In the dark night, even the moon's radiance was obscured by gray clouds. Bodies were piled in a quiet part of the forest, evidence of a bloody battle. Only four people remained on the scene, and they all appeared to be exhausted. This group of experts in red robes was blocking one elderly man with a baby on his front. "He's certainly a tough nut to crack," an old man in red robes said wearily, staring at the elderly man carrying the baby with murderous intent.
"Old Miao, hand over the child, let's not further waste our time here!" the red-robed man yelled, who appeared to be in his 40s.
"Wu Liang, even if you kill me right now, I will not allow any of you to lay a hand on this child," the elderly man stated solemnly. Even though both parties were worn out, the elderly man in the white robes is in worse shape.
"Hahaha, you still don't understand your situation," the person he addressed as Wu Liang replied.
"Brother, we must finish this; we are close to the Blue Pavilion Sect, they must have been notified, and reinforcement are undoubtedly on their way," a young man in red robes said.
"Idiot! Are you fucking dumb? If beating this old man was that easy, I would not have let this drag on for so long," Wu Liang reprimanded the youth.
"Fuck! these motherfuckers dare to harm this seat's life?" A fit of rage broke out in the heart of a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes at Miao Zhang's chest. You read that correctly, a baby who is fully conscious of what is going on!
This adorable and cute looking baby is actually a reincarnation of Luo Xian, the Legendary Sage who saved the world from demons. Luo Xian was fully conscious of what was happening to him at the moment he was reborn. Her mother was from the same Wu Clan as the one who is chasing after his life. His father, on the other hand, was a disciple of the Blue Pavilion Sect, which was once a major sect but was now a third-rate sect. Unfortunately, his parents died protecting him during the Wu Clan's assassination attempt. When he was reborn, he caused mystical phenomena that can only be explained when one receives a powerful gift. A gift is an ability that only a few people in the world have. Even if one has no talent in cultivation, if they have a gift, they will be valued by many. This instills greed and envy in others, particularly the Wu Clan. They cannot accept him as kin because he is related to a barely surviving sect. So the Wu Clan dispatched experts of Profound Mystic Realm to assassinate him and steal his gift. After his parents died, he was saved by Miao Zhang, an elder of the Blue Sect, but they were ambushed by a group of unknown cultivators on their way. Fortunately, they were able to flee, but were later pursued by Wu Clan cultivators. Despite his cultivation in the Profound Mystic Realm intermediate stage, Miao Zhang was no match for these three experts, two of which were Profound Mystic Realm beginner stage experts and the other is no weaker than Miao Zhang. They had been running and being pursued for nearly two days. If it hadn't been for the fact that they had been ambushed and Miao Zhang had suffered some injuries, he was confident of shaking the Wu Clan experts' pursuit off. They were now on the outskirts of the Blue Pavilion Sect's territory, but Miao Zhang refused to be calmed. His heart sank because the three Wu experts had now blocked his path. "Let's do it," the old man said, making a strange hand sign. A dazzling blood-like aura began to condensate on the old man's finger, which he then points out to Miao Zhang, who is wearing a gloomy expression. The latter simply sighed helplessly. Miao Zhang could hardly move or feel his body; all he could sense was pain all over his body.
"I'm sorry, youngest brother, but I think I failed to fulfill my promise to keep him safe," Miao Zhang closed his eyes and said to his heart. He was more concerned with the life on his back than with his own. He didn't have the appearance of an elder, but rather of a beggar. A river of memories flowed through his mind, all of them were moments of him and with his youngest brother, Shi Tian's father. The child's name is Shi Tian. "Idiot! Don't just stand there and wait for us to be killed! I don't know if I'll be able to reincarnate again, and I don't want to waste this opportunity!" Shi Tian cursed in his heart, helpless because his current body is something he can't even control with his will, and even a simple lift of his hand is impossible, so he couldn't help but curse.
In the scene, there is a brief moment of silence. The blood-like dazzling aura continues to charge and is nearly at its peak. Despite the fact that it has yet to be released, the plants in one hundred meters have dried out and withered. A baby's cry broke the silence at this point. Miao Zhang, who had grown tired of fighting and simply wanted to accept his faith, opened his eyes. He regained his spirit, and the helpless expression on his face vanished. "No one knows if he'll succeed if he doesn't try," he said bitterly.
Shi Tian felt helpless in the face of these insane men bent on murdering him. In his prime, the old man's technique would not even tickle him, let alone injure him. But at this very moment, looking at it made his heart sink. He had been with this elderly man for two days and they had managed to survive up until this point, but it now appears that all his hope was for naught. As he was experiencing intense bitterness, he couldn't help but cry with this body. Hearing his cry, the elderly man carrying him finally opened his eyes and reinstated his calm demeanor.
