Chapter 111: Awakening in an Unfamiliar Place

  The sky is raining, the raindrops are falling down with a rustling sound, hitting the wide leaves, making a hissing noise. The rainwater accumulates on the leaves, gathering along the veins and forming a stream, which falls off at the tip of the leaf.

  This is a rainforest, with mud all over the ground, and rainwater pouring down, forming puddles everywhere. The sky is pitch black, except for the occasional flash of lightning that illuminates everything in an instant.

  That rumbling thunder, quietly coming and going, is swirling in this deep night.

  In the depths of this rainforest, there is a hidden mountain range in the darkness of night. The mountains are not high and cannot be compared to the wonders and dangers of Wushan. They are short but numerous.

  At this moment, two flashes of lightning cut through the sky, making the earth suddenly bright, and it can be vaguely seen that on the middle of one of the mountains, someone seems to be lying down.

  This person has been here for several days in this desolate and uninhabited place, where few people come. It is unknown how he appeared, wearing tattered animal hides, looking extremely disheveled.

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  Lying there motionless was a young man, looking to be in his early twenties. Although he had a clear and handsome face, there was a scar on his cheek.

  He closed his eyes, with numerous wounds on his body. Under the rain, these wounds had turned white, without any fresh blood flowing out.

  The rain continued for several days before slowly stopping, the sky cleared up and the dark clouds dispersed, welcoming the bright sunshine.

  Now it's summer, after the rain, the earth slowly has a layer of fog rising into the air, and there is also a scorching heat, baking all living things.

  The young man lying on the hillside is still motionless, as if dead.

  Days passed again, and several vultures circled in the sky. These vultures had cold eyes, and while flying in the sky, they stared at the young man on the mountain waist, as if hesitating.

  At last, a vulture seemed to have lost its patience and swooped down rapidly towards the young man's body. It flapped its wings, circled low in the air for several rounds, and landed directly on the youth's chest. With its sharp beak, it was about to peck at its prey that had been staring at it for several days.

  One mouthful, one mouthful, the vulture ate while observing the prey's expression, and gradually its vigilant heart relaxed. In its view, this was indeed a dead person.

  Immediately afterwards, the remaining vultures in the sky came rushing one after another, silently falling onto the young man's body with cold eyes. Just as they had just landed for a moment, the young man suddenly opened his eyes wide and raised his right hand to grab the first vulture that fell on his chest. The other vultures were startled and tried to fly up, but their bodies seemed to be stuck to the young man's body and could not fly out.

  Seizing the vulture, the young man put it to his mouth and took a fierce bite into its neck, drinking its blood. The fishy-smelling blood flowed down his throat and into his body, causing his numb limbs, which had been dulled by hunger, to tingle with pain.

  But this stinging sensation was what finally brought a hint of warmth to his entire body.

  Soon, the vulture struggled and flapped a few times, lost all its blood, and stopped moving. The young man took a deep breath, put down the vulture in his hand, and slowly grabbed another vulture that couldn't fly on his body, drank its blood again, until all seven vultures on his body died. Only then did the young man's face gradually have a hint of blood color.

  He lay there, gazing up at the sky, which was a brilliant blue with scorching sunlight, his eyes filled with confusion, he was Su Ming.

  In the rain night a few days ago, he had awakened. In that instant when he woke up, he could still faintly hear the weak voice in his mind calling him "brother" as if in a dream, which had been with him all along.

  When he was fully awake, he also felt a severe pain all over his body, without any strength, and even couldn't lift his hand.

  He could only lie there, letting the rain fall on his body, and the raindrops hit the wounds all over his body, hurting him until he was numb. What was numb was not just his body, but also his heart.

  These days, he lay in the original place, his mind was very confused and chaotic. He only remembered that in the half-air of Wushan, because of a palm from the starry sky person, a whirlpool appeared, and at the moment it sucked him in, he saw Ah Gong closing his eyes, life and death unknown followed

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  He didn't know what the whirlpool was, nor did he understand why it appeared. He also had no idea where he was now, but as he looked at the scorching sun in the sky and the unfamiliar surrounding mountains, he had a vague premonition that he should not be in Wushan anymore.

  He was unwilling to believe that his grandfather had passed away, but he understood that his grandfather's injuries were much more severe than his own. The last glimpse of his grandfather's motionless figure with closed eyes made Su Ming not want to think about it anymore. His heart felt a sharp pain, as if he had lost a close relative forever.

  "Grandfather, don't die..." Su Ming closed his eyes, and the sorrow on his face was slowly hidden away. From young to old, he had always been under his grandfather's protection, never leaving him for a long time. But now, the unfamiliar surroundings made Su Ming feel lonely at the same time, also forcing him to become stronger.

  When he opened his eyes again, the sorrow was gone, hidden deep within him, where outsiders couldn't see it. His gaze was calm, even coldly calm.

