Chapter 4 Enemy

  Grandpa and little brother just left for half a day and something happened?

  Impossible!

  All these years, those who despise themselves and scold themselves as "sweeping star" guys can't even avoid themselves, how would they go to the extent of harming Grandpa and Brother?

  Could it be an enemy?

  Is he the one who killed thousands of people from my Chen family back then?

  But after all these years, why didn't they eliminate the three generations of their own family long ago? Why did they have to wait until today?

  Chen Tang only felt his whole body's blood and energy surging, his head aching so painfully it was about to explode!

  He was like a beast trapped in trouble, rushing out of the house, out of the street, and towards the outskirts of the city.

  Grandpa and little brother, nothing will happen, won't...

  He is shouting.

  The Songyuan City at midnight is still as bright as day.

  Colorful lights with dazzling rays hang in every corner of the city, shining brightly, like a fiery dragon coiling within, bustling and grand.

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

  An emaciated old man lay on the ground, his clothes stained with blood, his eyes tightly closed, clearly having been dead for some time.

  Next to him, an eleven or twelve year old child knelt silently on the ground, his immature face without tears, but with a dull and empty gaze, like a wooden puppet without a soul.

  "I know him, he's Chen Huan from Tianxing Academy, we're classmates!"

  "Ah! So it's the younger brother of the Sweeping Star, I wonder if that old man next to him is his grandfather?"

  "Alas, it's settled then. The renowned Chen clan leader of our Songyancheng is now murdered in the desolate wilderness outside the city. Pitiful! Lamentable!"

  ……

  People were talking about it, but no one was willing to lend a hand. Because one is the brother of the Sweeping Star and the other is the grandfather of the Sweeping Star, they did not want to be involved in bad luck.

  "Everyone get out of the way, the broom star is coming!"

  A shrill voice suddenly rang out, and at the sound, the vast crowd parted to make way for a path, as if avoiding a snake or scorpion.

  Under people's strange gaze, a lean figure rushed over like crazy, and it was Chen Tai.

  "Grandpa!"

  Seeing the familiar figure lying quietly on the ground, Chen Tai completely lost hope in his heart, and the pain was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, his body trembling involuntarily.

  He walked step by step to his grandfather's body, that wooden and stern face still unchanged, but those eyes had become bloodshot and red, like a trapped beast.

  "Brother..." A very hoarse and low familiar voice sounded, Chen Yao's heart shook, but saw his younger brother Chen Yao staring at him like a wooden puppet, with empty and godless eyes.

  Who is it?

  Who did it?

  Chen Xuan's headache grew more and more painful, his fingernails deeply embedded in his palm, blood flowing out, but he didn't notice at all.

  At this moment, years of resentment and anger accumulated in his heart burst out like a volcanic eruption, spreading throughout his body.

  He is very resentful, resentful of his own incompetence, resentful of the ridicule and sarcasm around him, but powerless to change...

  Good heavens!

  If you want to punish me, then punish me alone. Why don't you spare my Chen family, my parents and grandparents?

  Why?!

  Chen Yao's inner self was raging and howling wildly, almost out of control.

  Bang!

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

  Chen Xiao looked at his little brother in his arms, seeing the exhaustion and helplessness on his tender face, suddenly waking up from endless anger, Grandpa was already dead, he must not let anything happen to his brother again.

  He carried his brother on his back and held grandfather's body in his arms, staggering as he walked through the city gate, on his way home.

  "The Sweeper Star has finally left, haha, it's all good now. After many years, he killed his grandfather again, tsk, indeed a calamity, extremely unlucky."

  "Shut up, you little scamp! If you keep cursing the Sweeping Star, you'll bring bad luck upon yourself and end up losing your own life!"

  "Cut it out, and another thing, you're not also called Sweeper Star?"

  "Hmph, too lazy to bother with you."

  "You just pretend, maybe this guy is still thinking in his heart, when will the broom star kill his brother!"

  ……

  All the way forward, the buzzing discussion accompanied by the cold night wind, floated into Chen's ears, just like a sharp silver needle, deeply piercing his heart.

  But he still walked alone, like a boulder battered by the waves, painful to the bone, stubborn as ever.

  Numb?

  No, I will always remember this moment.

  If I don't die, there will be a day when I'll climb the heavenly ladder, enter the clouds, and hold the nine heavens and starry rivers in my arms, standing high above!

  You guys

  Just wait and mock yourself then.

  ……

  In the suburbs, it's drizzling with a steady rain, like silk and threads.

  "Grandfather, rest in peace."

  In front of a solitary grave, Chen Xuan stood up and said in a low voice, his tone calm and flat, but with a hint of stubbornness.

  Since that day, Chen Xiao had been kneeling in front of the grave for three days, neither eating nor drinking, and was unmoved by the wind and sun, his face pale and haggard to the extreme.

  Seeing Chen Xiao recover as usual, Bai Weiqing secretly let out a sigh of relief and said: "Let's go home first, Chen Hao woke up from his coma last night."

  Chen Xiao nodded in agreement.

  "Thank you, Bai Yi."

  As he approached the entrance of his home, Chen Zhuo stopped in his tracks and solemnly thanked Bai Yuqing. For these three days, Bai Yuqing had been at home taking care of his younger brother, just like one of their own family members, which deeply moved him.

  When everyone else is only concerned with mocking themselves, there is one person who is silently working hard for himself. Such a person deserves to be remembered and thanked by Chen Tai for his whole life.

  Bai Wei Qing seemed to not have expected Chen Tang to thank her so solemnly, and was taken aback for a moment before smiling and saying: "As long as you live well, and live better than anyone else, that's the best thanks I could ask for."

