Qin Yuanfeng’s Story

Qin Yuanfeng's Story . . .

This cherished memory, bathed in the warm hues of nostalgia, allowed Qin Wentian to bask in the profound happiness once experienced by his father, Qin Yuanfeng. It was a memory imbued with the effervescent spirit of his father's carefree and unrestrained personality, a testament to the remarkable character that had graced his life.

In this recollection, Qin Wentian witnessed the poignant moment when his father's heart was laid bare—a silent witness to the woman he had secretly adored, now entwined with his dearest friend, a bond akin to brotherhood. Yet, in a display of unwavering grace and selflessness, Qin Yuanfeng had blessed their union, relinquishing his claim to love with admirable equanimity.

His father embarked on a pursuit of the enchanting young woman he had encountered. During her youthful days, Qin Wentian's mother had eclipsed even the memory of her he had glimpsed earlier, radiating an aura of ethereal splendor. She seemed to embody the concentrated essence of all the world's spiritual qi, her personality mirroring his father's—uninhibited and carefree. Despite Qin Yuanfeng's ardent pursuit, her heart remained an unassailable fortress, a goddess immune to worldly charms.

The memories unfurled like the pages of a captivating love story, though tinged with a sense of incompleteness and fragmentation. Yet, the emotions within his father's heart were palpable—intertwined threads of bittersweet sentiments.

The object of his father's affection appeared to hail from an extraordinary lineage, attracting countless admirers. Qin Yuanfeng intensified his cultivation efforts, his thoughts ever fixed on her, even as time unfurled its relentless march. However, she was abruptly summoned back to her clan, her heart impervious to Qin Yuanfeng's persistent pursuit.

The subsequent memories grew erratic, their timelines muddled and uncertain. Nevertheless, Qin Wentian discerned that several years had elapsed since the previous recollections. Though his father had aged, his spirit remained unbridled and carefree. Yet, this time, the woman he adored—the goddess of his heart—eluded his grasp, her memory an unrelenting haunt.

In a pivotal scene, Qin Yuanfeng breached the boundaries of a forbidden sanctuary, overcoming insurmountable odds, courting life and death countless times, all in pursuit of a solitary reward—a smile from her. At long last, his relentless ardor captured her heart. Together, they embarked on a journey across the world, soaring on wings of boundless joy.

But their happiness was short-lived. Qin Yuanfeng's clan members intervened, sparking a bitter conflict. The clan's elders vehemently opposed the union, attempting to sever the ties between Qin Yuanfeng and the woman he loved. Unyielding and resolute, Qin Yuanfeng could not capitulate. For years, he had followed his heart, forging a tenacious spirit born of loneliness. From the outset, the clan's elders had overlooked him, never extending their care or favor. How, then, could he heed their counsel? Their love was a force unto itself, invulnerable to external interference.

The saga of love and adversity continued as Qin Wentian delved deeper into the memories of his parents. The objections to their union weren't limited to Qin Yuanfeng's clan alone; Qin Wentian's mother's family vehemently opposed their relationship as well. They even dispatched experts to hunt down Qin Yuanfeng, their desire for retribution casting a dark shadow over the lovers' path. To compound their predicament, the numerous suitors vying for Qin Wentian's mother joined forces in a relentless pursuit of the couple. The resulting battles were nothing short of epic, their seismic scale beyond Qin Wentian's comprehension as an immortal foundation realm cultivator.

The world quaked, the heavens and earth trembled, and even the skies themselves seemed to shift hues in response to these earth-shattering conflicts. The power of their adversaries left a deep impression on Qin Wentian, filling him with awe and trepidation.

Yet, against all odds, his parents pressed on with their escape, doggedly pursued by relentless assassins. Through their harrowing flight, Qin Yuanfeng forged his own loyal following. Those servants who had once tended to him in his youth willingly laid down their lives to join him, standing shoulder to shoulder in defiance of their relentless pursuers. They retreated to a secluded haven, far removed from familiarity, but their relentless foes showed no signs of relenting. It was as though their fate was irrevocably intertwined. Nevertheless, amidst the crucible of adversity, the bond between his parents grew stronger, and they remained steadfast in their resolve to face life's trials together.

As Qin Wentian absorbed these memories, he couldn't help but feel a deep connection to his parents' unwavering love and resilience. The stories he uncovered were a testament to their enduring commitment.

