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In order to avoid being cannon fodder as soon as they entered the Primordial World, Hanno and Elder Brother Li entrusted their younger brother and their children to Han Dad and Mom Han, retreating to cultivate in seclusion. After consuming ten Nine Thousand Year Old Peaches, the two finally reached the Golden Immortal Realm together. Then, they prepared to step out.
"Wenwen isn't coming?" Hanno asked Jia Qianjun, who had arrived alone.
"Wenwen's soul is the same as Ao Cunxin's in the Primordial World, so she won't be going," Jia Qianjun explained.
"Oh." Hanno understood the reason and stopped asking. Besides, Long Wenwen had the lowest cultivation among the four of them; sending her to the Primordial World would be too dangerous. The treasures in the Primordial World were far more abundant than those in Shushan World. Jia Qianjun could bring back items from the Primordial World for Long Wenwen to cultivate with, which would help her increase her power.
"What are those three bags you're holding?" Jia Qianjun asked, noticing the three black bags in Hanno's hands, unable to suppress a frown. "They aren't filled with trash, are they?"
"Of course they are trash," Hanno replied nonchalantly. "I haven't thrown out garbage in a while, so I'm taking it all at once."
"Then why are you carrying it around instead of just throwing it away? Are you planning to bring trash into the Primordial World?"
"Of course not!" Hanno said. "There's no way I'd bring trash into the Primordial World. I just wanted you to help me out by tossing it into another world."
Jia Qianjun gritted his teeth. "It's much easier to throw it into a trash can."
Hanno shrugged. "I'm lazy!"
What a powerful excuse! Jia Qianjun took a deep breath, waved his right hand, and without knowing which world's spatial barrier he had opened, he said, "Go ahead."
Hanno chuckled and tossed the garbage into the gap that was about a foot long.
The gap closed, and Jia Qianjun waved his hand again, revealing a solemn and heavy door of time and space. "Step out!"
...
Let’s not focus on Hanno for now; instead, let’s track the whereabouts of those three bags of garbage. This is an ancient world reminiscent of the Ming Dynasty in China, during the Ice Age. The winter is not only bone-chilling but also plagued by continuous disasters and frequent wars, causing immense suffering among the common people. To survive, many have resorted to cannibalism.
Li Er, the second son in his family, has an elder brother who is favored by their parents and a younger brother who is doted on. As the middle child, he is often overlooked and receives little affection from his parents. The Li family is considered a well-off landlord household in their region; however, when floods struck, they not only submerged their fertile fields but also their home. In desperation, Li Fu and Li Mu took their three sons and joined the crowd of refugees heading to Fucheng in search of a glimmer of hope. Yet, whether they could safely reach Fucheng remains a significant question.
The disaster did not only affect the Li family; many areas were devastated, leading to an increase in refugees. The bark and roots along the way had long been consumed by those who had passed before them. The later arrivals, starving beyond endurance, turned their gaze toward human flesh. They began by consuming the bodies of the dead; once that was exhausted, they resorted to cannibalism among themselves. After going two days without food, Li Er realized that he might not survive much longer. He didn’t want to die, but if he fled, would a child be able to survive? What about his parents and brothers? Would they all starve together as a family or would he have to sacrifice his elder brother or younger brother to others for food? Thus, Li Er chose to stay behind, reluctantly awaiting his fate in silence.
Tonight's moon was large and bright; perhaps it would be the last time he would see such a beautiful moon. Li Er stood up and walked out of the dilapidated hut where his family temporarily resided. He sat on a stone and gazed up at the bright moon. If there were deities on the moon, would they hear his pleas and help him and his family survive without dying? Would they ensure that his family could find food and safely reach Fucheng?
Suddenly, three dark spots appeared on the Bright Moon, growing larger... No, it wasn’t that the spots were growing; something was being dropped from the moon.
Li Er stared in shock at the three large bundles on the ground. Could this be what was thrown down from the moon? Had the deities heard his plea?
Overjoyed, Li Er trembled as he opened the three bundles. The first bundle contained fresh green vegetables—Hanno had only picked the tender parts when harvesting; everything else was discarded—just like how an author might eat only the tender shoots of peas; the second bundle held hard cakes resembling dried noodles; breaking off a piece and tasting it revealed that although it lacked flavor, it was indeed the best thing Li Er had eaten during these difficult days—it was essentially instant noodles; Hanno had used the seasoning for cooking and discarded all leftover noodle cakes since no one wanted them—a whole box of instant noodles thrown away amounted to quite a lot; the third bundle contained an oddly styled garment and a stack of written papers. Although strange in design, wearing it felt exceptionally warm. Li Er quickly donned the clothing and tucked away the written papers into his chest pocket. These were gifts from deities; they must be valuable treasures that needed to be kept safe.
