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Thirty percent of the people believed that since ordinary individuals did not like them, they should not live among these ordinary people. Therefore, this thirty percent felt that they should retreat and focus on their cultivation, striving for greater breakthroughs in their studies.
Thus, a rift formed within the Perfect World. Coupled with the collective efforts of ordinary people to suppress them, the Extraordinary Persons could not harm the ordinary individuals for fear of escalating the opposition. Consequently, the thirty percent who believed in hiding themselves left Perfect World first. No one knew where they had gone; perhaps they had vanished into the river of time.
Those who thought an explanation was necessary were expelled from Perfect World by other Extraordinary Persons who believed in using force to suppress ordinary people. This group of Extraordinary Persons, earnest in their explanations, did not receive the understanding they had hoped for. As the saying goes, when a wall falls, everyone pushes; even passersby who did not know the details were eager to join in. The furious ordinary people were not willing to let this group go.
The outcome was predictable: these individuals were captured one after another. At that moment, those who still bore the name of Perfect World sounded the horn of counterattack. Curses, talismans, feng shui formations, hexes, and all conceivable forms of both righteous and wicked sorcery descended upon these ordinary people. A battle between ordinary individuals and Sorcerers began.
In the end, it was the ordinary people, with their numerical advantage, who emerged victorious. All Extraordinary Persons withdrew from the world of ordinary people. Thus, ordinary individuals disappeared as well. During this time, anyone who learned sorcery was deemed an outcast and countless Sorcerers were burned or drowned.
This situation gradually faded only with the arrival of the new century. Sorcerers reappeared in the world of ordinary people. Time truly is the best medicine; this saying holds true. The Sorcerers of the new era no longer possessed those incredible powers but instead had developed some deceptive tricks. However, with these mediocre skills, they somehow transformed into masters in the eyes of some ordinary individuals.
At this point, Dao Wine had been nearly absorbed by Xiao Yefeng. Recently, matters concerning the Xiao Family began to surface. First came the severing of lineage at Baoyun Palace, resulting in a loss of part of their inherited memories. Following this severance, internal traitors emerged. Baoyun Palace was an organization established by the ancestors of the Xiao Family during the Feudal Dynasty and housed Four Treasures!
The Treasure of the Cloud and Sword Mirror Bell Needle! These four items were treasured heirlooms passed down through generations of the Xiao Family. Before passing away, their ancestors entrusted their inherited memories and Four Treasures to a single heir in each generation. This cycle continued until a mistake occurred during the transition between New Huaxia and Feudal Dynasty.
Twins were not uncommon today but were indeed rare back then. In this lineage of single heirs within the Xiao Family, a pair of twins emerged in this generation. According to lineage order, among these twins, the elder brother was Xiao Yefeng, tracing back four generations to their ancestor.
At that time, the Xiao Family was still doing well; one could say they were landowners now and naturally delighted to have twin sons. However, when both children reached adulthood and it was time for inheritance, issues arose. The elder brother's gentle demeanor made him most suitable for succession; however, his younger brother was exceptionally clever and shrewd. Both were quite interested in inheriting from the Xiao Family.
Even when their father passed on his legacy to his descendants at a cost to his lifespan, neither was willing to let go. Ultimately, by drawing lots, the elder brother won and received both the inherited memories and Treasure of the Cloud. It would have ended there if not for the seeds of hatred that had already taken root in his younger brother's heart for being left out.
Finally, with the birth of New Huaxia and amidst waves sweeping away old customs and feudalism, the younger brother secretly plotted against his elder sibling by reporting him for possessing feudal artifacts. Overnight, his brother's home was turned upside down while he stealthily broke into his brother's house during his capture and stole both the sword and bell from among the Four Treasures!
Fortunately, his brother had a good reputation in the area. After being captured, nothing was found against him, and since he was also an experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who understood the art of Acupuncture, he was released.
However, it wasn't long before he learned from his wife that his sword and bell had been stolen by his younger brother. By then, it was too late; the brother had already boarded a cargo ship bound for the West. When the older brother finally reached the dock, he saw his younger brother standing at the stern of the ship, waving at him, holding the sword and bell in his hands!
In a fit of rage, the older brother unleashed the first Feng Shui Technique he had learned from ancestral memories. It was both the first and last time he would use it, as he had only ever performed such a harmful Feng Shui Technique once in his life.
Standing on the dock, he formed a hand seal and recited an incantation. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and fierce winds whipped up waves. The older brother spat blood onto the Bagua Mirror, and in an instant, a streak of black lightning shot through the air, striking his younger brother who held the sword and bell. The black lightning left an indelible mark on them; as long as the Bagua Mirror was nearby, it could sense their presence.
However, if one thought this was merely a regrettable act without consequences, they were gravely mistaken. The black lightning struck his younger brother's eyes, rendering him blind for life. This curse would continue through his lineage; any descendants of his younger brother would inevitably be blind. This Feng Shui Technique was undeniably powerful, but the older brother paid a heavy price for this cruel curse that obliterated humanity.
