The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

Five steps.

Three steps.

Zhao Yan made his move.

The short sword was aimed straight at Xia Chuan's throat. Before the sword even arrived, the wind from the blade had already blown the hair on Xia Chuan's forehead.

however

Just as the blow was about to hit Xia Chuan, a blood-red hand reached out from the side.

It landed precisely between the blade and Xia Chuan, without veering too far.

"clang!!!"

The crisp sound of metal striking stone.

Zhao Yan's short knife pierced the palm of the bloody hand, but it was as if it had struck millennia-old cold iron, unable to advance an inch.

Zhao Yan's eyes were bloodshot.

That was his knife.

That was my senior sister's blood.

Both originated from the same source, but at this moment, the blood body was like an insurmountable high wall, firmly protecting Xia Chuan.

Then, Xia Chuan's figure disappeared.

Zhao Yan felt a chilling sense of crisis creeping up his spine and up to the back of his head like a cold snake.

Could he also use the Blood Body Swap technique?!

Before I could think any further, the sense of crisis that stung my skin behind me almost materialized.

Is it that direction?

Behind him.

Zhao Yan instinctively wanted to get away, so he took a step back and retreated rapidly.

But the bloody hand was faster than him.

Blood Body's five fingers tightened suddenly, gripping Zhao Yan's wrist holding the knife like iron clamps.

He exerted all his strength, trying to break free.

But the blood-soaked body remained completely still.

That hand, as if cast in bronze and iron, pinned him firmly to the spot.

On the other side.

Xia Chuan has completed his preparations.

His right leg stepped back slightly, his center of gravity lowered, and his whole body resembled a fully drawn bow.

[Intentional kick]

[Soul Release] will trigger on the next attack after it is used.

"Black Flash!!"

Black lightning tore through space, and the air emitted a deafening roar.

[Intentional kick]!

Xia Chuan's right leg, like a battle axe, crackled with black lightning, and kicked out fiercely.

Faced with this terrifying attack, Zhao Yan suddenly remembered something.

It brought back memories of the past.

A thousand years ago, the world was in chaos.

Powerful clans, severe drought, government troops, floods, and locust plagues tore the land of China to shreds.

Young Zhao Yan didn't understand any of this; all he knew was that his parents had starved to death.

But before their parents died, they said to Zhao Yan, whose eyes were glazed over from hunger:

"Eat it."

"Don't let anyone else pick it up."

Later, Zhao Yan couldn't remember how he got through it.

All he remembered was that when he woke up again, he was still very hungry.

Amidst widespread famine, the bodies of parents are both so heavy and so insignificant.

They felt heavy-hearted because this was the last thing they could give their child.

Lightweight, all of this cannot last long.

Zhao Yan nearly starved to death again.

This time, however, he was saved by a passing seeker of the Dharma.

The young girl in white gave Zhao Yan two white cakes.

Zhao Yan took the white cake and wolfed it down, but a strange and inexplicable emotion welled up inside him.

On what grounds?

Why should my family have to starve to death, sell our children, and even exchange our own children to eat?

But some people can dress beautifully, eat well and be plump, and live such a carefree and leisurely life.

This world is unfair!!!

I'm going to change this damn world!

Zhao Yan's overwhelming determination led him to humbly beg to join the sect called "Wangchuan Academy".

First, Zhao Yan must defeat the chief of Wangchuan.

It was the girl who handed him the two white cakes, Zhao Yan's senior sister.

Zhao Yan launched the challenge without fear.

Unsurprisingly, he failed.

Once, again, and again.

Every time, she was easily defeated by her senior sister, and every time she lost without any suspense.

But Zhao Yan never gave up.

Until one day, a mysterious person appeared before him.

The person was entirely blood-red and wore a mask; he was the Blood Body of the Forgotten River Academy.

"So boring,"

The mysterious man's voice was deep and hoarse, "You seem quite interesting. I'll guide you in your cultivation."

Zhao Yan knew perfectly well what was going on.

He recognized his master through the blood-stained figure.

However, Zhao Yan did not reveal this.

He silently accepted the guidance of the "mysterious man," studied diligently day and night, and made rapid progress.

He quickly defeated his senior sister and seized the top spot in Wangchuan Academy.

But at the end of the duel, Zhao Yan was indeed surprised to find...

Senior Sister's blood body has a form that is exactly the same as Master's.

It has always been my senior sister who has been helping me with my cultivation.

Zhao Yan found his senior sister and wanted to find out the reason.

But he received an answer he had never even considered.

I know your ambition.

The senior student stood under the peach tree on the back hill of the academy, petals falling on her shoulders, her expression as aloof as ever:

"Throughout history, countless seekers of the Dharma have tried to save humanity, but in the end, nothing has changed."

"You are no exception."

The boy, puzzled, stubbornly raised his head: "Then why help me?"

The senior sister looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

Then, for the first time, her usually aloof expression softened slightly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her lips:

"It's just for fun."

She turned around, her back to Zhao Yan, her voice as soft as the wind rustling through flower petals:

"I want to see how far you can go."

Zhao Yan opened his eyes, his pupils filled with burning determination.

Senior sister!!!

For my senior sister!!!

I can't die!!!

I still have a backup plan!

Zhao Yan let out a final roar from the depths of his consciousness, pointing towards the blood body that had been placed outside Sanchuan Town long ago, originally intended for escape.

Waiter, come here!

Even if it means eternal damnation, I will rescue my senior sister from that demon!

With a death wish, Zhao Yan neither dodged nor evaded, but instead took the lightning that tore through space head-on.

boom!!!!!

After a violent tremor, the already riddled Wu family compound developed spiderweb-like cracks centered on the blow.