I don’t know how much time has passed.

Jun Huanyu just woke up from the ground. When he opened his eyes, he saw the starry night sky, the bright moon, and the chirping of insects.

"Hmm!" Jun Huanyu covered his chest with his hands, feeling a heavy chest and extremely depressed. The unspeakable emotion blocked his mouth.

I will definitely find it out!
for sure!
That hatred cut a deep hole in Jun Huanyu's heart.

He got up and walked over, found some farm tools that had not been burned, and started digging a hole on the spot. He wanted to bury his relatives and close friends. He dug without even looking up.

Food for the winter is stored in the cellar. When you are hungry, you eat it, and when you are thirsty, you run to the well for water.

He didn't care even though his tender little hands were rubbed and bleeding by farm tools.

He didn't finish digging the pit until midnight. He didn't even dare to move the bodies. He couldn't lift them. He could only pick up the heads one by one and gently put them into the pit. Hatred overwhelmed the fear of the corpses of his own kind.

He built a small grave and found a small wooden plaque, on which he carved the knowledge he had recently learned from the academy in a crooked manner.

"The grave of a loved one."

He couldn't even write the word "tomb". After burying his relatives and villagers, Jun Huanyu collapsed on the ground.

Only then did he realize that he had become an orphan without any relatives. He was only six years old, and although he was a little tall, he was still a child after all. What should he do?

The fire in the village has been extinguished, and Jun Huanyu began to look for useful things.

A few wooden boards were put together and some weeds to form a simple nest.

He spent a rough night in there.

The corpse in the open air was rotting, emitting an unbearable smell, with countless mosquitoes flying around, and the corpse was covered with maggots, which were squirming madly. Jun Huanyu couldn't stand the smell and moved his nest to a farther place.

Dozens of days and nights passed with scorching sun and heavy rain.

Jun Huanyu turned into a little savage, unkempt, dirty, and smelly. He huddled beside a half-collapsed thatched hut, shivering.

It was raining heavily, torrentially, without mercy. Jun Huanyu was soaked like a drowned rat. There was no shelter from the rain here. Jun Huanyu was just seeking comfort in his heart.

He was too young to face life, and he didn't dare to leave the village. But what would happen if he left the village? This was one of the few villages in the mountains, and each village was far away from each other, so few people came and went. If he ran out of the village, he would be eaten by wild beasts. This was a big mountain, and wild beasts often roared in the forest.

"Dad, Mom, I miss you so much..." Jun Huanyu murmured softly with a crying voice.

He was very sleepy but didn't dare to fall asleep. It was raining heavily and strong winds blew from time to time, blowing on his body like needles, making him feel bone-chilled.

Finally, he fell asleep with tiredness, and perhaps for a moment, he hoped that he would never wake up again.

After an unknown amount of time, Jun Huanyu slowly woke up, only to find that he was already covered with a snow-white fur coat. Jun Huanyu felt so warm, so warm.

He stood up and looked over, only to see a thin man beside a bonfire, adding firewood to it. The fire was very strong, and the firewood crackled.

Although he was thin, he stood straight with a long sword on his back. He was wearing a turquoise shirt robe without any pattern decoration.

"Are you awake?" He turned his head. It was a very ordinary face. Walking in the crowd, you wouldn't even notice him. He said with a smile.

This was the first person Jun Huanyu had seen in so many days. He forgot to speak and just stared at him blankly.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person." Seeing Jun Huanyu remained silent, the man spoke to comfort him. The man took off the long sword on his back, walked gently to Jun Huanyu, gently stroked Jun Huanyu's head, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Jun, Jun Huanyu." Jun Huanyu answered in a low voice.

"What a good name. Huan Gai Jun Yu." The man praised, sitting on the stone bed, staring at Jun Huanyu's face.

"My name is Ye Alan." The man said his name.

"Yeah." Jun Huanyu nodded hesitantly.

"What happened here?" Ye Alan asked. His voice was always kind and there was no sense of oppression.

"When Sun Erniang and I came back, we saw a huge fire in the village. My father and mother were killed." Jun Huanyu answered with a slightly raised voice.

Ye Alan looked at the pile of small graves outside the house and thought: "Where is Sun Erniang?"

Jun Huanyu pointed with her little hand at another thatched hut that had collapsed.

Ye Alan understood. He had checked these houses before and saw only a few charred bodies that no longer looked like human beings. The headless skeletons outside were almost all beheaded. Moreover, almost all the property had been looted.

"It was a bandit riot." Ye Alan told the truth. "Ah..." He sighed.

Jun Huanyu's body was shaking, and even his breathing was not smooth. It was obvious that the pain buried in his heart was aroused.

"You have a good physique and can practice. Perhaps you can get revenge in the future!" Ye Alan guided him.

This world is too cruel, the strong are respected, the weak cannot change the facts, and even cannot find their enemies. Ye Alan gave Jun Huanyu a thought.

"Practice?" Jun Huanyu was surprised: "Are you an immortal? The teacher at the academy said that people who can practice are immortals who are high above. The life and death of mortals depends on their thoughts."

Ye Alan smiled and said, "Immortal? I don't deserve it... If I were an immortal, what would I call someone stronger than me?"

Jun Huanyu jumped off the bed, and laid on the ground with his whole body, knocking his head loudly, saying, "I want to avenge my father and mother. Please teach me how to practice."

Ye Alan stretched out his left hand, and the long sword placed beside the campfire whistled and flew into Ye Alan's hand in an instant. He made a sword flower and swung the sword casually. The sword light hit a piece of land in the distance.

"Bang!" A large piece of soil exploded. Ye Alan chanted a spell, and the scattered bones automatically condensed into a skeleton, trembling towards the deep pit.

Jun Huanyu was stunned.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, may the deceased rest in peace..." Ye Alan murmured.

The bones were arranged neatly and lay down automatically, but unfortunately there was no head.

"The path of cultivation is extremely difficult. Many people can only do nothing throughout their entire lives. If you set your goals at a young age, you will never change them! Young man, since you are seeking revenge, you should also remember your heart! Never forget it!" Ye Alan turned around and said to Jun Huanyu.

“This is the heart of Tao!”

Jun Huanyu prostrated himself on the ground and said loudly: "Never forget your original intention!"

"You will follow me into the sect, but you must first endure hardships. This is the sect rule! This is the eternal rule of my Wanyuan Sect."

...(End of chapter)