Years passed; when they were in their twenties, the two brothers took different paths. For thirty years, the older brother roamed Huaxia to help others without asking for payment. In his fifties, misfortune struck him first with disasters and then with calamities. He hurriedly left behind his legacy for his son before passing away. The Bagua Mirror was lost during this time but was eventually recovered by Xiao Yefeng's father. Unfortunately, Xiao Wen died as a result.
At this moment, Xiao Yefeng finally discovered information about his father. After their grandfather's death, Xiao Wen began living alone. Filled with righteous indignation, he joined an underground faction at that time. Although it wasn't much at first, his exceptional abilities caught the attention of its leader, who introduced him to a secret organization—the remnants of Perfect World.
Perfect World offered Xiao Wen an irresistible benefit: unlimited access to spirit stones. They fully supported Xiao Wen's cultivation efforts. In this world where Qi was nearly invisible, spirit stones were the only means to rapidly enhance one's power. Thus, Xiao Wen agreed. However, just as he was making significant progress and crossing into the True Spirit Realm...
By chance, Xiao Wen discovered the Xiao Family's Bagua Mirror within Perfect World's secret chamber. Wrapped around it was a piece of tattered cloth that piqued Xiao Wen's curiosity even more. After reading what was inscribed on that cloth, a deadly operation unfolded. Xiao Wen fled from Perfect World and later encountered Liu Qing before finally meeting his mother.
Using his advanced cultivation power, Xiao Wen resisted Perfect World's pursuit multiple times. However, he eventually fell into their trap; these people were despicable and dared not confront him directly. Instead, they cursed Xiao Yefeng's mother first. To protect his beloved, Xiao Wen absorbed half of that curse. After handing over the Bagua Mirror to Liu Qing, both ultimately succumbed to the curse.
At this point, Xiao Yefeng finally understood that his parents' deaths were due to a piece of cloth discovered by chance. What could have been written on it that made Perfect World willing to expose themselves to kill his parents? Why was there no memory related to this in the legacy left by his father?
"Why? Why? Ah~" A sorrowful roar erupted from Xiao Yefeng as he sat cross-legged. His voice echoed throughout the mountains; in an instant, birds scattered from the trees and beasts fled in fear!
At this moment, Xiao Yefeng had already awakened. He looked at his palms; with a clench of his left fist, a beam of golden Righteousness condensed at the tip of his knuckles. His right hand formed a fist as well, with a light blue Vital Energy solidifying above it. As he relaxed his fists, the two beams of light vanished. Spreading his right hand, a spiral-shaped Golden Cyan whirlwind suddenly appeared in his palm. He waved his hand to disperse the spiritual energy. Xiao Yefeng took a deep breath; indeed, this Dao Wine was extraordinary. With the True Spirit fully developed, it could be classified as high-level Inner Force by current standards.
"Senior?" Xiao Yefeng called out but found no one responding, so he attempted to stand up.
However, at that moment, the wine jug and a piece of Yellow Talisman Paper in his arms caught Xiao Yefeng's attention. Shaking the wine jug and realizing it was empty, he shook his head and set it aside before picking up the Yellow Talisman Paper to examine it.
Just as Xiao Yefeng's hand touched the Yellow Talisman, it suddenly lifted into the air and began to burn from the bottom up! At that moment, the voice of the Scruffy Daoist echoed: "Child! I am leaving! Your appearance signifies my departure; do not be sad or feel guilty. This is fate; I have been waiting for you for many years. Now that my mission is complete, this old body can finally find relief. Before I go, I hope to entrust you with one last thing: after I leave, there will be no more immortals in Huaxia, while the Western Holy See and the Pope still exist. When trouble arises in Huaxia, I hope you can lend a hand, as repayment for my saving you."
After a brief silence, the talisman had not yet burned out, indicating there was more to say. Just as Xiao Yefeng pondered this, the Scruffy Daoist's voice came again: "If possible, prioritize ordinary people. This world operates on survival of the fittest; it's not that we are useless but rather that this is an evolutionary process where old things are replaced by new ones. This is the law. I find a world centered around ordinary people to be beautiful, don’t you?"
As the Yellow Talisman burned away, Xiao Yefeng remained seated on the ground for a long time without moving. What did Scruffy Daoist mean? With powerful figures above and armies below, what could Huaxia possibly need him for? And what did that last instruction mean? Did Scruffy Daoist fear he would overturn the existing families?
Filled with confusion, Xiao Yefeng grabbed the wine jug and turned to see the collapsed broken temple before shaking his head and leaving. The mountain had returned to its former tranquility; aside from the flattened grass, there were no other traces left.
Xiao Yefeng returned to the Metaphysics Society and saw Jiang Xing handling documents. He chose a corner to sit down; it was surprisingly quiet within the Metaphysics Society while Jiang Xing seemed unwilling to let go of his work as he continued processing papers.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of paperwork piled high like a mountain had been dealt with by Jiang Xing, he crushed his pen in frustration. Xiao Yefeng noticed this but said nothing; neither did Jiang Xing.
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