Although it was not fancy, the dazzling blood-like aura shoots out, frightening one's heart. At the same time, Miao Zhang's image blurred and seven Miao Zhang figures appeared, Seven Drifting Stars, a foot technique that allows one to take seven steps at once, without knowing where it began and ended, and he was able to evade the attack and manage to go past the three experts. For a brief moment, the old man in red robes was stunned; he was certain that his technique was quick and avoidable, but this old geezer easily avoided it. When he saw Miao Zhang easily evade his attack and bypass the three of them, the old man in red robes glared at one of his figures and stretched his hand and formed a grip, a grip that seemed to crush anything, "You want to escape? This old man wouldn't let you go so easily," the old man's eyes flashed with intense bloodlust and reached out Miao Zhang's figure with his grip.
A seemingly normal hand but possessed an enormous strength capable of crushing anything under the heavens. With Miao Zhang's condition, his body is riddled with injuries, and if he was gripped by this hand, he might not survive it. Even if Miao Zhang sought to dodge it, the hand was like an inescapable net.
However, a swift wind passed by in front of their eyes, taking Miao Zhang with it, and they vanished into the distance. Leaving only nothing but air for the old man in red robes to grasp. "Xuan Li!" the old man in red robes yelled angrily. In the distance, an elderly man in plain white robes appeared, with a calm demeanor and gray long hair and beard fluttering in the wind. He moved forward with both hands on his back, emitting a warm feeling. "How are you, brother Wu Chen?" Xuan Li smiled. Seeing this infuriated the Wu Clan experts, particularly this old man in red robes named Wu Chen. "Do you dare to go against our Wu Clan, Xuan Li?" sneered Wu Chen. "Hmm...go against what? If I recall correctly, your Clan murdered one of my sect's disciples," Xuan Li said deeply, the warm feeling he was giving off disappearing and being replaced by a heavy suffocating sensation. "Advanced stage Profound Mystic Realm?" the young man in red robes cried out. The aura that Xuan Li gave off made them feel helpless, and their breathing became unstable. If Wu Chen did not use his mana to create a barrier and protect the two beginner stage Profound Mystic experts, they would undoubtedly fall on their knees from the pressure. Wu Chen's face turned pale; even at his peak, he couldn't compete with an Advanced Stage Profound Mystic cultivator. "You better leave while I still have emotional control," Xuan Li said, waving his hand and sending the Wu Clan experts flying. They cough a mouthful of blood. Wu Chen clenched his fist and threatened, "We will definitely remember this." When the Wu Clan experts left, Xuan Li let out a deep sigh. He wasn't stupid; he knew that the Wu Clan would definitely take action against them after this. Despite being an Advanced Stage Profound Mystic expert, he paled in comparison to the Wu Clan, which has several experts at his level and others who far surpassed him. "The sect has barely survived for nearly 300 years now, but will our legacy come to an end now?" he shakes his head. The Blue Pavilion sect was once classified as a major sect. However, during the great war between two realms, the previous patriarch of the Blue Patriarch, a Mystic Core Advanced Stage Realm cultivator, was killed in the barren lands in his battle against the three-eyed monkey. Following that, in the absence of a Mystic Core Realm cultivator to man the fort, some powerful sects in the vicinity, including the major sects, acted and began pressuring the Blue Pavilion. Since the sect, which was once classified as a major sect, has declined and become a third-rate sect. It was a blessing that the sect remained rooted and standing for 300 years, regardless of what happened to them.
An elder appeared, "Take Elder Miao to rest and have his wound treated, and the baby...," Xuan Li paused and smiled bitterly, holding the baby in his arms and the baby stop crying and give him a strange look. "What's the matter little one?" he poke the baby's nose. "Alright let's finish the preparation" he added and the elder cupped his hand and they left.
After Xuan Li instructed them to go into hiding for a while, they left the sect and went to Mt. Meru. Some people refused to go as they would rather bathe in blood than leave the place where they have spent almost their entire lives, but they were eventually persuaded. After a few days, Wu Clan experts arrived, ready to burn down the Blue Pavilion, but they were met with nothing but silence. "Greetings Senior, this disciple has come to report that there were no people in here," a Wu Clan disciple bowed and said. "Hmmp... just where would they go hiding?" the man sitting inside the carriage, dressed in an exquisite red gown and appearing to be in his 30s, pondered.