C1 The Million Children's Tale

The Crow Horn River is 30 miles east of the town in Wujiao Town. It was the only river near the Wujiao Town. And today, in the middle of this river, a figure was lying by the river. The cold water soaked his entire body, and the cold wind of winter mercilessly blew across his body. Suddenly, a bone-piercing chill came from within his body. However, this figure still didn't have any reaction.

"Hehe, as expected... All familial love is fake." After a long time, a self-deprecating voice came from his mouth. After which, the figure slowly raised his head. His pale face was exposed to the white sunlight. Under his messy hair, a pair of numb eyes were empty and lifeless. A faint aura of death surrounded his body.

"Oh, you're not dead yet. Tsk tsk, your vitality is really tenacious. Just like your parents in the past, it's a pity that there's no news of them until now. Perhaps they had already died in the mouth of the Soul Beast. When you were young, you couldn't do anything to you due to the rules of the clan. But now, you're already over 16 years old. Furthermore, you still can't condense your soul into a Soul Cultivator. Such a weak soul... Even the soul force of those boors outside is stronger than you. Hmph! It's already considered not bad that I didn't strip you of the sect records and expel you from the clan. " At this moment, a cold laugh rang out.

Hearing this familiar voice, the figure lying in the river seemed to have a reaction. That pair of empty eyes had disappeared and was replaced by a thick killing intent.

"Haha, why do you want to kill me? Do you think you have that strength?" Sensing the killing intent in the figure's eyes, the voice rang out once again.

"Wan Xu,i will kill you. Instantly, the figure in the river suddenly roared. Then, he stood up from the bone-piercing river and rushed towards the source of the voice as if he had gone mad.

"Hmph." A cold snort was heard. Then, a white palm appeared out of thin air. After that, it slapped the chest of the figure who seemed to have gone crazy.

A mouthful of blood was spat out from the mouth of the figure. The figure fell into the ice-cold water once again. The ice-cold water submerged the figure's body once again. This time, an unprecedented coldness swept through his entire body, causing him to lose consciousness. He sank into the bottom of the river and never floated again.

"Hm? This brat won't die at the bottom of the river, right?" At this time, that familiar voice sounded again. Looking for the voice, he would find that it was at the shore of the river. Three figures stood there, and the one in front was a young man about sixteen years old. The youth's upper body was a green brocade robe, while the lower body was the most popular black brocade pants. On his feet was a pair of purple-gold boots. A type of nobility was self-evident.

"Young master, if that trash dies, it will not be good for your reputation in the future. Furthermore, if we investigate it,i'm afraid it will be troublesome. At that time, even if the old master wants to help you, it will be difficult." Behind this young master, one of the two followers slightly frowned and said.

"Hmph, consider him lucky. You guys pick him up and bring him back to the clan. When spring comes, this trash will be sent to the outskirts. At that time, with his talent, even if he's sent to the remote regions, the only fate awaiting him is death. " The young master snorted coldly. After saying that, without looking at the Crow Horn River again, he left without looking back.

When the two followers saw this, they could only jump into the cold river.

Wujiao Town was a small town at the border of the southern region of Bailong Empire. There were three Copper Soul Realm experts in this small town, and these three Copper Soul Realm experts belonged to the patriarchs of the three great families in Wujiao Town. These three great families were the Wan family. Chen family and Zhou family. The three families were restraining each other and using each other to rule this moderate Wujiao Town.

On the east side of the Wujiao Town, there was a huge mansion. It was the place where one of the three major families, the Wan family, lived. At this moment, in a broken room in the mansion, a figure was curled up on the cold wooden bed. The symptoms of cold and hot on his body caused the figure to start moaning in a low voice in a daze.

"Sigh, what a pity. I was originally one of the young masters of Wan family, but because I couldn't condense my soul,i ended up like this." At this moment, a servant who passed by the door sighed.

"You brat, you don't want to live anymore. If the second young master finds out that you pity this trash,i won't say anything about the consequences." Immediately, another servant beside the servant said.

"I won't say anymore. It's better to avoid this God of Plagues as soon as possible." Immediately, the first person who spoke hurriedly said. Then, the two of them left the place as if they were avoiding the God of Plagues.

At this moment, the entire Wan family had begun to decorate the place. A joyful mood spread across the entire prefecture, accompanied by the fiery red lanterns. Heavy snow began to fall from the sky. As the saying goes, auspicious snow is a sign of prosperity. In another ten days, it would be the end of the year. At this moment, the snow was extremely pleasing to everyone. No one would hate a good omen. But no one knew that under this kind of festive atmosphere, the life of a youth in the Wan Residence was at stake.

"Where is this? It's so dark, is there anyone here?" The original cold and heat had already disappeared, and the familiar scenery was no longer there. What entered his eyes was pitch-black darkness. There was nothing at all as far as his eyes could see.

"Could it be that I'm already dead? Hehe, as expected, this is the final outcome." No one replied. Only this pitch-black scene made him laugh at himself. This was fate. When his soul was weak, it was already destined. No matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to condense his soul into a Soul Cultivator in the end.

When he thought of this, hatred and resentment emerged from the depths of his heart. Then, he roared at the pitch black world, "Heavens, why... Why is it so unfair, why did I work so hard until the end and still end up like this... Why is it that other people are lazy every day, but there are different outcomes... I can't accept it. I can't accept it."

" Sigh. "At this moment, a sigh suddenly sounded.

The sudden sigh startled him. Instantly, he said in horror, "Who is it? Come out quickly. "

But what awaited him was a silent reply. Just as he was about to speak again, the voice appeared once again: "Kid, do you really think that the heavens are unfair?"

"Hmph, of course." He answered without hesitation.

"Alright, since that's the case... I'll make an exception and give you a chance. I hope you can grasp it. " The voice said. After saying that, a bright light suddenly appeared. Then it rushed into the space between his eyebrows. Instantly, a sense of dizziness came out of his head. After which, his consciousness became blurry once again. His figure also disappeared from this dark world. When that figure disappeared... This dark world suddenly became bright. However, the scene at this moment caused one to be taken aback. Because at this time, the originally pitch black world had already turned into a white world. A feeling that he had never felt before spontaneously arose.

In a corner of this white world, two old men were sitting cross-legged, and in front of them was a black and white Go game.

"Hehe, are you sure that kid will have a bright future?" The old man on the left looked at the white chess piece on the black and white Go game and smiled.

"I don't know either. Since fate has brought us together, so what if we give him a chance?" The old man on the right smiled indifferently and said.

"Haha, you're still the same old man. Do whatever you want. " The old man on the left suddenly laughed and said.

As the two old men in the strange world were talking, in the worn-out room of the Wan Residence... The youth on the cold bed, whose eyes had been tightly shut and trembling, suddenly opened his eyes. A ray of light flashed past his eyes. Then, he got up from the cold bed. His gaze was focused on the heavy snow outside. Such a beautiful snow scene was just a form of irony in his eyes.

"Hmph, Wan family. I, Wan Tongyao, will always remember this kindness in my heart." That figure took one last look at the heavy snow in the sky and said with a cold snort.