Emerging from his reverie, Qin Wentian opened his eyes, a gleam of determination and anticipation in his gaze. The fragments of memories had offered glimpses into his father's formative years and the epic love story that had shaped his life. Yet, there were still gaps to fill, questions left unanswered.

What transpired in the subsequent chapters of their lives? What was the ultimate fate of his parents? Though the memories he had unlocked were fragmented, Qin Wentian's deductions weren't likely far from the truth. These were the stories of his father's upbringing.

"I need more memories," Qin Wentian declared, closing his eyes once more. His immortal foundation, once dimmed, radiated with renewed brilliance as he infused it with astral light from his constellation. Determined to unveil the hidden fragments, he directed his formidable immortal sense into the tiny astral-being. He hungered for more memories, yearning to piece together the puzzle of his parents' fate.

Delving deeper into the starry expanse within the astral-being, he only relented when his immortal foundation dimmed again, signaling the end of the journey into this layer of memories.

"These are cultivation arts, temporarily irrelevant to me," Qin Wentian mused, setting aside the memories related to techniques and arts that his father had mastered. While these were undoubtedly potent, his current focus lay squarely on the enigma of his parents' story.

As time flowed like a river, Qin Wentian gradually pieced together the remaining fragments of memories, laboriously arranging them in their proper sequence. These newfound memories continued to offer glimpses into his parents' tumultuous journey.

In these memories, the passage of years was evident. Qin Yuanfeng had grown older, yet the charisma that emanated from him had only intensified. His aura carried the weight of age, and Qin Wentian could tell that many years had passed since the previous memories he had unearthed.

On this fateful day, Qin Yuanfeng's old comrades, two of his closest friends from his youth, finally located him. The passage of time had brought about profound changes. His two friends were now married, and their encounter was marked by warm greetings and nostalgic reminiscences.

One of Qin Yuanfeng's dearest friends, the man he had once regarded as a brother, proposed a friendly sparring match. Initially reluctant, Qin Yuanfeng eventually consented, eager to indulge his friend's enthusiasm. He held back, reluctant to unleash his full strength and potentially harm his friend. However, to his astonishment, his friend displayed unrestrained aggression, launching ruthless attacks that posed a real danger to Qin Yuanfeng. Then, in an unexpected twist, the woman he had loved since his youth launched a sneak attack on Qin Yuanfeng's wife.

Incensed by this treacherous act, Qin Yuanfeng could no longer contain his anger. He unleashed the full extent of his power, shattering the very fabric of the space around them. The particle world they inhabited proved utterly incapable of withstanding the magnitude of their strength. As they clashed, the landscape transformed, the once-familiar terrain reduced to rubble, and mountains and rivers created anew. Their battle raged with such ferocity that even Qin Wentian, a mere observer of these memories, trembled in awe.

Qin Yuanfeng, like a god of war, tapped into inconceivable power, surpassing even the strongest beings of his era. His friend, a king among the younger generation, was no weakling either, his every strike infused with divine radiance. Few in the world could challenge him, and his might was enough to send shivers down Qin Wentian's spine.

Yet, Qin Yuanfeng, fueled by righteous fury, proved to be an unstoppable force. Despite his friends' stature as future leaders of their clan, their overwhelming power, and their potential to become legendary figures in their own right, they found themselves utterly outmatched by Qin Yuanfeng's indomitable strength.

The observers of this titanic clash, both Qin Yuanfeng's contemporaries and younger generations, were left in awe. They grasped that Qin Yuanfeng's extraordinary might must have stemmed from some miraculous encounter, perhaps a legendary event that had endowed him with his unparalleled power.

As the duel reached its zenith, it became evident that Qin Yuanfeng's friends were being steadily pushed back, ultimately compelled into a begrudging retreat. Yet, contrary to expectations, Qin Yuanfeng's mood was far from jubilant; he appeared deeply disheartened. Regrettably, this particular memory concluded here, and the scenes that had unfolded seamlessly transitioned into another fragment of Qin Yuanfeng's life.

In this new memory, Qin Yuanfeng and his wife had relocated, attempting to escape the relentless pursuit of their respective clans. The earlier battle had sent shockwaves through Qin Yuanfeng's clan, leading to the deployment of the clan's most formidable experts. Shockingly, Qin Yuanfeng's clan had formed an alliance with members of Qin Wentian's mother's clan, embarking on a joint mission to capture the fleeing couple. This time, it was the older generation's experts who intervened, and once again, the world bore witness to a tumultuous and earth-shaking conflict.