  Chen Yao nodded heavily again.

  Bai Wei Qing smiled slightly and left without lingering, turning around and walking away.

  As he watched her slender figure disappear, a warm current surged up in Chen's heart, invigorating him and dissipating some of the gloom from his brow.

  "Older brother."

  The door opened and Chen Hao looked at Chen Tang outside the door, calling out softly.

  Chen Xiao walked forward and tightly hugged his brother into his arms: "It's okay if your right hand is disabled, as long as you're alive, there's hope."

  That night, Chen Yao's grandfather was ambushed and killed, while Chen Hao also paid the price of his right hand. His right arm was crippled and useless, even if he had found the legendary medicine that could revive the dead, it would have been of no use.

  Chen Xiao was extremely clear about the pain of losing his right hand, which had been given to his younger brother. His younger brother had been obsessed with swordsmanship since childhood and had made a grand vow to create his own path in the world of swords. Now that his right hand was gone, it undoubtedly meant the complete burial of his younger brother's long-held dream, and the pain was imaginable.

  "Brother, I've made up my mind, I'm going to cultivate the left-handed sword!"

  Chen Hao stood up straight, his eyes shining brightly, and the whole person seemed to be reborn from the fire. He said firmly: "Losing my right hand is also a good thing. One hand, one sword, can make me more focused, and my swordsmanship more specialized."

  "Chen Yu looked at his brother, who seemed to have grown up overnight, and saw the determination rekindled in his eyes. He was overcome with emotion and couldn't help but exclaim: 'Good! Good! Good!'"

  Three good words in a row, and Chen Xuan's joy was expressed with great relish.

  ……

  "My grandfather and I were ambushed in Qinglang Gorge by three masked men. Before he died, Grandfather said that they all had cultivation at the level of Zi Fu."

  After dinner, Chen Tai began to ask his grandfather and brother about the things they encountered after leaving the city. He wanted to figure out who the murderer was that killed his grandfather.

  However, when he heard his brother mention that they were three Zi Fu realm cultivators, Chen Xiao's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

  One path of cultivation is divided into post-heaven, pre-heaven, Zi Fu, Huang Ting, Two Principles Golden Elixir, Nirvana, Ming Hua True Person, and Broken Calamity Earthly Immortal.

  After ninefold refinement, the true primordial energy is cultivated internally, and the meridians are unblocked. The lifespan increases by one hundred years. Upon reaching this realm, the body becomes strong and robust, the essence and blood surge like a tide, and all diseases cease to arise.

  Born with ninefold, spitting and inhaling the heaven and earth, refining the mind and fixing the nature, the lifespan suddenly increases by a hundred years. At this stage, one has already washed away the ordinary fetus, the body is full of spirit, but among the millions of people in the world, those who can step into the prenatal are extremely rare!

  The boundary of the Purple Mansion, however, secretly borrows the power of Heaven and Earth, opening up the Purple Mansion within the Dan Tian. Each time the boundary is elevated by one layer, another True Origin Star appears inside the Purple Mansion. Only when nine stars are linked together can the Purple Mansion be considered complete.

  This boundary is also known as the Starry Sky Boundary. Upon reaching this boundary, one's lifespan will increase by 500 years before they can be considered to have laid down a solid foundation for their cultivation path and truly embarked on the path of cultivating immortality.

  As far as Chen Xiao knew, among the pre-heavenly strong, those who wanted to open up the Purple Mansion were one in ten thousand. In the vast city of Songyancheng, the Purple Mansion cultivators were absolutely the strongest. Now hearing that the murderer who killed his grandfather was actually three Purple Mansion cultivators, the shock in Chen Xiao's heart could be imagined.

  He has now cultivated to the Xiantian Third Realm, thanks to his grandfather Chen Tianlei's careful guidance since childhood.

  In those days, the Chen family was a powerful and prosperous clan in Songyancheng. As the head of the Chen family, Chen Tianlei himself was a Seventh Star cultivator of the Purple Mansion Sect. Although his cultivation had been crippled, he had never lost the legacy passed down through his body. With Chen Tianlei's careful guidance, even someone with ordinary talent like Chen Xuan could easily advance to the Pre-Heavenly realm.

  However, his desire to advance to the Zifu stage was extremely slim. After all, his cultivation had been stagnant at the Xiantian third level for a full five years, and it was still uncertain whether he could make further progress.

  "Ah, I have a Sound Recording Symbol here that recorded a conversation between those three people!" Chen Hao suddenly slapped his forehead and exclaimed, pulling out a pale blue symbol from his pocket and handing it to Chen Xi.

  A leaving note is an auxiliary symbol, in the cultivation world, when cultivators go out, to avoid friends who come to visit and can't find themselves, they will often leave a leaving note at home to give hints.

  This recording was made by Chen Yao for his younger brother to play with, but unexpectedly it came in handy. Thinking that the next moment he might hear the voice of the murderer who killed his grandfather, Chen Yao's heart skipped a beat.

  The true yuan poured in, and the surface of the Lingyin symbol suddenly burst forth with a faint blue light.

  "The princes will be replaced, they must be trapped alive in Songyancheng, let them live in the ridicule and contempt of the world, until they drive themselves to death..."

  "Cast a net over the sky and earth, once they leave the city, catch them back! This matter concerns the young master's marriage with the lady of Longyuan City, if you dare to be slow, kill without pardon!"

  A sharp, cold voice was like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, spitting out from the answering machine.

  Bang!

  The sound of the zither turned into a wisp of smoke and dispersed without a trace.

  Chen's face was ashen.