Chapter 275

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Protagonist:

Jiang Xuan

Another year passed, and the whole of Shi Cun was thriving.

Jiang Xuan had renovated this region with great divine abilities; it could be said that in the Eight Domains of the Xia Jie there was no place more suitable for cultivation than here.

On this day, Boy stared blankly at an "artificial lake."

Boy's expression was somewhat trance-like. "I feel like I've seen a similar lake before, only much larger, and there were people hunting prey by the lakeside..." Hearing this, Jiang Xuan crouched down and gently rubbed Boy's head.

Shi Yunfeng and the few who understood the situation from back then fell silent upon hearing Boy's words.

"Master, Grandpa Village Chief." Boy called out. His always innocent and lively face now revealed a trace of melancholy he could not hide.

"It seems I remember Father and Mother, but no matter what I can't piece together their appearances in my mind..." Boy said softly.

The scene before his eyes seemed to be a key, unlocking a corner deep in his memory.

Boy would soon be four years old, and adding the few months he had been missing before, he was actually nearly five.

This child had always been clever and bright.

Perhaps it was truly time to tell him clearly about the past. Those things that happened when Boy was little were, for him, undoubtedly the most unbearable pain to look back on.

"Grandpa Village Chief, are my father and mother still alive in this world?" Boy looked expectantly at Shi Yunfeng, his eye rims gradually reddening.

All along, other children had parents to accompany them; only he was alone.

Although the elders in the clan all doted on him dearly, Boy still often wondered about his origins.

Ever since Jiang Xuan came, the hollow place in Boy's heart seemed to have been filled somewhat.

He even fantasized: could Master be his biological father?

He had returned, yet because of certain reasons dared not acknowledge him; after all, Master treated him with a fatherly protectiveness.

Boy knew clearly that these beautiful thoughts were merely his own wishful fantasies.

He so wished Master Jiang Xuan was his father, but reason told him this was only an extravagant hope.

"I don't know."

Shi Yunfeng shook his head helplessly, his face full of unbearable pity.

His gaze turned to Jiang Xuan, full of conflict and inquiry.

Jiang Xuan nodded slightly. Boy had the right to know all the truth — whether it was his parents' matter, or those past experiences of his where suffering and confusion interwove — now was the time to let him understand everything.

Boy was already over four years old, his mind increasingly mature; it was time to face his own origins.

Shi Yunfeng took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to many years ago, that day of biting cold wind; the sight of Boy being carried into Shi Cun was still vivid before his eyes. Back then Boy's tiny body, tightly closed eyes, pale little face without a trace of blood — he looked like a child abandoned by fate.

Shi Yunfeng knew clearly in his heart that Boy had endured too many hardships unimaginable to ordinary people along this road.

He asked himself in his heart: did he really have to tear open these painful past events once more and lay them before Boy?

But looking at Jiang Xuan's gaze, Shi Yunfeng chose to believe.

"Child, today Grandpa will tell you everything I know."

Shi Yunfeng crouched down, gently held Boy's hand, trying to smooth the waves in Boy's inner heart.

The other children also flocked over like a group of nest-returning little birds, pressing close to sit beside Boy.

In their eyes were curiosity, worry, and even more, concern for Boy.

"Our Shi Cun, its origin, is tightly connected to an ancient kingdom in the outside world that was once incomparably glorious."

"Back then, there was a young couple..." Shi Yunfeng slowly began to speak, narrating that long-sealed past.

In truth, what he knew was only the tip of the iceberg.

Back then, Shi Ziling and his wife happened to hear of the road to the Shi Clan Ancestral Land — that is, the road leading to Shi Cun.

They were like people seeing a glimmer of light in darkness, hearts full of hope, thinking Shi Cun might be the last hope to save their child.

They brought Boy along, endured countless hardships, and finally arrived at Shi Cun.

But the scene before them made their hearts instantly sink to the bottom. Shi Cun was already in ruins, gone were the legendary marvels and glory; only broken walls and endless desolation remained.

"In the end... they... they left you here, and then departed."

Shi Yunfeng's voice trembled slightly; he truly couldn't bear to see Boy's expression upon hearing these words.

"They... don't want me anymore?"

Boy's voice carried a sob; his eye rims brimmed with tears, like dewdrops trembling on lotus leaves at dawn.

His lips trembled faintly, his heart full of grievance and incomprehension.

