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The night was quiet, with only the sounds of the insects and occasionally the barking of dogs. The stars in the sky were as dark as ink. There was no moon, only stars dotted the sky. A light wind was blowing. This should have been a carefree night, but Zhao Kui felt a tinge of boredom.

Suddenly, a faint sound entered his ears. Then, he listened carefully as it came rushing towards him. As a six year old child, he still felt a little afraid inside the room. Suddenly, he heard a weak call: "Kui'er, open the door." Zhao Kui was startled. It was his Master's voice. He hurriedly opened the door and saw his Master's clothes in a mess. There was even a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. There was even quite a bit of blood on her snow-white beard. Zhao Kui anxiously asked, "Master, what's going on? Didn't you go out to meet some friends?" The old man waved his hand with difficulty, "Let's not talk first, help me lie down." Zhao Kui hurriedly helped the old man lie down and took out a pill from a hidden compartment. This was a Great Recovery Pill his master stole from Shaolin a long time ago. He hurriedly tried to put the pill into the old man's mouth, but the old man waved his hand, "No need, my injuries are too severe, even the divine medicine cannot cure them, do not waste this miracle medicine, I risked my life to come back just to take another look at Kui'er, if I die I would feel at ease, cough cough." The old man spat out a bit of blood and endured the pain as he continued: "Today, I went to meet my old friend, I never thought he would betray me for some money, I have been plundering wealth to help poor people, regardless of righteous path or evil ways, they all hated me, and actually teamed up against me, I did not manage to get out, Kui'er, I cannot continue taking care of you, everything depends on you, you are very smart, I am not worried, I am afraid you will impulsively go and take revenge for me, you swore not to take revenge for me, otherwise I will die with regret!" "Cough, cough." Another pool of blood was spat out from the old man's mouth. The old man was already on the verge of death. Zhao Kui nodded heavily with tears in his eyes, "Master, I swear that I will never avenge you!" Zhao Kui thought to himself, I won't avenge Master, I won't kill all of you bastards, but I will definitely steal all of the martial arts manuals from your sects, and kill all of you bastards in anger. The old man nodded his head with a pleased expression, but his eyes seemed to have lost some of their focus.

The night was still quiet, and gradually, the light dimmed. It was now almost dawn, and the darkness before dawn made people's hearts even more depressed and at a loss. Zhao Kui's eyes were red and swollen from crying. As he held the old man's hand, he suddenly felt the old man's hand grow heavier and heavier. He then took a deep breath and felt that he was no longer breathing.

In a clearing in front of a cave, a handsome young man was practicing his martial arts. He was like a fierce tiger emerging from a mountain, or a rabbit fighting with an eagle, his sword was like an antelope hanging from its horn, and the light from his blade was chilling. His hands grew larger with a shout, striking a piece of hard pine wood. This person was Zhao Kui. Ever since his six-year-old master passed away, he had been practicing martial arts even more diligently. In these nine years, his martial arts had reached a very high level. A piece of fine jade had finally become a rare treasure. Master's unique Secret Skill, Cloud Steps, has already reached a very high level. Even if I can't beat the people who killed my Master, I still can't run away. Now it's time to go down the mountain and harass them.

Late at night, in the Shaolin of Mount Song, a loud voice shouted, "Catch the thief!" The entire Shaolin Temple was thrown into chaos. Zhao Kui had already thrown off a large group of people when a stick suddenly flew towards him. Zhao Kui didn't even look at the stick as he chopped it into several pieces. The little monk was shocked, "How do you know my Young Master Lin's Great Strength Vajra Palm Art?" Zhao Kui cleared his throat and said, "I'm your home practicing martial uncle! The thieves are running over there! Let's chase them! " That little monk was very simple and honest as he stroked his bald head and said, "Oh, it's Junior Master." He then turned around and chased in the direction Zhao Kui had pointed. Zhao Kui caught up and flicked his bald head. "You little bald donkey, it's not good even if you don't have any hair or brains, isn't it?" Then, he disappeared without a trace, leaving behind the young monk who was rubbing his bald head and talking to himself.

After a period of time, among all the great sects in Wu Lin, Kongtong, Wu Dang, and Emei were present. Even the secret manuals of the various demonic sects' schools were stolen, but the perpetrators had no clue at all.

One day, Zhao Kui discovered that all the large sects were dispatching troops to rush to the Fallen Eagle Cliff. This was a dangerous place, as the name implied, a place even eagles couldn't fly through. Even eagles would have to land here. Only after Zhao Kui had captured a leader and interrogated him did he find out that a treasure had appeared at Fallen Hawk Cliff. The various sects had sent people to that place to fight for it.

