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In that moment, my heart held only one desire: to meet Yama and confess that all the wrongdoings of the treacherous woman were due to my persuasion, not her fault. I wished to bear more punishment in her place, to atone for her sins.

Yet, I waited for a long time without any punishment coming. It wasn't until one of the female monsters began nursing me that I realized this was reincarnation, and I had been reborn as the child of a monster. In Buddhist doctrine, there is the Realm of Beasts, part of the Six Realms of Reincarnation. Perhaps, this was it.

The scriptures describe the Realm of Beasts as a world of survival of the fittest, though I didn't witness such violence firsthand. Still, I believed that someday, I would face brutal battles (in a way, I was right). To prepare for future conflicts and to alleviate my longing for my beloved, I started practicing martial arts from the moment I could walk – Iron Body Skill, Nine Yin White Bone Claw, and Heart Shattering Palm.

As I grew older, I learned my parents' language and gradually understood the world around me. The village elder, a wise old man, imparted much knowledge and information. I then realized that this place was not the Six Realms of Reincarnation as I'd thought, but an entirely different world from where I came. There were monsters (or orcs), exotic beasts (likely magic creatures), humans, spells, and a myriad of other strange things.

I once hoped that this was the distant barbaric land mentioned in ancient texts. Perhaps, one day, I could cross the sea and return home, even if as a monster. I yearned to see the treacherous woman again, to know if she was well, and to meet my master, kneeling before him to confess my sins.

Alas, when I looked up and saw the three moons, red, white, and blue, I finally accepted that I could never go back home.

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In life, some choices cannot be avoided, and certain things must be let go. Just as I had to choose between love and my master, I ultimately left my sect, stealing the Nine Yin Manual. Not because I forgot my master's kindness, but because once I made a choice, I wouldn't hesitate. Once I let go, I had to do so completely.

As a child, I made three wishes: to find a soulmate who mirrored my heart, to possess unparalleled martial arts, and to achieve an eternal legacy.

In my previous life, I became my master's disciple because he was renowned worldwide, a peerless warrior, and a couple envied by deities. He seemed closest to my dreams. Yet, on Peach Blossom Island, I realized that my master's path was his alone. I lacked his extraordinary talent and noble character. His way was not mine to follow, so I chose to rebel.

I've gained Hyperwind, a true soulmate beyond my wildest dreams; I've obtained the Nine Yin Manual, albeit only half, a path toward realizing my aspirations; yet fame that endures through the ages remains utterly unattained, my name not even infamous enough to last a millennium.

Putting aside my past life's identity and yearnings, I must embrace this present life to justify my divine rebirth. I wonder if I'll have the chance in this lifetime to fulfill my dreams.

In this chaotic land, warfare is omnipresent. Born as a werewolf, I naturally stand with the Beastman Alliance. For centuries, the beastfolk have endured hardships to regain their dominance, amassing the strength for war. The newly crowned Beastman King, ambitious, is still consolidating the various races but, without doubt, will initiate the battle to reclaim the Golden Great Plain during his second term. If I can seize enough accolades and power amidst the impending conflicts, achieving eternal fame is no longer just a dream.

The Nine Yin Manual is etched within my heart. Although I'm not a genius like my master's wife, who could memorize anything at a glance, years of ceaseless study and contemplation have ingrained its knowledge more firmly than any prodigy. Hence, I know that one can still practice the lower volume of the Nine Yin Manual without the upper volume, though not without difficulty.

Within the lower volume lies the Qigong for Marrow and Bone Reformation, a discipline of external martial arts that cultivates internal energy complementary to the Nine Yin Martial Arts. However, without prior mastery of esoteric inner energy, one must attain a level where external techniques generate internal power spontaneously. In my previous life, among the thousands who practiced external martial arts, only North Beggar Hong Qiugong, as far as I know, achieved such heights.

Back then, my master had me and that treacherous woman practice his improved versions of the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Vest, perhaps with the intention of following this path. However, due to our inadequate aptitudes, we never managed to complete this step. The genuine energy obtained through forced internal power via poison was incompatible with the Nine Yin Manual. Although it could enhance the power of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw and Heart Shattering Palm, it couldn't be used for cultivating the Sinew Transforming and Bone Forging Chapter.

Nonetheless, the current situation has rekindled my hope.

Now, the werewolf's body meridians are vastly different from those of a human in my previous life. Even if I were to comprehend the upper section of the Nine Yin Manual, I wouldn't be able to practice it now. On the contrary, external martial arts cultivation remains unaffected. Due to my childhood fear of the animal realm, I secretly started practicing the Golden Bell Shield as soon as I learned to walk. In my previous life, I had already reached adulthood when I became my master's disciple, missing the golden age for learning martial arts. It's unclear whether it's because my present body was trained early or if this body possesses exceptional innate talent, or if the werewolf physique is particularly suitable for external martial arts. In any case, on my sixth birthday, I sensed the emergence of my first thread of genuine energy. Although such a faint amount of genuine energy is far from enough to practice the Sinew Transforming and Bone Forging Chapter, with relentless training, I'm absolutely confident that within ten years, I can attain mastery of the Golden Bell Shield, accumulating ample genuine energy. The unparalleled Nine Yin Manual will no longer be just a dream.

As for a red-haired beauty, well... speaking of which brings tears to my eyes.

Humans have always claimed that orcs are mongrels born from the mating of humans and beasts – an obvious slander. Leaving that aside, just look at the Elephant Clan. Can you find a man among humans capable of impregnating an elephant, or a woman who could become pregnant by one? However, orcs must also accept another reality: the more human-like an orc appears, the smarter they tend to be, and they possess greater advantages in the cultivation of advanced martial arts. This advantage permeates their societal structure, resulting in the majority of orc high-rankers possessing humanoid appearances. Furthermore, in orc society's aesthetic, a human-like appearance is commonly associated with noble demeanor and aristocratic grace. Conversely, having an animal head is viewed as a symbol of crudeness, stupidity, and low social status.