning! That's not right, I've already been struck by lightning, so why do I still have consciousness?" As he was thinking, he felt dizzy again. When he woke up, he found that everyone in the room was busy. In front of him was a middle-aged woman with red hair. "Wow! What a beautiful foreigner!" This was the first thought in our Young Master Yang's mind when he came to this world.

Hearing the foreign language that he didn't understand at all, Qingtian really regretted not learning it properly in the past. At least he had passed level four. But now, he had been reincarnated muddle-headed and actually couldn't understand a single word. However, what made him gratified was that his original memories were still there. After a while, a group of people rushed in. It was not too much to say that the two big men were big men. Both of them seemed to be over two meters tall and had blond hair. One was an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, and the other was a flustered middle-aged man. "En, this old fellow's looks aren't bad, he's on par with Yours Truly in the past." Our Young Master Yang thought without any conscience.

Looking at the old man who had picked him up looking at him with an ambiguous gaze, Yang Qingtian felt a little scared. " Why is there something wrong with this old man's gaze? Sigh, I'm still a child. I just gave birth. You can eat it when I grow up, alright?" But he forgot that he was really a child. How could he say something like that? He might as well just close his eyes and leave it to fate.

Mage Rank: High Mage, High Mage, Magic Master, Magic God (Legendary) )

Legend has it that Swordgod and Magic God can use God's Descent. The vast power is like the power of God, and every profession on the continent is divided into three levels, which is the elementary level. [Middle-level advanced level]