Zhao Kui thought about it and decided to fight for it. By the time he arrived at Falling Eagle Cliff, the various martial arts sects had already started fighting. They had set a rule: each side would send out ten experts, the final victor, and the treasures would belong to each side. Just as they were engaged in an intense battle, Zhao Kui used his hands to snatch the so-called treasure and then used the Cloud Stepping technique to run as fast as he could. The various sects did not expect that someone would dare to steal a treasure right under their noses. They immediately swarmed forward and chased after Zhao Kui, all the way. Zhao Kui was already physically and mentally exhausted. The old monk at the front flung his sleeves and shouted: "Child, quickly hand the treasure over to us or else you will die from the pain!" Zhao Kui rolled his eyes and replied, "Old bald donkey, it was in vain that you started out. Didn't your buddhist master teach you that you shouldn't have any wild thoughts? You recited Amitabha to a dog?" The old monk was so angry that his beard turned white. "You sharp-tongued brat, take my palm!" With a "peng" sound, the two of them had already exchanged blows. The old monk was shocked: "Hannya Palm! "My Young Master's seventy-two ultimate skills have been stolen by you!" Ha ha, you bunch of foolish old hats, I was the one who did it. Your family's secret scriptures have all been memorized by me. The moment these words came out, everyone was shocked. So it turns out that this little thief stole our family's secret scriptures. This person must be killed! Everyone surrounded Zhao Kui with no regards to their pride. Zhao Kui had suffered quite a few serious injuries after falling into defeat. Seeing that he was running out of energy and his steps were light, Zhao Kui steeled his heart. I can't let you guys get the treasures even if you die, so he used the last bit of his inner force to use his Rain Mist Steps and jumped off the cliff. There was a pool under the cliff, but at that moment, a huge whirlpool appeared, causing Zhao Kui to feel dizzy and his whole body was in pain before he lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in a small puddle of water. The water was crystal clear, like the most precious unpolished jade in the world. Looking at his own body, it was covered in wounds. There were many deep wounds that could be seen through bone. His internal organs were all injured. Zhao Kui only had one thought in his mind, "Why am I still alive with such a heavy injury?" He fell asleep in a daze. The water seemed to possess some sort of magic as it slowly entered Zhao Kui's wounds and went into his internal organs.

When Zhao Kui woke up, he found himself lying on a bed. This bed was somewhat rough, as if it was stacked with wood, completely different from the bed that he had seen before. He was astonished to find that all the wounds on his body had disappeared, leaving only internal injuries. At this moment, the door was pushed open and a young girl walked in. Seeing him sit up, she was overjoyed and said a bunch of words that he did not understand. Zhao Kui was instantly dumbfounded. He weakly said, "Lady, I don't know what you're talking about." The girl was also stunned, but she did not say anything. She pointed at the bowl-like object in her hand, as if she was about to eat it. Zhao Kui nodded. He didn't hold back and started to eat as soon as he received it. It was just that he was too hungry and he didn't know the taste of the food. Feeling full of energy, he got up and walked out of the door, taking a deep breath, feeling abnormally fresh, which made his mind extremely clear. Looking around, he found that the trees and crops were abnormally lush, and the smallest trees he could see were not much smaller than the hundred-year-old trees he had seen before.

It was a burly man carrying a hare like animal, but much bigger than a rabbit. Obviously, it was his prey, and the girl immediately went up to him and chatted with him for a while, then pointed at Zhao Kui. The burly man grinned at Zhao Kui, and Zhao Kui also smiled back, causing Zhao Kui's pupils to constrict. He felt that this burly man was not much weaker than him, and when he looked at the house behind him, he could not understand why such a master could only live in such a broken house. Could he be living in seclusion?

In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed and Zhao Kui's injuries had fully healed. They were a pair of brother and sister, just that they were too poor and could only make a living from hunting. In the past six months, he gradually discovered that this was not his world, and this should be another world, moreover this world seemed to be very suitable for practicing martial arts. The big man had only learned martial arts for a few days, yet he found that the so-called martial arts that the big man had learned could not even be taught in the most dilapidated martial arts building in his world. It could not be called martial arts, it could only be called kicking with one's feet. In the past half year, Zhao Kui's martial arts had improved a lot, but he couldn't do anything about the two or three days ago. Zhao Kui was happy and worried, happy that his martial arts had improved a lot, and to be able to reach a very high level. But he was determined to go out and do it! Before leaving, he passed the Mighty Vajra Palm to the big man. With the big man's physique, he was very suitable for this martial art. The big man would have a good achievement in learning, and could change the situation between him and his sister.