“Vũ Thuần Tử, quickly fetch me some water!”
“Vũ Thuần Tử, I’m a bit tired today. Help me clean up the rubbish in the yard, lest Elder Ning sees it and causes trouble.”
“You truly are a lovely young man, sigh… Your parents unfortunately died in the famine. Seeing how pitiful you were, I brought you here to raise you. I never expected to cause you so much grief.”
“Vũ Thuần Tử…”
Countless words from Old Man Bàng flashed through Vũ Thuần Tử’s mind. He recalled how, from childhood until now, Old Man Bàng had single-handedly raised him to adulthood.
For over twenty years, he could never forget this kindness. Now, looking at Old Man Bàng’s grave before him, Vũ Thuần Tử’s heart ached uncontrollably. No one could understand his emotions at this moment. Seeing his only kin pass away, he still couldn’t believe it, a sorrow beyond words.
“Grandpa Bàng, you died because of me. I feel I owe you so much. If there’s a next life, I vow to be your grandson.”
Vũ Thuần Tử choked out the words.
Just then, slow footsteps approached, and a sarcastic voice reached Vũ Thuần Tử’s ears.
“Hmph! He deserved to die. Such precious spirit medicine, and he dared to give it to a lowly commoner? What a waste of heaven’s bounty.”
Hearing this voice, Vũ Thuần Tử immediately flared with anger. He spun around to glare at the newcomer, a young man dressed in white robes with the character ‘Ling’ embroidered on his chest – the uniform of an inner disciple. Behind him were five figures in green, clearly outer disciples.
Seeing these people, Vũ Thuần Tử couldn’t help but recognize them.
The Spirit Treasure Sect used green, white, yellow, and black to symbolize its various ranks.
Green was for outer disciples and general laborers, white for inner disciples, yellow for Elites, and black for True Inheritors.
“Kim Bao? You laid hands on Old Man Bàng and caused his death. In this life, I wish I could kill you!”
Vũ Thuần Tử roared, filled with grief and indignation, his pupils blood-red as he glared at the young man Kim Bao.
Five days ago, he had been severely injured by some outer disciples. If Old Man Bàng hadn’t risked his life to steal some herbs to save him, his own life might not have been preserved.
But in return, Old Man Bàng was punished by the Enforcement Hall for stealing sect herbs, and he died shortly after returning.
And all of this was caused by Kim Bao, who stood before him.
Vũ Thuần Tử hated him with gnashing teeth.
Thud!!!
Kim Bao’s eyes were cold. He darted forward with extreme speed, kicking Vũ Thuần Tử flying backward, and said coldly.
“Hmph! You want to die? I’ll send you to join that old man.”
Pfft!!!
Vũ Thuần Tử spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his chest throbbing with pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured, saying resolutely.
“Go on, try to kill me! Either I die, or I’ll find a way to get my revenge.”
Kim Bao’s expression darkened. The thought of killing Vũ Thuần Tử immediately arose in his mind, but then he reconsidered; he didn’t have the guts. The Spirit Treasure Sect did not permit disciples to kill each other.
If one killed someone, they would face cruel punishment, being sent to the Fire Prison for retribution.
Thinking of this scene, Kim Bao couldn’t help but shiver.
He immediately retracted his aura, staring at Vũ Thuần Tử with a cold laugh.
“Of course, I won’t kill you, but tormenting you is still an option!”
Then he threw his head back and laughed loudly, leading his group away.
Watching the five figures of Kim Bao and his group disappear into the distance, endless humiliation welled up in Vũ Thuần Tử’s heart. He felt truly helpless, unable to avenge Old Man Bàng.
Vũ Thuần Tử furiously punched the ground and roared.
“Ah!!!”
He ran frantically, like a madman, not knowing how long he had been running, only seeing dark, silent forests all around him.
Vu Thuan Tu stopped, panting heavily. His hands continuously pounded the tree trunk, as if he were striking down Kim Bao right in front of him, shattering the bones in his fingers as blood continuously gushed out.
“Heavens, I want to be strong! I want revenge!”
Vu Thuan Tu raised his head, looking at the sky, and roared.
Ever since entering the Linh Bao Sect, Vu Thuan Tu had never given up the chance to join the inner sect. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he was never recognized by the entire Linh Bao Sect. This was because he lacked a suitable physique, which meant he couldn't cultivate – a truth that had shattered his long-held aspirations.
If he couldn't cultivate, he could at least have lived out the rest of his days peacefully with Old Pang. But man proposes, God disposes. Old Pang hadn't even lived out his full lifespan before he was assassinated, leading to his death. This filled Vu Thuan Tu with immense self-reproach.
Vu Thuan Tu sat blankly, leaning against the tree trunk, feeling that his twenty years of life had been utterly wasted.
Just as Vu Thuan Tu was lost in sorrow, a sharp pain flared within his brain.
“Ah! What is this?”
Startled, Vu Thuan Tu clutched his head, his mind still unable to comprehend what was happening.
Suddenly, a series of sounds echoed within his brain...