Chapter 7

If there were people present, they would surely be frightened to the point of their jaws dropping.

The realms of Power Mirror, Qi Power Mirror, Spirit Power Realm, Mystic Power Mirror, and King Power Mirror, each one is a vast divide. Only at the Mystic Power Mirror can one transform spirit energy into wings to fly in the sky, and only above the King Power Mirror can one move freely between heaven and earth without transforming spirit energy into wings.

However, the red-clothed woman with a murderous look had no wings behind her. She was floating in the air without any aid, causing a fierce storm.

Below, the old fortune-teller, who looked very frail, seemed like a solitary boat in the storm, as if he could be torn to pieces at any moment.

"Is the peaceful life you desire, or is it what he desires?"

The storm that uprooted countless giant trees did not frighten the old man. He still maintained a faint smile and said, "Some people are destined to be extraordinary. No matter how you try to obstruct them, they will eventually walk the path they are meant to walk."

"The path my young master takes is not for you to decide!" The woman in the air's expression softened slightly, but the coldness on her face was like ten-thousand-year-old ice. "Tell me who you are, where you come from, and what your purpose is. Otherwise, you will not leave here today."

"Ha ha ha ha, I am just a piece on the chessboard of heaven and earth, merely fulfilling my duty. I pose no threat to your young master and have nothing to do with the noble families you imagine." The old fortune-teller burst into laughter.

"If you don't speak, you will die!" The red-clothed woman coldly shouted, flipped her wrist, and a dagger as clear as a pool of green water, emitting a cold aura, appeared in her hand.

In the next second, in a very strange way, she seemed to have passed through space and appeared right in front of the old fortune-teller! The dagger burst with a cold light, enveloping a hundred-meter radius, and countless giant trees were cut like tofu, crashing to the ground!

Teleportation!

This was a skill that only the most extraordinary experts at least at the King Power Mirror could possess!

However, even such a powerful expert, who might be at the terrifying King Power Mirror, was stunned after her move.

Because under her powerful divine sense, the old fortune-teller who had been standing there had vanished without a trace!

Her dagger had only struck a shadow.

"You seem to be a bit too cautious, but the wheels of fate have already turned, and no one can stop them. His destiny can only be changed by himself. He has the opportunity and the qualifications."

The old fortune-teller's voice echoed in the forest. The red-clothed woman's powerful divine sense almost covered the entire Phoenix Mountain Range, but she still could not find his trace.

"Playing tricks!" The red-clothed woman coldly rebuked, her expression becoming even more serious.

At this moment, the old fortune-teller's voice sounded again, drifting and indistinct, as if coming from nowhere. "Actually, you have already believed what I said, haven't you? Ten years ago, you should have died, but why are you still alive? In the past ten years, your cultivation has advanced rapidly, why? You are very clear about these things, but you have remained silent for ten years. However, some people are destined not to be ordinary. Even if you and I do not tell him about this matter, he will eventually discover it on his own."

Hearing these words, the red-clothed woman felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. She was very clear about what the old man was saying.

These things, which she had believed only she knew after ten years of concealment, were now known by this old fortune-teller, who seemed to have been present when they happened...

"Who are you! What did you do to Lang'er!" The coldness in the red-clothed woman's eyes had disappeared, replaced by fear and unease.

The shock of her ten-year secret being revealed was immense, and the greater threat came from the unfathomable strength of the other party!

If this old man came from that family or was related to it, she and Shen Lang would have no place to bury their bodies!

"You don't need to worry, I am just a piece on the chessboard of heaven and earth, and I can't do much. The finger I pointed at him this morning was just to give him a memory."

"Memory..." The red-clothed woman hesitated slightly.

"He is now heading to your grave. Whether to awaken him is up to you. I will not interfere further. Miss Hongyu, he is not a caged bird and should not always be under your protection. You cannot protect him for his entire life. Even if you are willing, when you face the family that terrifies you, can you still have the confidence to protect him? I have said all I need to say, farewell..."

"Two lives bloom, the imperial star appears; the world turns upside down, chaos reigns!"

The old man's voice echoed in the forest and then disappeared, never to be heard again.

The red-clothed woman fell silent for a moment, then turned, her long skirt enveloping her like a red cloud, and she vanished on the spot.

Not far from the forest where Hongyu and Shen Lang were, Shen Lang was walking quickly on a forest path.

At the end of that forest path was Hongyu's grave.

When Hongyu died, Shen Lang had only been in this world for less than a month, still getting used to the environment, and had just started a life-and-death escape under Hongyu's protection.

Those who sent people to chase and kill them were Shen Lang's elder brother and second brother.

Shen Lang did not originally have the surname Shen, but that was no longer important. Now, Shen Lang only recognized this surname.

Before crossing over, as an orphan, he had never received parental love. After crossing over, he was pursued and killed by his two brothers. Despite this, he encountered Shen Haotian in the Phoenix Mountain Range, who adopted him and even gave up the position of clan leader for his sake.