"No, child, you must never think that!" Shi Yunfeng hurriedly said, his voice hoarse from anxiety: "They left to save you; they went to search for a holy medicine, wanting to cure your illness so you could grow up healthy and happy like other children."

Shi Yunfeng did not say that with Boy's parents' strength, searching for a holy medicine was almost nine deaths and one life.

Because that meant stepping into places as extremely dangerous as the Tai Gu Shen Shan; the slightest carelessness would cost their lives.

These cruel realities, he truly couldn't bear to let Boy know just yet.

As he spoke of Shi Ziling and his wife's departure, Shi Yunfeng's voice gradually lowered; what he knew was only this much.

Boy sat there stupidly, tears sliding down his cheeks, wetting his collar.

The other children all reached out small hands, lightly patting Boy's shoulders; some comforted: "Boy, don't be sad, we'll always stay with you."

"They... took something from my body, achieving... Little Brother."

Boy suddenly muttered to himself.

His gaze was somewhat bewildered, as if sunk into deep memory.

The past that had originally been forgotten, at this moment, because of the violent fluctuation of his emotions, once again surfaced some blurry fragments of memory in his mind.

"Master..."

Boy called out to Jiang Xuan with a sobbing voice.

Jiang Xuan picked Boy up, Boy tightly wrapped his arms around Jiang Xuan's neck, burying his head in his embrace, his voice thick with a nasal tone: "Master, I want to know what exactly happened in the past, I want to figure out my origins."

"Alright, Master will help you." Jiang Xuan gently patted Boy's back, again and again.

Boy had now entered the Blood Transformation Realm, his strength increasing day by day, his mind also becoming more mature; it was time to face his past head-on.

Those events sealed by the dust of years were imprinted deep in Boy's memory; he had been too young back then, and had encountered so many changes, and could no longer recall them himself.

"Your origins are quite extraordinary; you are a Born Supreme..."

Jiang Xuan said as he slowly raised both hands, strands of Chaos Mist surging around his body, spreading out like a soft veil, slowly connecting with the deepest part of Boy's soul.

As the mist surged, everything that had ever happened was like a silent movie, frame by frame, clearly presented between Heaven and Earth.

The images reflected in the deepest part of Boy's soul were shocking; everyone in Shi Cun stared with wide eyes, faces full of disbelief, as if frozen by a spell, staring at those images.

In the images, in an ancient kingdom, countless people gathered devoutly, holding a solemn and mysterious Heaven Sacrifice Ritual, incense smoke curling, prayers rising and falling.

On the other side, groups of strong warriors clad in armor and holding sharp blades chased fierce Ferocious Beasts through Huang Shan Ye Ling, shouts of killing shaking the heavens.

And Boy, back then he was only an infant in swaddling clothes, yet he was right in the midst of it all.

Although he looked tender, the people of Shi Cun could still recognize a few familiar contours on that small face.

From these scenes it was not hard to see that Boy's identity was extremely noble; to participate in such an important Heaven Sacrifice Ritual of an ancient kingdom during infancy, he was definitely not the child of an ordinary family.

But who could have imagined that such a child of high status would later appear in Shi Cun in such a down-and-out state?

As the images flowed, a magnificent architectural complex came into view.

Endless halls arranged in an orderly fashion, flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted pillars, shining brilliantly under the sunlight, like an Immortal Palace banished from Heaven to the Mortal World.

Spiritual Qi between Heaven and Earth turned into mist, drifting gently, dreamlike and illusory, like a Fairyland in the Mortal World. This was the King's Mansion within the ancient kingdom; its majestic and spectacular scale left everyone in Shi Cun exclaiming in amazement.

To be granted a title of king or marquis in the center of an ancient kingdom, compared to those kings and marquises who self-proclaimed in remote and bitterly cold lands, their strength differed by a world of difference.

At a certain place in the mansion, Boy and his parents appeared in the images.

Boy back then was still a suckling infant, held gently in his mother's arms, he opened a pair of pitch-black bright big eyes, curiously looking around at this strange and novel world.

However, Boy's parents had anxious faces and serious expressions. It turned out that Boy's grandfather had shot and killed a Pixiu cub with extremely pure bloodline on the Hundred Clans Battlefield.

In the Eight Domains of the Xia Jie, foreign forces were powerful; this Pixiu with pure bloodline most likely came from Tai Gu Shen Shan. Killing Tai Gu Shen Shan's people was undoubtedly a great calamity for a Wang Fu.

