Chapter 8

"Little Junior Brother, you were too impulsive earlier."

Facing Bi Yunfeng, that despicable person, Tang Xinyun said with a serious tone, "Bi Yunfeng is someone who holds grudges. From now on, he will surely try to harm you in every way possible. You must be very careful." Concerned for her junior brother, she added, "In short, whenever you go down the mountain, find us to accompany you."

"Sure, I understand," Tan Weiran replied, though he didn't really agree. The Jianxing Peak lineage had underestimated the threat posed by Bi Yunfeng; this person absolutely could not be left alive.

Tang Xinyun was in a bad mood but forced herself to say, "Bi Yunfeng was originally a disciple of our Jianxing Peak. Later, he committed a crime, and Master originally intended to give him a chance, planning to only expel him from Jianxing Peak."

"However, this person is shameless, and he immediately defected to Jianyong Peak."

Tang Xinyun was so angry she ground her teeth: "This person is especially shameless. After going to Jianyong Peak, he repeatedly provoked us and spread bad words about us."

The matter with Bi Yunfeng was truly hard to describe in a few words! Tan Weiran understood this and said, "Senior Sister, why don't you tell me more about Jianxing Peak?"

At this, Tang Xinyun's mood improved greatly. She spent the whole journey introducing Jianxing Peak to Tan Weiran, and even though he was already very familiar with it, he listened with great interest.

The Tan family had distanced themselves from him, treated him coldly, and almost made him feel like he was invisible. The Tan family was never his home.

His father, Tan Zhui, and his mother, Xu Ruosu, had always been wandering outside, pursuing their ambitions. That place was not Tan Weiran's home either.

Only during the few years on Jianxing Peak did he realize that this was his home.

Now, I'm back home.

The familiar path, the familiar flowers and plants, even the stone that had tripped him multiple times, were all so familiar, so beautiful, and so touching.

Tan Weiran was on the verge of tears, his heart surging with a myriad of emotions. Standing outside the relatively simple hall of Jianxing Peak, his mind and body were filled with only one thought:

It's really good to be home.

Master Xu Daoning stood with his back to him, hands behind his back, in front of the ancestral statues of Jianxing Peak.

The first disciple, Sun Chengxian, was smiling. From his appearance, the eldest brother was tall and imposing, but in reality, he was gentle and somewhat of a peacemaker. Tan Weiran remembered that the eldest brother rarely returned to the sect, and this time he had come specially for his initiation ceremony.

The third disciple, Liu Chengfeng, was from a wealthy family, handsome and extraordinary, and his cold demeanor added to his charm. Tan Weiran remembered that in his previous life, he always thought the third brother was very handsome.

The fourth disciple, Zhou Dapeng, came from a poor background. No matter how he dressed, he always looked a bit rustic, but he was actually very simple. Tan Weiran remembered that the fourth brother had entered the sect three years before him and had been a junior brother for three years. He was the most welcoming of Tan Weiran because he finally became a senior brother.

The eldest sister, Tang Xinyun, was adopted by Master. The beautiful and charming eldest sister was the manager of all the miscellaneous affairs on Jianxing Peak. While complaining that Master had picked her up to be a housekeeper, she also took good care of her junior brothers with great attention. Tan Weiran also knew that the eldest sister had a secret wish she had never spoken of.

Seeing you all again, it's really good.

Tan Weiran was lost in thought until the eldest sister nudged him and said, "What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and perform the initiation ceremony."

Startled, Tan Weiran took a big step forward, knelt before Master, and bowed three times, sincerely saying, "Disciple Tan Weiran, pays respects to Master!"

Thinking of past events, his voice choked up. Various emotions surged in his heart. Tan Weiran, who had experienced the great era to come, understood more than anyone that the people in front of him were the most important part of his life.

Life doesn't give you a second chance.

If you don't know who or what is most important to you, then cherish everyone and everything around you before it's too late.

Cherish them, and you cherish yourself.

...

Xu Daoning's gaze was gentle as he looked at the new disciple.

Don't think that his absence before Tan Weiran's arrival meant he didn't care. In fact, he had secretly observed and closely monitored him.

Faced with Tan Zhui's entrustment, Xu Daoning had made the worst-case scenario plan, thinking that even if his friend's son was a playboy and couldn't pass the entrance exam, he would still protect and teach him well.

Unexpectedly, his friend's son performed exceptionally well in the entrance exam, almost being snatched away by the sect leader. After three months as an outer disciple, although he had the record of defeating three people with three moves, Xu Daoning liked Tan Weiran's character even more.

His friend's son had not a trace of arrogance or extravagance, not even the pride that was common among noble families. Of course, Xu Daoning didn't know that the disciple in front of him had come back from the future, having experienced countless trials.

Frankly speaking, Tan Weiran's performance far exceeded Xu Daoning's expectations.

Shaking off his thoughts, Xu Daoning pondered, "I originally planned to give you a sword as a gift. But now, I'm not sure."

"Being decisive is a good thing, but having too much killing intent may not be."

Master knew about the conflict on the main peak.

Tan Weiran and Tang Xinyun exchanged a glance, as if they had been fellow disciples for eight hundred years, a默契 that even Tang Xinyun hadn't noticed.

