Chapter 6: In the Shadow of Loss: The Day They Left Us (1)

Two years had passed, yet life in the Mo family remained much the same. Mo Yunfan, the main character's father, continued his duties as a hunter for the sect, tirelessly honing his skills to protect his community. Despite his average cultivation, his rugged appearance and unwavering determination made him a respected figure among his peers.

On this particular day, he returned home from the shop, his arms laden with various items needed for the household. "Dear, did you bring all the necessary items from the shop?" his wife, Hu Huanxian, asked with a gentle smile.

"Yes, I have brought everything we needed," Mo Yunfan replied, his voice carrying the weariness of a long day's work.

Hu Huanxian, a woman of quiet strength and grace, approached him and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "My dearest, come here and let me massage your shoulder. You have been working all day."

Mo Yunfan nodded gratefully and sat down, allowing his wife to ease the tension in his muscles. As she worked, he couldn't help but admire her serene demeanor. Despite the challenges they faced, her calmness and kindness never wavered.

"It's been seven years since our son was born," Hu Huanxian remarked softly. "And now finally he can have a little sister or brother."

Mo Yunfan smiled at the thought. "Yeah, you're right. Hehe! I wonder what his expression will be when he hears this. Since today is his birthday, we can tell him this as a present."

"Okay, sure," his wife agreed. "But still, to think that time has passed this quickly. Ha! Tomorrow is the day he will officially begin his cultivation."

"You can do nothing about that," Mo Yunfan replied a hint of pride in his voice. "You know he has been eagerly waiting to begin his cultivation since the age of 5."

As Hu Huanxian finished the massage, Mo Yunfan stood up. "You should stop the massage. We need to make preparations for his birthday."

"Okay," she agreed. "You should also be careful when working since you're pregnant. Strenuous activity is dangerous for you and the baby."

"Hmm, I know," Hu Huanxian murmured, placing a hand protectively over her stomach.

Later that day, as they made preparations for their son's birthday celebration, a figure approached their house. Ten meters away, a young man accompanied by his followers observed Mo Yunfan's house intently.

"Young master, that is Mo Yunfan's house," one of the followers said quietly.

"Hmm, lead the way," the young man replied, his eyes narrowing with determination.

"This time you're done for, Mo Yunfan," he muttered under his breath.

Meanwhile, outside the house in the forest, the main character, whose perspective we now follow, couldn't contain his excitement. "Haha. Finally, today will be the day the system is unlocked. Delving deeply into the consciousness."

[System: 43 MINUTES]

[Template System: 3 years]

He couldn't help but grin at the thought of unlocking the system and gaining new abilities. "Hehe! Once the system is unlocked, I won't have to worry about anything."

With anticipation bubbling inside him, he eagerly awaited the moment when he would officially begin his journey as a cultivator.

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Revised version

Two years had passed, yet the Mo family's life remained a tapestry of quiet endurance and unwavering devotion. Mo Yunfan, the stalwart father, had become a symbol of resilience within the sect. His role as a hunter demanded more than mere skill—it required a soul hardened by adversity, yet softened by unyielding love for his family. His hands, weathered from years of labor, bore testament to his dedication, and his presence commanded respect, though his cultivation remained modest.

On this particular evening, he returned home, his arms burdened with a trove of goods for the household. The setting sun cast a golden glow upon him, illuminating the sweat-soaked determination etched into his rugged features. He entered the modest home, greeted by the soft, welcoming light of the hearth.

"Dear, did you bring all the necessary items from the shop?" Hu Huanxian's voice, a gentle melody, cut through the clamor of the evening.

"Yes, I've brought everything we needed," Mo Yunfan replied, his voice a gravelly echo of a day's hard labor.

Hu Huanxian, a vision of quiet strength and grace, approached him with the tender poise of a woman who had weathered many storms. Her touch, though delicate, spoke volumes of her affection. She placed her hand on his shoulder, guiding him to a nearby chair. "Come here, let me ease your burden," she offered, her fingers working to dissolve the knots of fatigue from his muscles.

As she massaged his shoulders, Mo Yunfan's heart swelled with admiration. Her serene composure amidst their struggles was a balm to his weary spirit. Despite the relentless grind of their lives, her calm and kindness were unwavering.

"It's been seven years since our son was born," Hu Huanxian said softly, her voice carrying the weight of time and hope. "And now, finally, he will have a little sister or brother."

A tender smile spread across Mo Yunfan's face, his eyes lighting up with a rare spark of joy. "Yes, it's a wonderful thought. Imagine his reaction when we tell him. Since today is his birthday, we should share this news with him as a special gift."

"Indeed," Hu Huanxian agreed, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. "It's hard to believe how swiftly time has flown. Tomorrow marks the beginning of his cultivation journey."

Mo Yunfan's pride was palpable. "He's been eager to start his cultivation since he turned five. He's ready for this."

As Hu Huanxian finished her massage, Mo Yunfan rose, a sense of purpose invigorating his steps. "We should prepare for his birthday celebration. It's a special day."

"Yes," Hu Huanxian responded, her voice soft but firm.

"But remember to be careful with your work, especially now that you're pregnant. The strain could be harmful to you and the baby." Mo Yunfan said

Her hand rested protectively over her stomach, a gesture of both concern and love. "I know," she murmured, her gaze softening as she looked at him.

As the evening deepened, the Mo family busied themselves with preparations, their home alive with the anticipation of the celebration. However, outside their sanctuary, a shadow loomed.

From a distance, a young man and his entourage stood in the cover of the forest, their presence marked by an unsettling silence. The young man's gaze was sharp, his expression a mask of cold resolve.

"Young master, that's Mo Yunfan's house," one of his followers whispered, his voice a mere rustle in the night air.

"Hmph," the young man replied, his eyes narrowing with a dark intent. "Lead the way."

He muttered under his breath, "This time, Mo Yunfan, you're finished."

Back within the sanctuary of the Mo home, the main character, whose perspective now takes center stage, was alight with anticipation. Nestled in the quietude of the forest, he couldn't suppress his excitement.

"Haha! Today's the day," he exclaimed, his voice a blend of eagerness and exhilaration. "The system will unlock today.

"he delved deeply into the consciousness."

[System: 43 MINUTES]

[Template System: 3 YEARS]

A grin spread across his face as he envisioned the possibilities that lay ahead. "Hehe! Once the system activates, nothing will stand in my way."

With his heart racing and hope coursing through his veins, he eagerly awaited the moment that would mark the beginning of his journey into the vast world of cultivation.