Holding the little Yin Hanjiang who was only six years old in his arms, Wen Renhe rode the horse slowly along the road as he moved towards the gate of the border town.
Little Yin Hanjiang raised his hand and touched the bandage on Wen Renhe’s face.
“Is it scary?” Wen Renhe asked.
His face and hands were covered with burns, which were caused by the young Wen Renwu himself.
The Ren family had been beheaded, Wen Renwu rushed back to the capital with the help of Marshal Wen’s guards but didn’t archive anything except collecting the bodies of his parents.
His father’s friends could not help him much but they still prepared a false identity for him and told him to go as far as he could, and never return until the Wen family was absolved of their injustice.
Wen Renwu was still a wanted criminal so in order to not give other people trouble and also protect himself, he ruthlessly jumped into the fire, burning his face. Before it could heal, he quickly left the capital and when he was passing through the checkpoint his bandage was torn off by officers and soldiers who did not believe he had burns, thus traveling with swollen red flesh and blood.
“It’s not scary.” Little Yin Hanjiang shrank in his arms, thinking of the way the young Wen Renwu spent those years.
His whole family was loyal but he was the only one left, he was only a fifteen-year-old boy and not long ago he was still naughty and mischievous boy. But now he was all alone, needed to hide his true name, suppress his bravado and elegance and burn his own handsome face to fight against the world full of malice.
Cultivators could heal any wounds. The first time Yin Hanjiang met Wen Renhe, he was already cultivating for 200 years and had superb strength, just like a god. Wen Renhe who was unmatched in the entire cultivation world was like a physical manifestation of what it means to be strong. No one could have imagined that he had such a past. Even if Yin Hanjiang had heard Wen Renhe mention his past occasionally, he could not associate the two.
Only at this moment, did Yin Hanjiang understand more than ever that his lord was not a god, but a human being with blood and flesh. Wen Renhe also understood more than anyone what pain was.
Little Yin Hanjiang climbed upwards and wrapped both hands around Wen Renhe’s neck, raising his head to kiss Wen Renhe bandage, and whisper: “It hurts.”
“What are you thinking about?” Wen Renhe, nudged Yin Hanjiang head: “It’s been more than three hundred and fifty years ago, how could it still hurt.”
In the soul sea, some specific scenes cannot be changed. After all, it was something that had already happened. When the soul sea of Wen Renwu memories was too emotional, Wen Renhe would also involuntarily synchronize. But since memory was already so bleak, Wen Renhe could maintain a calm state of mind.
Little Yin Hanjiang said nothing, but buried his head in his shoulder and said nothing.
They traveled in this way for a half a year before arriving at the border town. At this moment the border town was no longer the same as back then. All nine cities on the border had been ceded to the invaders.
“Back then, I knew I couldn’t kill that shitty emperor so I ran toward the border. I wanted to assassinate the foreign generals and kill them one by one.” Wen Renhe said to Yin Hanjiang: “There was also my own war halberd in that place so I was bent on returning to the border town and getting my weapon back from home.”
Young Yin Hanjiang’s heart clenched.
He watched quietly as the teenager Wen Renwu did not take the letter of recommendation to become a minor official and instead crossed the city wall alone late at night, relying on his strong martial arts skills. Wen Renwu relied on his legs to run frantically for hundreds of miles, after running for several days and nights, avoiding the foreign army, he finally arrived at the border town.
Teenager Wen Renwu thought of home. Although his family was gone, there were still traces of his life in the border town, there was still his weapon as well as wedding wine his parents prepared for his sister.
But the night he arrived at the border town, he saw the fire from afar.
He killed a single invader soldier and changed into his clothes. When he went into the city he saw an abandoned city in flames.
Dr. Li, Wang Hu and many other people he had known were now corpses laying all over the place. The invader soldiers found Wen Renyan’s wedding red wine in the mansion and were drinking it to their heart’s content.
Wen Renyan was young and still had no idea about marriage, she only knew that marrying someone she should find a person like her father who would spoil her. She knew that her father loved to drink so she especially cherished her wedding wine, thinking about digging it up when she marries in the future and taking it home. She also bragged in front of Wen Renwu all day long that she had good wine, so she became very angry when Wen Renwu stole some of her wine.
The young girl’s wine, which was as precious as her lifeblood, was trampled on and broken, one by one against the door of the dilapidated marshal’s house.
“Kill! Kill them! Burn them and refine them into an oil lamp to light an everlasting soul lamp!” Little Yin Hanjiang’s face distorted as he spoke by Wen Renhe side.
This was Wen Renhe’s soul sea memory so when Wen Renhe fell into a certain emotion, Yin Hanjiang would become isolated from this world. If Wen Renhe could see him, people around him would be able to see him, but if Wen Renhe couldn’t see him, no one would be able to see him either.
At this time Wen Renwu didn’t see Yin Hanjiang, as he looked at this painful scene his hands clenched tightly, his fingernails scratching his palms as he forced himself to endure.
Can’t go, can’t go! He was the only one alive from the whole family, he must live. There was no use killing a handful of people, as long as he was alive, he still had a chance.
He covered his eyes, turned around and ran wildly. Fleeing the town until he was in a deserted place, only to fall helplessly to the ground and curl up, burying his face deeply in his arms and making a wailing sound unlike any a human could make.
Little Yin Hanjiang watched brother Renwu from the side, he could only watch.
Then he saw a man descend from the sky and stand beside Wen Renwu with a lofty attitude, he said: “I was originally attracted by the bloody aura of this town, thinking of catching a few resentful souls to cultivate, but I didn’t expect that this dead people wouldn’t have enough resentment. I thought I had made a trip for nothing, but I didn’t expect to meet such a good seedling as you.”
Yin Hanjiang could see that this was a demonic cultivator or rather nascent soul realm demonic cultivator.
Hearing someone suddenly speak, Wen Renwu hid all his sorrow and raised his head to ask coldly: “Who are you?”
“I should be considered a god for you mortals, hahahahahahahaha!” The demonic cultivator laughed proudly and said to Wen Renwu: “How about it? Do you want to take revenge? I have a set of cultivation methods for the Slaughter path, which i
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