Chapter 4

Grandpa and my little brother have only been gone for half a day, and something happened already?

Impossible!

Over the years, those who despised me, who called me a harbinger of misfortune, couldn't even avoid me in time, how could they have the heart to harm Grandpa and my little brother?

Could it be an enemy?

Is it the one who killed over a thousand of our Chen family members back then?

But, after so many years, why didn't they eliminate us three long ago? Why wait until today?

Chen Xi felt his blood boil, his head almost exploding with pain!

He was like a wild beast trapped in a dilemma, rushing out of the house, through the streets, and toward the city outskirts.

Grandpa and my little brother, they must be fine, they must be...

He was shouting.

In the dead of night, Songyan City was still as bright as day.

Colorful lights adorned every corner of the city, the streets illuminated like fire dragons, bustling and magnificent.

The streets were crowded with people, and an even larger crowd gathered at the city gate.

On the ground lay a gaunt old man, his clothes stained with blood, his eyes tightly closed, clearly already dead.

Beside him, a child around eleven or twelve years old knelt silently, his young face devoid of tears, his eyes gray and hollow, like a soulless puppet.

"I know him, he's Chen Hao from Tianxing Academy, he's my classmate!"

"Ah! So he's the little brother of the harbinger of misfortune, the old man beside him must be his grandpa, right?"

"Alas, it must be. The once-renowned Chen family leader of our Songyan City is now killed in the wilderness outside the city, how tragic! How lamentable!"

...

People were discussing, but no one was willing to lend a hand. Because one was the little brother of the harbinger of misfortune, and the other was his grandpa, they didn't want to be tainted by bad luck.

"Everyone, quickly move aside, the harbinger of misfortune is coming!"

A sharp voice suddenly rang out, and the crowd quickly parted, as if avoiding venomous snakes.

Amidst the strange gazes of the people, a thin figure rushed over like a madman, and it was Chen Xi.

"Grandpa!"

Seeing the familiar figure lying quietly on the ground, Chen Xi's last hope was shattered, his heart pierced by a thousand arrows, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He approached Grandpa's body step by step, his usually stern face unchanged, but his eyes were bloodshot, like a trapped beast.

"Brother..." A very hoarse and familiar voice sounded, Chen Xi's heart trembled, and he saw his little brother, Chen Hao, looking at him like a puppet, his eyes empty and lifeless.

Who?

Who did this?

Chen Xi's heart ached even more, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood flowing, but he didn't even notice.

At this moment, the long-suppressed anger in his heart erupted like lava, spreading throughout his body.

He hated himself for being too weak, hated himself for being unable to change the ridicule and mockery around him...

Heaven!

If you want to punish, punish me alone, why not spare my Chen family, my parents, my grandpa?

Why!?

Chen Xi's heart roared wildly, almost losing control.

Bang!

Chen Hao seemed unable to hold on any longer, closing his eyes weakly and fainting in Chen Xi's arms.

Chen Xi looked at his little brother in his arms, seeing the fatigue and helplessness on his young face, and suddenly snapped out of his endless anger. Grandpa was already dead, he couldn't let anything happen to his little brother.

He carried his little brother on his back, holding Grandpa's body, and walked through the city gate, heading home.

"The harbinger of misfortune is finally gone, ha, this is great. After so many years, he has brought about his grandpa's death again, tsk, truly a harbinger of bad luck, the most unfortunate one."

"Be quiet, you little brat, if you keep cursing the harbinger of misfortune, you'll bring bad luck upon yourself and lose your life!"

"Tsk, you're calling me, but you also call him the harbinger of misfortune?"

"Hmph, I don't have time for you."

"Just pretend, maybe you're even thinking in your heart when the harbinger of misfortune will bring about his little brother's death!"

...

As he walked, the buzzing discussions accompanied the cold night wind, drifting into Chen Xi's ears like sharp silver needles, piercing his heart deeply.

But he continued walking, like a rock battered by waves, his pain deep in his bones, his stubbornness unchanged.

Numb?

No, I will remember this moment forever.

If I don't die, one day, I will climb the heavenly ladder, reach the clouds, embrace the stars of the nine heavens, and stand high above!

You—

Just wait and see, you will mock me.

...

In the outskirts, the rain was drizzling, like silk threads.

"Grandpa, rest in peace."

In front of a solitary grave, Chen Xi stood up and said softly, his voice calm and steady, but with a firm and resolute tone.

Since that day, Chen Xi had been kneeling at the grave for three days, not eating or drinking, unaffected by the wind and sun, his face pale and haggard to the extreme.

Seeing Chen Xi return to normal, Bai Wanqing, who was standing beside him, secretly sighed in relief and said, "Let's go home first, Chen Hao woke up from his coma last night."

Chen Xi nodded in agreement.

"Aunt Bai, thank you."

As they approached the house, Chen Xi stopped, his expression solemn as he thanked Bai Wanqing. For these three days, Bai Wanqing had been at home helping to take care of his little brother, like a family member, which deeply moved him.

