As I gazed into the distance, I saw a massive moon looming larger than the one on Earth. I thought to myself, "The moon is a harsh mistress, it shines bright but offers no warmth.
The morning arrived, and I watched as Ling Xiao and the others trained. I recalled Qing Yu's words, "This sect is hidden deep within the forest." But how did Jang Ran stumble upon us? I pondered this question and called out to him, "Jang Ran, come here."
Jang Ran approached, asking, "Why did you summon me, Elder Fang Lin?" I inquired, "How did you know about our sect's existence?" He hesitated before revealing, "I heard it from our Tribe Leader."
My expression remained emotionless, but my mind raced with intrigue. "Tell me, Jang Ran, how did your Tribe Leader know about our sect?" Jang Ran explained, "A month and a half ago, an old man appeared, claiming a sect would be built here. But no one believed him, as it seemed foolish to construct a sect within this dense forest."
I thought to myself, "Indeed, a man with a brain would not build a sect here." I asked Jang Ran, "Why didn't your tribe join us?" He replied, "My tribe values peace and avoids conflict."
I sighed, inquiring about the location of his tribe. A cunning smile spread across my face as I thought, "Near the river, hehehe." I knew of a dense grass area, 500 meters from the tribe, where ferocious fur bulls resided. These beasts roamed outside the forest, feeding on both humans and grass. I devised a plan to lure them towards the tribe, save them, and become their hero. Then, they would surely join my sect. The night fell, and I eagerly awaited the opportunity to put my plan into action.
It was a peaceful night, the calm before the storm. I gazed upon the fur bulls, sleeping soundly with their cubs. Despite my recent arrival, I knew too much about this place. My eyes fixed on one of the cubs, and I crept closer, my sword at the ready. With a swift motion, I pierced the cub's leg, and it let out a deafening roar.
The other fur bulls stirred, their brown eyes fixed on me, their fangs bared. I severed the cub's head, and the pack erupted into a chorus of howls. I turned to flee, with all 40 fur bulls in hot pursuit. Their thunderous roars echoed through the night as I sprinted towards the tribe, disappearing into the darkness.
My plan was set in motion, and soon, I would be the hero who saved the tribe from these ferocious beasts. Little did they know, I was the one who unleashed the terror upon them. The night was young, and the chaos was only just beginning.
The tribe's peaceful night was shattered by the sound of fur bulls' thunderous roars, like a chorus of hellish beasts. I had unleashed the monsters upon them, and now they paid the price in blood.
The first to fall was a young girl, her screams echoing through the night as a fur bull's jaws snapped shut around her waist, crushing her spine. The beast's teeth tore through her flesh, spilling entrails onto the ground like a grotesque ribbon. Her eyes froze in terror as the bull's claws ripped her arms from their sockets.
A tribesman tried to defend himself, but a fur bull's claws ripped his chest open, exposing his ribcage like a macabre puzzle. The bull's tongue licked the man's face, savoring the taste of his fear, before its jaws closed around his head, crushing his skull like a fragile egg. Brain matter splattered the ground, mixing with the dirt and blood.
The tribe's leader, a robust man, fought back with his spear, but a fur bull's fangs sank into his thigh, dragging him down like a rag doll. He cried out in agony as the bull's hot breath washed over him, its saliva dripping onto his skin like acid. The bull's claws tore at his flesh, shredding his muscles like paper.
The carnage continued, with fur bulls tearing through the tribe like paper dolls. Blood-soaked bodies littered the ground, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles. The air reeked of death, a noxious cloud of blood and fear that hung heavy over the carnage.
When the sun rose, 20% of the tribe lay dead or dying, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition. The survivors cowered in fear, their eyes haunted by the horrors they had witnessed. The ground was slick with blood, a gruesome canvas of violence and terror.
In the midst of the brutal massacre, a mother and child cowered in terror as the ferocious fur bulls ravaged the land. The mother desperately tried to shield herself and her child, but the bulls were unrelenting. Just when all hope seemed lost, a figure descended from the sky, radiating an aura of invincibility. The tribespeople watched in awe as the figure moved with lightning-fast speed and precision, cutting down the bulls with effortless ease.
As I stepped into the fray, the air seemed to electrify with anticipation. I stood tall and calmly said"Supersonic First Form" The words hung in the air like a challenge, and the threads began to align. Suddenly, a brilliant thread-like line appeared before me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed upon the thread, my heart pounding with excitement.
With a deep breath, I focused my senses and allowed the thread to guide my movements. My body began to move with incredible speed and precision, cutting down every bull in sight. The threads seemed to vibrate with power, imbuing me with an unstoppable force. I was a whirlwind of steel and fury, leaving a trail of defeated bulls in my wake.
The bull's head fell off, and a fountain of blood erupted from its body. The head rolled on the ground, and I continued my relentless assault, cutting down every bull with flawless precision. The massacre ended in mere seconds, and the tribespeople looked at me with wonder and reverence.
Jang Ran emerged from the tribe, his face bloodied, and addressed me with reverence as Elder Fang Lin. I asked him about the source of the sounds I had heard, thinking they signaled a celebration, but he revealed that it was actually a brutal attack. His face showed a solemn expression, but inside, he was overjoyed by his disciple's entry
Jang Ran approached me, his eyes welling up with tears. "Elder Fang Lin. Kane asked what happened here?" he said, his voice trembling. I could sense the depth of his sorrow.
"Some fur bulls attacked us," Jang Ran explained, his voice cracking. "We were unprepared, and many of our people have died." I consoled him with a gentle nod, and together we began to gather the bodies of the deceased. As we worked, I thought to myself, "I must find a way to boost their morale and convince them to join my sect."
As night fell, the tribe built a massive bonfire, and Chen Yu, the tribe's leader, approached me. His body was wrapped in bandages, a testament to the ferocity of the attack. "Thank you, Lord Fang Lin, for helping us in our time of need," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.
I smiled humbly, "It's only natural for a cultivator like myself to assist those in need." With that, I stood up to address the crowd. "My name is Fang Lin, and I am the sect leader of the Heaven Defying Sect. Today's massacre has made me realize that Heaven doesn't see us as their children, unwilling to lend a hand in our times of struggle. But heaven only sees the Immortals who live in heaven as their children.
My voice grew stronger, "But I refuse to ignore those who need help. I will not follow the will of Heaven, for it sees us only as mortals. I will help every mortal, every human being, regardless of their circumstances." The crowd erupted into cheers, and Jang Ran exclaimed, "Elder Fang Lin, you are great!" In that moment, I became their hero.