Xu Daoning pondered, waved his sleeve, and the sword disappeared. In his hand appeared a magical robe: "This will be my gift to you."

"Remember, if you draw your sword and go all the way, your senior brothers and sisters will be your magical robe. And vice versa."

Tan Weiran hurriedly bowed to thank his Master: "Yes, disciple will remember and never forget."

After the initiation ceremony, Tan Weiran naturally retreated with his senior brothers and sisters. Xu Daoning remained, lost in thought for a long time, then smiled: "It seems I've taken on a troublesome disciple."

"I only hope he doesn't fall into the path of killing!"

After saying this, he turned and gazed at the ancestral statues of Jianxing Peak.

Tan Weiran didn't have much luggage, most of which was with Lin Lao and Lü'er at the foot of the mountain. With the help of his senior brothers and sisters, he quickly found and settled into the courtyard where he had lived in his previous life.

The five disciples were in high spirits, fetching water, sweeping the ground, and wiping the tables. They chatted and laughed, and before they knew it, they had cleaned up the small courtyard where Tan Weiran would live.

His gaze repeatedly swept over his senior brothers and sisters, and the emotions buried in his memory surged up. A thousand words and a myriad of emotions welled up in his throat, but he repeatedly suppressed them.

He just wanted to use all his strength to embrace his senior brothers and sisters and tell them loudly.

Eldest Sister, I miss you.

Eldest Brother, I miss you.

Third Brother, I miss you.

Fourth Brother, I miss you.

I miss you all, everyone on Jianxing Peak.

Tan Weiran didn't remember Kong Ting, Wang Tie, or Wei Kun. Perhaps it was because the time was too long ago, or perhaps he simply didn't care. Anyway, in his memory, the Xingtian Sect was not as harmonious as it seemed on the surface.

But he remembered what happened to the Jianxing Peak lineage later.

First, after Master went on a long journey, he was attacked by a mysterious powerful enemy and went missing, never to be seen again. Later, Tan Weiran and Zhou Dapeng suspected it was related to internal conflicts within the Xingtian Sect, even suspecting that it was done by someone from the Xingtian Sect. They investigated tirelessly but could not find the murderer or the truth.

The eldest sister was brutally violated and her body thrown into the wilderness. Bi Yunfeng was one of the murderers, and even after Tan Weiran and Zhou Dapeng ground his bones to dust, the hatred in their hearts could not be relieved.

The third brother died on the spot while covering for him and the eldest brother, leaving no trace of his body.

The Yellow Spring War came, and the eldest brother's entire clan was affected, leading to the complete destruction of the clan, with no survivors.

Of the five disciples of the Jianxing Peak lineage, only Tan Weiran and the fourth brother, Zhou Dapeng, survived. But they could not struggle to the end in the tumultuous era and were eventually shattered by the waves of time.

Tan Weiran himself, at the age of fifteen, during an outing for training, experienced the regret of a single misstep.

What he thought was a routine training trip turned into a disaster. At fifteen, Tan Weiran was ambushed, resulting in a damaged dantian and severed meridians when he returned to the sect. His path in martial arts was cut off, and his future was ruined.

Later, although he managed to repair his dantian and meridians with other means, he became a half-waste, making everything he practiced much more difficult. This led to the sad state where the Jianxing Peak lineage had no one to carry on its tradition.

The end of the Jianxing Peak lineage was truly tragic!

Thinking of this, Tan Weiran felt a tearing pain in his heart, unable to bear the sorrow.

That night was Tan Weiran's first night truly back on Jianxing Peak. The familiar people and environment awakened those painful memories.

Tossing and turning in the middle of the night, his body and mind were frozen by those painful past events, and he couldn't fall asleep.

Putting on his clothes, he walked outside to his favorite Sunken Sun Terrace. To his surprise, he saw the fourth brother picking wild fruits on the cliff, and he asked in confusion.

Under the moonlight, he could vaguely see the fourth brother's red face as he said, "Senior Sister said we need to prepare a gift for you. I thought these fruits were quite tasty." Afraid that he wouldn't believe it, he quickly added, "They really are very tasty."

Carefully observing the fourth brother, Tan Weiran's sorrowful mood suddenly lifted.

That's right, those tragic memories from the past will not happen again. The future of Jianxing Peak will be rewritten.

Why should I cling to the past? Focusing on the past and neglecting the present would be putting the cart before the horse.

If I can't grasp the present, how can I create the future?

With this thought, the knot in his heart naturally unraveled. Feeling joyful, he laughed out loud, "Fourth Brother, thank you."

Zhou Dapeng looked puzzled, not knowing how important a realization his junior brother had just had.

Looking at the fourth brother, who was now dressed in rough clothes, looking more like a woodcutter than a cultivator, no one would believe that this person would become the famous "Crimson Blood Peng" who would cause bloodshed across the land.

Of the five disciples of the Jianxing Peak lineage, the only one who would rise to prominence and live with dignity was the currently unremarkable fourth brother.

Master said that Zhou Dapeng was the most diligent of the five disciples, and if he achieved something, it would be a late bloomer.

It was true, a late bloomer!

Tan Weiran placed his hand on Zhou Dapeng's shoulder, "Brother, you must remember what I'm about to say!"

"If one day you encounter a woman named Pei Rong, do not speak to her, do not look at her face."

"Kill her!"