Unfortunately, Shen Lang was a Heavenly Pulse Saint Body, with no martial soul, and could not truly cultivate. For ten years, despite hunting beasts in the Phoenix Mountain Range and enduring the baptism of blood and fire, he was still only at the second level of the Power Mirror.

In this world, the fittest survive, the strong prey on the weak, and strength is supreme.

With strength, one can control everything.

Without strength, one has nothing.

But Shen Lang always considered himself lucky, having a woman who never left him during life and death, parents who doted on him, brothers who could take beatings with him, and the little demon girl Xue Dang, who did many things for him...

But all of this was not enough. A waste who could not cultivate was not enough to protect everything.

Even someone as strong as Hongyu was severely injured and died in front of him;

His doting father, to ensure he could live well in the Shen family, faced enormous pressure and gave up the position of clan leader, now bedridden with a serious illness;

His close friends, when another close friend, Chu Qingcheng, was not around, suffered bullying with him...

When Shen Lang obtained this memory in his dream, he knew everything would change. From now on, he would no longer be bullied by anyone!

His family and friends would live well!

His enemies would pay the price!

No one could dictate to them!

The only regret was that Hongyu could not be brought back to life.

Shen Lang's mind was still echoing with his roar when Hongyu died, a cry so mournful that it made the heavens tremble...

In unbearable pain, he, at just sixteen years old, with a heart as hard as stone, cried for the first time for a woman.

Sitting in front of Hongyu's grave, Shen Lang took out a jar of wine from his storage bag and drank a large mouthful, then said in a very low voice, "Sister Hongyu, Lang'er has come to see you again..."

Two tears slowly rolled down his cheeks, and the mountain wind blew his long hair.

On his slightly immature face were deep, unfathomable eyes...

"Even though I am a Heavenly Pulse Saint Body, a waste, I have never given up. At Taoyun Academy, I cultivated the 'Sleeping Buddha Technique' you taught me, and after that, I have been fighting various beasts... Unfortunately... But from today, everything will change."

"I know you brought me here to let me live a peaceful and ordinary life... But how can that be possible? My parents and brothers need my protection, and I must avenge you. The Murong family must pay the price! No one can stop my resolve to become strong! One day, I will crush the entire Murong family!"

Shen Lang seemed to be talking to himself, or to Hongyu, sometimes in a low voice, sometimes in a high and passionate tone.

After an unknown amount of time, the sun set, and night fell. The jar of old wine was completely empty, and Shen Lang patted the dust off and stood up.

But when he turned around, a chill ran through his heart.

Fifty to sixty meters behind him, a black-clothed, masked person was standing quietly in front of a towering tree, watching him!

"Who are you!" Shen Lang shouted, without hesitation, and threw the two blood-red "Lover's Arrows" given to him by Hongyu for protection. The arrows, emitting a blood-red light, shot toward the black-clothed person in an unpredictable manner.

The black-clothed person did not retreat but instead moved forward. Without any visible action, he seemed to have teleported in front of Shen Lang!

The incredibly fast Lover's Arrows did not even touch the edge of his clothes!

"Explosion!" Shen Lang shouted, and his bones made a cracking sound as he moved at a speed no ordinary person could achieve.

This was a technique to unleash potential obtained in his dream, which could temporarily increase a cultivator's strength and speed tenfold.

Although the "Explosion" technique was extremely damaging to the body, facing such a bizarre expert who could easily dodge the Mystic Weapon "Lover's Arrows," he had no other choice!

Shen Lang used the immense strength from the explosion to move sideways, ignoring the excruciating pain, and immediately used the sword technique he had learned in his memory, which could cut through rivers!

"Divine Sword Suppresses Hell, Plucks Stars and Swallows the Moon!"

An overwhelming sword intent erupted from his body, and an invisible sword aura immediately slashed toward the black-clothed person!

Unfortunately, Shen Lang had almost no spirit energy. Although his body was a Heavenly Pulse Saint Body, it was now weaker than an ordinary martial artist. Forcing himself to use this powerful technique he had not yet cultivated, he not only failed to injure the other party but also caused his muscles to tear, making him look like a demon from hell!

The black-clothed person was incredibly powerful, merely surprised for a moment, and with a casual wave of his hand, the sword aura that could cut Shen Dao into pieces was easily dispelled.

Then he moved, and in the next moment, he pointed at Shen Lang with his fingers.

At this moment, Shen Lang, whose face was covered in torn muscles, showed a look of wild joy and laughed lightly, saying, "Sister Hongyu, you scared me. You deceived me so much..."

The black-clothed person stumbled, his eyes showing surprise, but his movements were quick, and he lightly pointed at Shen Lang's right chest.

Then a "buzz" sound was heard, and a small green tripod appeared out of nowhere, then grew to an enormous size, releasing a powerful aura.

The black-clothed person, caught off guard by the speed of the tripod's appearance, was hit by the light surrounding it and was sent flying back, twisting his body in mid-air and disappearing into the void...