Prologue – The young boy in the cemetary

*****Special thanks goes to KingHaku for reminding me that I have a prologue I need to translate. XD

“Little Yu, don’t cry, everyone had to die sometime. Me and your mother’s time has come, our comrades are waiting in the stars for us.”

“Haha, compared to our comrades that has gone first, to be able to see with our own eyes you from a little baby to a ten year old boy, we are extremely lucky!

The colour sunset was like blood.

The battle to defend the city has ended.

In front of the solemn silence of the ancestral door, the tears of the thin young boy was like rain. Written on his face was the sorrow of tragedy, but also hatred and vengeance.

A middle aged couple was sitting in front of the door in a pool of blood.

Their bodies were filled with wounds.

The wife had a broken spear stabbed through her chest, her breath extremely faint, her life hanging on a line. The husband has already lost both his legs and an arm, a sword the length of a finger stuck into his forehead.

But he was still miraculously alive.

As if he had come back from the dead, the man still retained a clear head.

The man used his only arm left to tightly hug his wife.

The young boy with his face filled with tears was the only son of the husband and wife.

The man looked at his son, his eyes filled with love and an indescribable emotion.

He smiled.

“Wipe dry your tears, you are a little man. Right now you have to listen clearly, I have something extremely important to tell you. Remember, you must remember, once me and your mother have left, you must guard our tomb for four year, you must guard it for the full four years without even missing a day, do you understand?”

The little boy nodded his head, his tears falling.

“I know what you’re thinking. You’re not allowed to do so, an anger without strength is completely meaningless. I know you’ve always wanted to go to White Deer academy, wanted to practice martial arts, wanted to become a strong martial artist. But my little man, you cannot do so, at least in the next four years you cannot do so…”

“Don’t ask me why, only remember, that in these four years, you must be like a grain of sand in the desert, unnoticeable. You must make the entire Deer city forget the existence of you… Of course, if in the eyes of some people you are like a mad man, than that is even better. But I believe, our little Yu, will not be bothered by this!”

“After four years, you can do the things you want. If one day, you can become a Bitter Sea expert, then you must definitely go to the royal palace of Snow country and take back something that belongs to you. At that time, this badge will tell you the truth behind everything!”

The man said, placing a brass badge with swords engraved on it onto the boy’s palm.

These words and this action, seems to have exhausted the last of his life.

Then the colour on the man’s face rapidly faded away.

The man’s face changed to a deathly white, without the slightest trace of blood. Fresh blood spurted from his mouth.

“Father…” The young boy screamed with despair.

“Also, remember the nameless breathing technique I passed on to you? In these four years of guarding the tomb, you must continue to train in it, turning it into a part of you. Can you do this?”

The little boy nodded his head obediently.

“Then that is good…” The man’s eyes lost his last shred of colour, because of the heavy injury and blood loss, he already could not see anymore.

He lowered his head and kissed the forehead of his wife, and in a voice only he could hear that was filled with unspeakable regret: “Yingying, I’m sorry.”

Then, the man closed his eyes, passing away.

Within the eyes of the wife in his hands, seems to have sensed something, a crystal clear tear slowly formed and dripped and at the same time, she also stopped breathing.

The young boy kneeled within the pool of blood, hand holding the brass badge, crying until he lost his voice.

His name was Ye Qingyu.

From now on, in the northern poor district, in a deserted cemetary, there was an unknown little boy who waited for four years.

In these four years, he spent the majority of the time like a statue, sitting dumbly in front of the tomb, as if he was crazy.

Therefore, countless words of ridicule and mockery were thrown at him.

The majority of people were sure, that after experiencing the impact of the death of his parents, the extremely clever boy with exceptional talent, the person who was once called the number one genius by the Dean of the White Deer academy, had not become a trash.

Ye Qingyu was completely driven to distraction, becoming crazy and dumb, turning into a pitiful worm.

An idiot that you can bully and deride as you want.

As a result of this, someone who was once a friend of the Ye family, using the lowest of prices, half conning half buying, bought away the only treasured sword of the Ye family.

And also someone who used various methods to take away the Ye family properties.

And also a small noble family that used their position to take away the Ye family home.

The young boy, slowly lost everything he possessed.

He seemed to not have the slightest of strength to resist.

As if everyone could bully him as they wanted, as if everyone could uncaringly spit saliva onto his face.

But the little boy, about everything, seemed not to care in the slightest.

Until the day that his playmate left him.

“Brother Qingyu, you’ve fallen. I’ve grown up. I’m sorry, the oath to be beside each other, let it fall and scatter in the winds. Don’t blame me for being too realistic, but…I’ve entered White Deer academy, see you — no, that should be we should never see again!”

His childhood friend, the little girl who had always followed him around everywhere holding the back of his cloths, the little girl who had accepted his aid and protection countless times only said such words, and quickly turned away.

She went in a crowd of wealthily dressed people and did not turn her head back.

Her talent was shocking, every attributes shocking, she was fated to ascent to the heavens.

And him, he needed to stay in this deserted cemetery and accept the test of four lonely years.


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