  He struggled to sit up, under the scorching sun, with his legs crossed and eyes closed, silently circulating the Qi and blood in his body. But as soon as the Qi and blood started flowing, they immediately turned into severe pain that made Su Ming's body tremble, yet he gritted his teeth without making a single sound.

  He understood that his body had been through a series of intense battles after forcing its way through, and was finally seriously injured, leaving behind deep hidden dangers, which had now erupted.

  "The 243rd bloodline of the Seventh Layer of Blood Coagulation is still intact, but before I recover...” Su Ming panted heavily, raised his right hand and clenched his fist tightly, a sharp pain struck him, but his expression didn't change at all, he had already learned to endure the pain.

  "It can exert the strength of about 100 bloodlines, equivalent to the peak of the fifth layer of Blood Condensation Realm. However, as time passes, this hidden danger will become greater and greater, making me weaker and weaker until death." Su Ming fell silent, enduring the intense pain as he circulated the bloodlines in his body. As the sky darkened and the bright moon appeared, Su Ming lifted his head to gaze at it. A strand of moonlight descended, swirling around his body before slowly seeping into him, nourishing his entire being.

  The night passed quickly, and when the morning sunlight poured onto the earth, driving away some of the chill of the night and replacing it with scorching heat, Su Ming opened his eyes and let out a mouthful of turbid air.

  His complexion was much better than yesterday, but a hint of weakness floated to the surface. Su Ming furrowed his brow and checked his body before letting out a soft sigh.

  "If it weren't for my grasp of the subtleties, plus being able to borrow moonlight to heal wounds, I'm afraid that after tonight, the power of the Bloodline I can exert won't still be in its original state of a hundred strands. Even so, the power of the Bloodline I can currently exert has already been reduced to ninety-eight strands."

  It's essential to resolve this hidden danger as soon as possible, I need enough medicine to nourish myself. Su Ming hesitated for a moment, touched the things in his bosom, he had been sucked into that vortex for an unknown period of time, but the few items in his bosom were still there.

  A torn pouch, a small bone that the mountain scar had been holding onto before he died, and a beast bone given by the tribe's elder to confirm the safety of the tribe before they parted ways.

  In addition to these, there is a bone flute, a fragment of a Wushan barbarian figurine, and a small bottle that has been damaged but not shattered, containing two drops of barbarian blood.

  Looking at these objects, Su Ming picked up the fragment of the Wushan barbarian statue. It was this very fragment that had cut across his face when it exploded, leaving a scar.

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  Looking at this thing, Su Ming closed his eyes. After a long time, he put all the items into that damaged pocket. This thing might have had some clues, but at this moment, it was undoubtedly his only choice.

  After finishing everything, Su Ming stood up, his right hand probing his brow, his expression showing contemplation. Now that he had to rely on himself for everything, he had to be extremely cautious and couldn't afford to make the slightest mistake.

  "This place is unfamiliar, and in my current state, it's not suitable for me to leave this rainforest before my cultivation is fully restored. The vegetation here is lush, perhaps I can find some herbs that I need." After a moment of contemplation, Su Ming's eyes flashed with a hint of weakness, and he slowly descended the mountain, spending several days searching cautiously in the continuous mountains and within the rainforest.

  "Grandpa... isn't here." Several days later, by a small mountain stream, Su Ming sat on the riverbank, clutching his chest. The pain there made the sadness in his expression impossible to hide.

  After a while, Su Ming washed away his sorrow with indifference and calmness by the small river, cleaning his body and looking at his reflection in the rippling water. The face was no longer that of a 16-year-old's innocence, but one that bore the faint marks of time.

  "I've been trapped in that whirlpool for many years..." Su Ming touched the scar left by Wu Shan's brutal hand on his face, and silently washed himself clean, put on his clothes, tied up his hair, sat beside the river, and gazed quietly at the sky.

  "That black-robed person took out a token, why did Grandfather's expression change after seeing it, the words spoken by the black-robed person... We are those people..."

  "Although Beitou is dead, through the words of that black-robed man, this war has another meaning..."

  "The last great flag that flew out of Ah Gong's body transformed into a starry sky, which the black-robed man had once called the 'Outer Domain Starry Sky', what is the Outer Domain..."

  "Grandfather, you want me to remember that starry sky... does it have something to do with my origins?" Su Ming fell silent, his expression complex. What he remembered most deeply was the figure formed by the stars in the altered starry sky, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat like him... Who was he?

  Su Ming's heart had an answer, but he couldn't be certain.

  "He... is my father? ... As these things happened, Su Ming could feel that there were some huge mysteries surrounding him, covering everything around him, making it unclear."

  "And where am I now... how far is it from Wushan..."

  "Bai Ling... I remember our appointment... but I won't be able to make it." Su Ming closed his eyes.

  "Little Red, are you okay......" As the sky entered dusk and gradually darkened, Su Ming left the small river and headed towards the rainforest. His back figure exuded loneliness, with a hint of desolation.

  The chapter number was wrong and couldn't be changed, so let's just consider it as making up for the missing 104.

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