Just then, Boy's parents noticed Boy's abnormality. At such a young age, there were actually runes flickering faintly within his body; this discovery made Boy's parents both surprised and delighted. Boy's father, a youth with heroic bearing, suddenly had a thought flash through his mind, his voice trembling with excitement: "In legend, among the strongest of the Human Race, some people are born with Holy Bones, possessing their own Original Imprints, mastering unique Original Precious Techniques. And an extremely few are born with Primordial Treasure Bones, just like top-tier Ferocious Beasts such as the Gold-Winged Great Peng; this is the Supreme Bone!"

Boy's father carefully examined Boy's body, and the result made him tremble all over with excitement.

His child actually possessed the Supreme Bone from birth; in the future he was destined to rival top-tier Ferocious Beasts such as the pure-blooded Gold-Winged Great Peng and pure-blooded True Yu, and could be called a Born Supreme!

This discovery made Boy's parents overjoyed; they tightly embraced Boy, their eyes full of love and pride.

Seeing these images, the people of Shi Cun cheered excitedly; it turned out Boy was a Born Supreme!

But Shi Yunfeng and several others had serious expressions; how could a Born Supreme end up in the state they saw back then?

What terrible thing had happened in the end?

Boy quietly watched these images; when he saw his parents, a pure smile appeared on his face, that was the purest love a child had for his parents.

Later, Boy's parents, in order to find Boy's grandfather, decided to go together.

Helplessly, they could only leave Boy at home, entrusting him to others for care. There was a woman who smiled sweetly and touchingly; she actively took on the heavy responsibility of caring for Boy.

Worth mentioning is that her child was about three years old, and was actually born with Double Pupils in his eyes; this was a sign of an Ancient Saint, possessing extraordinary talent not inferior to the Supreme Bone; when he grew up in the future, he would surely dominate one side.

The prosperity of this family was astonishing; having both a Double Pupil and a Born Supreme like Boy, it could be said they had boundless prospects and were destined for glory.

And that child born with Double Pupils had astonishing insight; he actually also noticed Boy's special nature.

He told his mother of his discovery, which made the sweet-smiling woman very surprised, a strange glint flashing in her eyes.

From then on, the woman cared for Boy even more, treating him as her own, even taking Boy into her own home. For a while, everything looked so warm and harmonious, full of the beauty of life.

However, the peaceful days did not last long.

One day, the woman brought her own son—the Double Pupil—and Boy, leaving the Wang Fu and heading to a manor in the suburbs. No one knew that this seemingly ordinary outing would bring what kind of earth-shaking changes to Boy's fate...

Boy happily followed the woman to the manor in the suburbs, excited all the way.

Because the woman promised to take him to see the legendary Phoenix Bird.

In his small world, the Phoenix Bird was a mysterious and beautiful existence; just thinking about it made him excited to the point of being unable to restrain himself.

He hopped and skipped all the way, his small face beaming with a brilliant smile, his eyes flashing with the light of anticipation.

However, when they entered the manor, Boy did not see the Phoenix Bird he had dreamed of.

The woman's expression was hurried; she directly took him to a hidden secret room. A trace of unease surged in Boy's heart; he looked at the woman doubtfully, not understanding why they had come here. Before he could react, the woman suddenly acted, wanting to knock him unconscious.

Boy instinctively struggled, but after all he was only a child of about one year old, and the difference in strength was vast. But miraculously, the Supreme Bone within his body seemed to be protecting its master, making him unable to faint at all times.

At this time, another person appeared in the secret room.

Boy opened his big eyes, looking at these two people full of confusion, not understanding what they actually wanted to do.

That person said nothing, stepped forward and picked up Boy, directly pressing him onto the cold stone bed. Boy looked at them in terror, his hands and feet waving helplessly, making "wah wah" sounds from his mouth; that was his instinctive cry in fear.

Suddenly, a cold silver knife flashed across Boy's chest, instantly bringing up a spray of blood. Boy only felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if ten thousand needles were piercing in at the same time.

He couldn't help but shout loudly: "It hurts!" That voice was sharp and shrill, full of fear and despair. His eyes were filled with tears, his small face written with fright.

Blood kept flowing; Boy's complexion quickly turned as white as paper.

He kept crying and shouting, his voice becoming weaker and weaker, but that cruel knife did not stop.

Again and again, as if wanting to completely crush his small life.

He was only one year old; he should have been acting coquettish in his parents' embrace, enjoying warmth and care, but at this moment he was suffering such inhuman torture. (Chapter End)