C2 Xiao Cheng

Xiao Cheng thought he would go to hell after his death. After all, he wasn't a good person.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he did not see the fiendish ghost servant nor did he see the terrifying hell. Instead, he became a newborn baby, thrown into the wilderness, and almost eaten by wild beasts.

Even after thirty years, he remembered the scene.

That person's purple robes were in tatters, but he was still unable to conceal his otherworldly temperament.

It was as cold as ice and frost. It looked like an immortal that had been exiled from the heavens.

This was Xiao Cheng's first impression upon seeing that man. Even though he was in a sorry state and one of his eyes was blind, his appearance and temperament didn't seem like those of an ordinary person.

He had lived on the same mountain with that man for twenty years, but in the past twenty years, that person had only spoken to him a total of less than ten sentences. Most of the time, he would talk to himself, and that person would always quietly sit alone on the mountain, thinking about something.

That person had never told him his name, and he wouldn't deliberately ask. After a while, the two of them came to a tacit understanding. They didn't say anything, didn't ask, or even answered.

Xiao Cheng was impressed with how he had lived these past twenty years. He had stayed with such a boring master for so long without getting sick. Before, he was someone who couldn't stand being lonely.

Later on, the person disappeared without a sign, let alone a letter, as if he had never appeared in this world.

He didn't want to be alone on the mountain, so he packed up a few things and left.

The strange world, the unfamiliar people, made him suddenly realize that this was not the world he was originally living in!

If he wanted to survive in this strange world, he had to adapt. He had to be strong. So he took in many homeless orphans as his lackeys, intending to continue his gang's career. But this was not Earth, not the twenty-first century, and the people here were different from the people on Earth. After using ten years of time, he finally established a power in this world called Feihong Pavilion, which was mainly involved in the weapons industry.

He had originally planned to use the name 'Flying Hong Gang', but his subordinates said with disgust that this name was too low, and thus, they changed it to 'Feihong Pavilion'. In his opinion, these two names were only lacking by one word, there was no difference.

He used to be a gang leader, an arms dealer.

Moreover, he discovered that there was no such thing as selling weapons in this world. He could be considered the first person in this world who dared to eat crabs.

Those cultivators used weapons that were provided by the aristocratic families themselves. The quantity was limited, and the quality was uneven, so those with high cultivation wouldn't necessarily be able to get a good weapon. As for those cultivators, most of them would go to the blacksmith's shop to order weapons, so the quality was even worse.

When Xiao Cheng followed his master, he practiced most of the time.

Weapons also had a spirit, but when forging ordinary weapons, that was not called smithing, it was called forging iron. On the mountain, Xiao Cheng tried to forge many weapons, but unfortunately, because of the limited materials, he was not satisfied.

After he went down the mountain, he found some rare ores and refined his first spiritual weapon, which was bought by a high level cultivator at a high price. After that, Feihong Pavilion had become the most famous weapon dealer in the Lingyun Continent, no, the weapon dealer!