Published: March 8, 2025
Master Ji Er is undoubtedly a master storyteller.
This skill has been honed through countless lies and his usual smooth-talking style. The entire story, as told by him, is like a tragic history of the martial arts world!
Everyone who hears this story would never doubt any part of its authenticity!
Especially as Master Ji Er spoke while shedding tears, his expressions of speechless grief, rage, and utter despair were performed with such depth.
The tale itself is worthy of being written down in great detail.
He talked about how his family was honest, strong, inexperienced in the martial arts world, how they were deceived, how they were negligent, how they became careless, and how they were ambushed by their enemies...
He described the enemies as despicable, their schemes as meticulous, their strength as formidable, the tricks they often used, who their strategists were, who their top expert was, and how ruthless and ungrateful they were...
He recounted how a disaster struck his family, how it caught fire, how he dashed out, the number of loyal martial experts who sacrificed themselves to help him escape, how they were killed, their unwavering courage, and their heroic spirit...
As he spoke, Ji Mo was so moved that tears streamed down his face.
On the side, the seven or eight experts from the Xiao Clan were also sighing, some with red eyes...
“...Oh, how I pity my flying spirit beast...” Ji Mo sighed to the heavens, pounded his chest in despair, and lamented: “That was such a precious, obedient, lovely, beautiful, and loyal tenth-level spirit beast, the snowflake eagle... just like that... just like that, it self-destructed in the sky to buy me time to escape here...”
“My snowflake eagle... my snowflake eagle... it looked at me one last time before dying. I could fully understand its expression... even though it was just a spirit beast, it was telling me to live no matter what...”
Ji Mo cried out loud, heartbroken.
The experts from the Xiao Clan, who were indifferent and impatient at first, were gradually drawn in. They became more and more immersed in the story, each with tear-filled eyes.
In their minds, they conjured an image: a snowflake eagle. Facing countless pursuing enemies, with injuries all over its body, it resolutely threw its master far away. Then, it turned its head to look at its master with deep affection before charging toward the enemies without hesitation...
With a world-shattering explosion, it transformed into an eternal legend in the sky, becoming a loyal spirit in the universe...
Everyone sighed deeply.
Such a spiritual bird...
Is indeed rare in the world!
“...In the end, only one bastard chased after me, that ungrateful person! His surname is Luan, he is the second in line, and I always call him Old Second Luan! That damned Old Second Luan has been relentlessly pursuing me... wanting to eradicate me...”
“If not for your rescue, I, Jiang Ye, would undoubtedly have perished. The deep-seated hatred of my Jiang family... my snowflake eagle...”
Ji Mo’s eyes glistened with tears as he looked gratefully at everyone: “Thank you! You are all good people! You are all truly great people...”
The experts from the Xiao Clan felt a bit ashamed.
We are good people...
We’ve been waiting to extract your secrets and then slaughter you like a pig, and now we’re being labeled with such a grand title of 'great people'...
It truly feels undeserved.
“Consider me, Jiang Ye. I can be considered a once-in-a-generation talent.” Master Ji Er boasted with a pained expression: “I had my meridians opened by the Amethyst Holy Crystal Soul while still in swaddling clothes, became a martial sovereign at three years old, reached imperial level at ten, and advanced to saint level at fifteen. Now, at twenty-one, I am already at the supreme second tier peak!”
“What a pity, as fate would have it, I encountered such great calamity amidst my rapid progress!”
“All my bones... have been broken...” Master Ji Er shouted to the heavens, filled with grief and anger: “How can I avenge those deep-seated grudges!”