When everyone only knew how to mock him, there was someone who silently worked hard for him. Such a person deserved his lifelong gratitude.

Bai Wanqing, who didn't expect Chen Xi to thank her so solemnly, was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "As long as you live well and better than anyone else, that's the best way to thank me."

Chen Xi nodded solemnly again.

Bai Wanqing smiled and left without lingering.

Watching her graceful and slender figure disappear, a warm current welled up in Chen Xi's heart, invigorating his spirit, and the gloom on his face lessened.

"Brother."

The door opened, and Chen Hao looked at Chen Xi outside, calling softly.

Chen Xi walked forward and firmly embraced his little brother, "It's not a big deal to lose your right hand, as long as you're alive, there's hope."

That night, Chen Xi's grandpa was attacked and killed, and Chen Hao paid the price of losing his right hand, his right arm's vitality completely destroyed. Even if the most powerful medicine that could revive the dead and regenerate flesh were found, it would be of no use.

Chen Xi knew very well how much losing his right hand had affected his little brother. His little brother had been passionate about swordsmanship since childhood, vowing to create his own path in swordsmanship. Now, without his right hand, it was as if his long-held dream was completely buried, and the pain was unimaginable.

"Brother, I've already decided, I will practice left-handed swordsmanship!"

Chen Hao straightened his back, his eyes clear and bright, as if reborn from the fire, firmly saying, "Losing my right hand is a good thing, one hand, one sword, can make me more focused and dedicated to swordsmanship."

Chen Xi looked at his little brother, who seemed to have grown up overnight, and at the renewed determination in his eyes, his heart surged with emotion, unable to control himself, "Good! Good! Good!"

Three consecutive "goods" expressed Chen Xi's joy to the fullest.

...

"My grandpa and I were ambushed in the Green Wolf Valley, by three masked men. Grandpa said before he died that they were all at the Zifu realm."

After eating, Chen Xi began to ask about what happened after his grandpa and little brother left the city. He needed to find out who the murderer was.

However, when he heard that the three men were at the Zifu realm, Chen Xi's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The cultivation path is divided into: Postnatal, Prenatal, Zifu, Huangting, Two Instruments Golden Core, Nirvana, Meditation Immortal, and Earth Immortal.

Postnatal has nine levels, cultivating true essence, unblocking meridians, and extending life by sixty years. At this level, one is strong and healthy, with abundant blood and energy, and free from illness.

Prenatal has nine levels, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, cultivating the mind and character, and extending life by a hundred years. At this level, one has transcended the mortal body, with a spirit-infused physique, but among the millions of people, only a few can reach the Prenatal realm!

The Zifu realm, on the other hand, steals the power of heaven and earth, opening a Zifu in the dantian. Each time the realm is advanced, a true essence star is added to the Zifu, and when nine stars align, it is considered complete.

This realm is also known as the Star-Pointing realm. At this level, one's lifespan extends by five hundred years, and it is only then that one can be said to have laid the foundation for cultivation, truly entering the path of immortality.

According to Chen Xi's knowledge, among the millions of Prenatal cultivators, only a few can open a Zifu. In the vast Songyan City, Zifu cultivators are the absolute top-tier powerhouses. Hearing that the murderers of his grandpa were three Zifu cultivators, Chen Xi's shock was unimaginable.

He was currently at the third level of the Prenatal realm, thanks to the meticulous guidance of his grandpa, Chen Tianli, since childhood.

Back then, the Chen family was one of the most powerful families in Songyan City, and Chen Tianli, as the family leader, was a Zifu Seven Stars cultivator. Although his cultivation was destroyed, his lineage remained intact. Even with Chen Xi's ordinary talent, with Chen Tianli's careful teaching, reaching the Prenatal realm was not a problem.

However, advancing to the Zifu realm was extremely difficult for him. After all, his cultivation had stagnated at the third level of the Prenatal realm for five years, and whether he could advance further was uncertain.

"Right, I have a sound recording talisman here, recording a segment of their conversation!" Chen Hao suddenly slapped his head, pulled out a dark blue talisman from his pocket, and handed it to Chen Xi.

A sound recording talisman is an auxiliary talisman. In the cultivation world, cultivators often leave a sound recording talisman at home when they go out, to inform visitors of their whereabouts.

This sound recording talisman was made by Chen Xi for his little brother to play with, but it turned out to be of great use. The thought of possibly hearing the voice of the murderer of his grandpa made Chen Xi's heart race.

Infusing true essence into the talisman, a dark blue light suddenly appeared on its surface.

"The young master ordered us to trap them in Songyan City, to make them live in the ridicule and contempt of the world, until they drive themselves to death..."

"Set up a sky-high net, once they leave the city, capture them! This matter concerns the marriage of the young master and the one from Longyuan City, if you dare to be negligent, you will be killed without mercy!"

The sharp and cold voice, like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, floated out of the talisman.

Snap!

The sound recording talisman turned to dust and disappeared.

Chen Xi's face was ashen.

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