He was originally the young mayor of Thunder Ancient City, his father and mother were both titular elders of the Green Cloud Sect, and he had enjoyed a prominent position since his early childhood. His parents loved him, the people of the city loved him, and he had a well-behaved younger sister who lived a happy life.
At that time, his parents would still often bring him to the Qing Yun Sect, and there would also be elders who would smilingly pinch his face and say cute, and there would also be elders who would boldly pat their chests, "You'll be my personal disciple from now on, let's make a deal".
Qin Wen was full of longing for this place, full of desire for the martial way.
However, ...
One night of shocking changes changed everything.
A sudden change of heart shattered everything that was once good.
Parents disappeared, life and death were unknown, and the wrath of the Green Cloud Sect descended upon Thunder Ancient City.
Qin Wen, as the young city lord, was forcibly captured and taken to the Qing Yun Sect, where he suffered as a servant disguised as a hostage. The city's relatives and a city of more than 200,000 people were all taken to the Spirit Stone Mines deep inside the Great Green Mountain.
He was only seven years old at the time, and he looked at the unfamiliar surroundings with trepidation and fainted in despair as he endured all kinds of ridicule.
Eight years had passed in a flash, and Qin Wen had shed his tenderness and stubbornly traveled to the present.
From being disheveled and desperate, to now being resilient and tenacious, he had gone all the way to being very difficult and bitter.
In eight years, he had recognized many people and many things.
Once naively wondering why heaven was so unfair, he now understood the most realistic and cruel truth of the world - the weak are the strongest, survival of the fittest!
The young heart also remembered his father's words, "The weak shall not die well, the strong shall not live well.
Thus, he had always stubbornly held his head high, stubbornly faced ridicule and humiliation, and also found his own attitude towards life and martial arts in his constant efforts.
Qin Wen understood that there was no one to help him, only he could stand up to himself. He vowed to become a Golden Plume disciple of the Green Cloud Sect, to earn his own position here, to gain the qualifications to resist this elder, and to save the bitterly suffering Thunder Ancient City.
"Wait another year and learn another martial art. After a year, I'll ascend to the Ninth Heaven of Spiritual Martial Arts."
Qin Wen set a goal for himself: the faster his strength improved, the more valuable he would be.
He returned to the camp in the latter part of the night and practiced the Sheng Sheng Duel for a while before coming back, his condition was recovering well. It was just that his clothes were tattered with blood stains and his body was wet from the rain, revealing his lean and sturdy muscle lines.
He was hungry and ready to get something to eat, but he just walked into the compound and stopped. "Who's that?"
Surprisingly, it was not the old man, but a person standing in the doorway of the warehouse, like a tall young girl, and with the firelight flickering inside, her perfectly proportioned silhouette could be vaguely seen.
Zhao Min? Doesn't look like it!
Qin Wen looked around alertly, could it be that Zhao Min had found someone else to take revenge on? Choosing this rainy night, it seems like she couldn't wait.
Inside the iron door of the warehouse, the young girl had her back to Qin Wen and was whispering something inside.
"Hall Master's injuries have worsened, I'm afraid he won't last much longer, he instructed me to make sure to invite you back."
"With forces from all sides watching intently, the Asura Hall needs someone to sit on it."
"The only person who can hold up the Asura Hall is you, and the only person who can convince the tens of thousands of blood disciples of the Asura Hall is you."
...
It was as if she was talking to herself, but also as if she was pleading with someone.
"Ka-ching!" Qin Wen accidentally stepped on a branch, and the faint crunching sound immediately caught the attention of the young girl in the camp.
The young girl glanced faintly, not caring much, it was indifference, it was ignorance. However, Qin Wen's current appearance was too eye-catching, so she glanced at the area again.
Qin Wen held three flying daggers firmly in his hands, his entire body was riddled with electric awnings, and a piercingly bright, intense light flashed intensely, illuminating his knife-sharp, cold, and handsome face. He stared at the young girl with his eyebrows furrowed and was also wary of his surroundings, pinching his flying daggers as he approached the warehouse. "That girl inside, you're in the wrong place, you can't just walk into a man's room and come out for a chat?"
The young girl's face was slightly cold, and she was about to make a move when a hoarse voice rang out from inside the warehouse: "Don't make trouble in my place, it's getting late, I'm going to rest, you go."
"Old Ancestor ...," the young girl was worried.
But there were no more voices from the camp.
"For the sake of the Temple Master and the Asura Temple, please reconsider carefully." The maiden bowed and retreated from the warehouse.
Qin Wen finally got a good look at the young girl, a black robe covering her entire body, revealing only her stunning face, which could be clearly seen through the firelight in the warehouse. Skin like solid fat, eyes like autumn water, nose straight, red lips moist, really is the color of the city and the country, like a dream, the beauty of the breathtaking, even Qin Wen is slightly surprised, such a beautiful woman of absolute beauty, really rare.
Qin Wen was astonished by her beauty, but he could tell that this young girl was by no means from the Qing Yun Sect.
The young girl treated Qin Wen as if he was air, brushing past Qin Wen and leaving the compound as light as a floating light, disappearing silently into the darkness.