The outcome was heartbreaking for Qin Yuanfeng; his wife was taken captive. Yet, he adamantly refused to submit, even when the elders of his clan sought to bring him back. Instead, he severed all ties and declared his independence from his own clan. The ensuing chaos swelled in magnitude until it seemed inescapable.

Then, as years passed and Qin Yuanfeng grew older, he made an unexpected decision to return to his clan. This return, however, was not a symbol of capitulation. His childhood friend, who had risen to a prestigious position within the clan, became the target of his challenge. Qin Yuanfeng had grown incomparably more powerful since their last encounter, reaching a level akin to that of divine beings. Engulfed in unimaginable power, he defeated his friend, garnering the allegiance of many clan members from his faction.

This act of defiance, however, did not go unnoticed. Elder figures from other factions within the clan, representing the older generations, viewed Qin Yuanfeng's actions with disdain. They mustered an array of superlative experts to quell the turmoil. Yet, in an astonishing twist, Qin Yuanfeng and his supporters resisted with unwavering valor. The ensuing battle razed the territory of his faction, reducing once-sturdy structures to nothing more than dust, leaving onlookers astounded. Astonishingly, even the venerable super-strong elders found themselves powerless in the face of Qin Yuanfeng's relentless onslaught.

The relentless combat eventually drew the intervention of the clan's most esteemed core elders, individuals who held pivotal positions. These elder statesmen, representing the upper echelons of the clan, gravely injured Qin Yuanfeng. They prepared to detain him, holding a trial to adjudicate his supposed crimes.

Amidst this fierce confrontation, the loyal followers of Qin Yuanfeng's faction naturally put up a staunch resistance. Their collective determination seemed unyielding, an unbreakable wall of unity. The tumultuous struggle raged on until a pivotal moment when one of the venerable ancients produced a celestial artifact of fate-altering proportions.

This extraordinary treasure invoked the boundless laws of heaven itself, directing torrents of energy and power relentlessly upon Qin Yuanfeng. The very essence of his being was being forcibly drained away, with his old childhood friend, the one he had defeated earlier, standing at the opposite end of this otherworldly conduit, absorbing the stolen energies.

The sight of this unfurled a maelstrom of madness among Qin Yuanfeng's loyal supporters. With unwavering resolve, they spared no effort and even willingly offered their lives in the desperate struggle. Alas, their valor proved in vain. The supernatural might of the celestial artifact suppressed them, siphoning their strength and vitality.

Qin Wentian's body quivered involuntarily as he bore witness to these memories. Many of these recollections unfolded in eerie silence, punctuated only by a sparse scattering of audible fragments. The full extent of the events remained shrouded in ambiguity, leaving him grappling with an unsettling sense of unknowing. Yet, as he beheld the heart-wrenching scenes—Qin Yuanfeng's blood pooling like rivers, his strength and mystical rune bone energy forcibly extracted, his flesh mangled by countless wounds, his very memories transformed into ethereal light, and the overwhelming sense of powerlessness—Qin Wentian was consumed by an indomitable fury.

However, a startling transformation transpired. Qin Wentian saw his father, Qin Yuanfeng, laughing maniacally. This laughter did not stem from despair, but rather an eerie, almost triumphant amusement. Just before everything could be utterly plundered, a dazzling beam of light enveloped him. In a cataclysmic act, Qin Yuanfeng detonated his own body, reducing it to motes of dust and dissipating smoke. This enigmatic memory fragment drew to a close, for how could there be more to recount when Qin Yuanfeng himself was no more?

A primal scream of anguish erupted from Qin Wentian's lips, the sheer intensity of his rage reverberating through the heavens. His gaze turned bloodshot as he trembled with unrestrained fury. The legend of a life marked by countless trials, boundless solitude, and unwavering heroism—was this truly the end?

"No," Qin Wentian declared with an unshakable resolve. "There must be more memories. Father didn't perish; he must still be alive." Clenching his fists with unparalleled determination, he recalled a vivid memory from his past, a time when his parents cradled him in their arms, imparting their boundless love and devotion. There had to be more to this extraordinary tale, another chapter yet unwritten, in a life where his father lived once more.