Looking back at the other two large bags of food, Li Er felt ecstatic—he wouldn’t have to go hungry anymore. Just as he was about to call out for his parents, he suddenly remembered their decision to resort to cannibalism involving him. A hint of sadness flashed through his eyes. While he understood their actions, resentment had already taken root in his heart towards them. He divided half of each bundle's contents into the now-empty third bag before tying it securely and slinging it over his back. He dragged the other two bags filled with food into the dilapidated hut and placed them beside his parents. He gazed deeply at them and his brothers several times, imprinting their images in his mind before stepping out into the moonlight and slowly leaving behind his original family!
Later that night, when Li Fu and Li Mu awoke to find a large black bag beside their heads, they were startled. Upon inspecting its contents, joy overwhelmed them—there was food! They wouldn’t have to starve anymore or trade their son for sustenance. They immediately cooked a piece of noodle cake with vegetables for their children but only saw their eldest son and youngest son; their second son was nowhere to be found.
Li Fu furrowed his brow with a sigh: "This food must have been left by our second son; he surely knew we intended to use him for trading food, so he left us behind. Sigh... He’s such a good child; even before leaving us, he didn’t forget about us and left behind so much food. If I had known he was capable of procuring such provisions, we would never have considered using him for cannibalism—what a waste of our bond with him."
Six's mother cried. Although she had already prepared herself for the sacrifice of Six Two, his departure still left her feeling reluctant. After all, he was her own son.
With the food left behind by Six Two, especially the instant noodles, the family managed to return to Fucheng. Under the arrangement of the local government, they found work that ensured they wouldn't go hungry. After the flood receded, they returned to their hometown, where they had a house and land, and their lives became increasingly prosperous. During this time, their son was taken as a disciple by a master from the martial world, who taught him and took him away. Six's mother felt very sad about this; every day she would miss and talk about her son. Little did she know that in their original fate, their second son had been eaten by others in a desperate situation. However, the meat they obtained did not sustain them long enough to reach Fucheng, leading to the deaths of Six's father, mother, and eldest brother from starvation. Only the youngest brother was saved by his master and ultimately survived. Following his master into the martial world was the destiny of Six's youngest brother.
As for Six Two, he did not go to Fucheng with everyone else but instead found a desolate house to live in. The village where the house was located had been completely abandoned, and it was remote with no one passing by, making it very safe for a child like Six Two. He now had food and no longer worried about hunger or cold; the clothes given to him by a deity were warm—a worn-out down jacket once owned by Li Yishu. Without the troubles of hunger, Six Two turned his attention to a stack of handwritten notes. He could read; the Six family was not poor, so all three children had attended private school. Although they hadn't studied the Four Books and Five Classics, they could recognize many characters. The papers casually discarded by Hanno contained content from the Compendium of Compassionate Swordsmanship. Six Two learned from these notes and quickly gained self-defense skills. Even if his food ran out, he now had the strength to hunt tigers and wild boars, ensuring he would never go hungry again.
The martial arts talent of the three brothers in the Six family was quite remarkable; otherwise, their youngest brother's master wouldn't have taken him as a disciple forcefully. Six Two's talent surpassed that of his younger brother; although he lacked a master’s guidance, he gradually cultivated himself to reach the realm of "Sword Heart Clarity."
Twenty years later, three of the most formidable sword masters in the martial world were known: Sword Immortal Ye Gucheng, Sword God Ximen Chui Xue, and Sword Saint Six Erjie. Among them, Six Erjie was the most controversial figure because most people were unclear about just how strong he truly was. Only a few who had seen him wield a sword described him with one phrase: "Sword energy traverses thirty thousand miles; one sword shines cold across nineteen continents." Those who had encountered Six Erjie noted that he exuded an ethereal aura; if not for Ye Gucheng already being known as Sword Immortal, that title would likely belong to Six Erjie instead. This led many fans of various city lords to scoff at such claims.
On a night of a full moon at the Forbidden City Summit, a sword came flying from the west.
The starlight dimmed under the moonlight; all brilliance on earth focused on two swords—two immortal swords. The swords were thrust forward! One aimed at Ximen Chui Xue's throat while the other targeted Ye Gucheng's chest. Ye Gucheng hesitated slightly; he was destined to die anyway—better to perish under the swords of enemies and friends!
Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred!
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