"What luck I have today, to look at beautiful women on the net." Qin Wen looked back for a while, then looked at the camp, not caring too much, as long as they were not here to take revenge on him, there was no need to pay attention to them.
"Old Master, haven't you eaten for a day?" Qin Wen lifted the stove, the meals he made in the morning were surprisingly all inside, not moving a muscle, already cold.
The old man sat leaning against a corner of the warehouse, half asleep and half awake, the candlelight next to him flickering, reflecting his pale side face.
"I'll heat it up again, do you want to eat together? There's meat tonight." Qin Wen unhooked a pheasant from his waist that he had accidentally shot during his adventures in the backcountry.
He didn't ask about the young girl's identity or why she had come here. He had a tacit understanding with the old man, if you don't say, I won't ask, and it had been that way for eight years.
The old man raised his eyes and didn't say anything either.
Qin Wen took a bath, changed into clean clothes, lit a fire, turned on the stove, got some green vegetables, and stewed the pheasant.
The hot aroma filled the humble storehouse.
"Fragrant! Old man, have some as a midnight snack." Qin Wen said to the old man.
The old man ignored him and continued to recline.
"I'll eat first and save some for you." Qin Wen was really hungry and ate by himself.
However, after eating for a short while, the old man stood up and walked into the warehouse.
Qin Wen shrugged his shoulders and continued eating. "Old Master, I'm going to go out later, so don't close the door in a hurry, haha."
He was preparing to go pick the Snake Heart Fruit late at night so that it wouldn't be picked first by the people from Pill Mountain.
But not long after, the old man brought a large blackened altar out of nowhere and sat down at the wooden table, "Bring two bowls.
"Wine?" Qin Wen raised his eyebrows and looked at him, a bit strangely, but still went and got two bowls, fishing out a plate of pickles on the way. It wasn't a good ingredient, it was the leftover roots from Qin Wen's usual cooking, cleaned and soaked in a jar of salt. Sometimes, when he was too tired and too busy, he would fish out a few pickles and nibble on steamed buns to get through the meal.
The old man opened the wine altar, and the strong aroma of wine filled the camp. He poured a bowl of wine for himself and poured a bowl for Qin Wen as well.
"Old man, are you in a bad mood?" Qin Wen looked at the bowl of crisp and mellow wine and wondered even more, "What's going on tonight?
The old man picked up the porcelain bowl and drank it all in one go, tilting his head back and taking a long breath before refilling it for himself.
Qin Wen shook the bowl and tried to take a big sip, immediately feeling the intense spiciness crowding his mouth and going down his throat straight into his stomach.
The fire and spice burned his heart.
"Hoo hoo hoo, this wine is strong enough." Qin Wen gritted his teeth, as he had never drunk wine before, he quickly took two sips to at least suppress the spicy and fiery sensation.
The old man continued to refill the bowl for him, raising his head and pouring down another whole bowl.
Qin Wen had never been like this in the eight years he had known the old man, could it have something to do with the young girl just now? He looked at the wine in the bowl, clenched his teeth, tilted his head as well, and poured it down, a dry heat rushed up, making his body feel hot.
However, when he tasted it carefully, the taste of this wine was not bad.
The old man filled it up again for Qin Wen.
"You also eat the dishes, have a chicken leg." Qin Wen pushed the dish to the old man.
An old man and a young man, just like this, ate a simple meal, and except for Qin Wen saying a few words every now and then, the old man was very silent the whole time.
The young girl from earlier did not go far, she was about to leave, but after Qin Wen called out that "old man", she stopped in front of the warehouse door in the rainy night and looked at the shadows reflected in the warehouse windows from a distance.
"Who is that teenager?" Two black shadows appeared in front of the young girl, a year and a woman, both middle-aged, both seeming to have extreme strength. Surprisingly, the cold rain didn't even manage to wet their clothes, evaporating from an invisible aura without waiting for it to actually fall on them.
The faces under the cloaks were all shocked, this teenager could even eat and drink at the same table as him?
They couldn't believe their eyes, this old man had a mountain of corpses and bones behind him, a sea of blood and water, and his infamy shocked the world, who would dare to sit with him?
"Only a Spirit Martial Third Heaven, too weak." The young girl only thought that Qin Wen was a little slave that he had raised, but how could an ordinary little slave dare to call him an old man? And how could she be qualified to drink at the same table with him? Could it be that this teenager had a different identity? But how could his strength be so weak?
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "No one in the Green Cloud Sect, including the patriarch, knows his identity, and this little boy should not know either, just treat him as an ordinary old man.
"He has been missing for ten years, and the world thought he was dead. If it hadn't been for the Palace Master's arrangement this time, we really wouldn't have known that he was still alive." The woman looked at the wordless, lonely grave in the corner of the compound, thinking about those legends, she let out a soft sigh in her heart, there was nothing more despondent in the world than this.
The middle-aged man said, "The Asura Palace needs him to return, and he should shoulder that responsibility.
The woman grunted coldly, "He insists on not returning, what can you do? Take him away by force? You know his character and strength very well, if you upset him, one hand can wipe us out.
The young lady whispered, "Wait a little longer, I think he still has feelings for the Asura Palace."
"Miss, we risked a lot to get here, we can't stay long. In case we are discovered by the Qing Yun sect, we ..."
"He won't let us wait too long."