"System, I can't help you anymore!"
"And my women, you can't imagine that your husband would die at the hands of a few beasts!"
"I hate it."
"Just one more realm away, and I will be the King of the Universe, the most powerful man in the world!!!"
"No fate, no fate at all."
He felt so tired, his eyes slowly closed, and he completely lost consciousness.
Boom!
He crashed into a vast forest, the ancient tree was smashed in two, but his body remained unharmed.
The loud noise caused birds and beasts to flutter away.
Sunlight filtered through the lush, ancient leaves, dappling the face of the unconscious Kuafu.
Just then.
A boy carrying a wooden basket peeked out from behind an ancient tree, his slightly handsome face staring curiously at Kuafu lying on the ground in front of him.
"Xiao Chen, what are you doing standing there? Hurry up and finish picking the mushrooms, we should go home."
A middle-aged man walked towards them from a distance, dressed in rough linen clothes, carrying a basket full of mushrooms.
"Father, here...there's a dead person here!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Only my son and I dare to venture into this Forest of Ten Thousand Trees. Who else would dare to come?"
The middle-aged man spoke without even looking up as he listened to his son's words.
"Father, it really is! This person seems to be a noble young master from the city; he must have spirit coins on him!"
The handsome young man's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he cautiously approached Kuafu. He then reached out and grasped a sword engraved with mysterious Daoist patterns that he couldn't understand, depicting the sun, moon, and stars.
"Ouch, this is so heavy!"
The handsome young man fell to the ground and muttered, "If I sell it, I can definitely get a lot of money!"
"Smack!"
After the middle-aged man walked over, he slapped him hard across the face and shouted, "You little bastard, I've told you before, even though we're poor, we don't steal from others or rob them. We live with integrity. We can't take what isn't ours. Have you been ignoring all of this?"
The words grew increasingly harsh, and the handsome young man trembled in fear, his neck stiff as he said, "He...he's already dead. Is a dead person...even considered a person?"
The middle-aged man was furious. He then turned his gaze to Kuafu, slowly squatted down, placed a finger in front of Kuafu's nose, and muttered, "Still breathing."
The middle-aged man was named Guo Yi, and the boy was his son, named Guo Zhi.
The two were from a small village north of the Wanmu Forest. The village was far from the surrounding cities, and because of the mountains, their ancestors had made a living by hunting or picking fruit for generations.
Give me the kettle.
After Guo Yi finished speaking, Guo Zhi hurriedly took a water jug made of animal hide from his waist and handed it to Guo Yi. Guo Yi took it, pried open Kuafu's mouth, and poured water into it.
Watching him drink it down, Guo Yi then carried him on his back, struggling to lift the basket of mushrooms with one hand, and coldly said, "Find a rope, drag that sword along, and let's go home."
Guo Zhi sighed, "Yes, Father!"
Emerging from the jungle, you can see a small village in the distance bathed in the setting sun.
Inside a wooden house, a woman dressed in hemp clothing was cooking. When she saw her husband carrying a man in, her eyes were filled with confusion.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
“I met him in the mountains. This kid is lucky to have met me, Guo Yi.”
After sitting down, Guo Yi drank a large gulp of water and then looked at his wife and said...
Guo smiled helplessly and said, "This young man, judging from his face and clothes, doesn't seem like an ordinary person. Father, you'd better not bring trouble to our family."
"Women just love to talk nonsense."
Guo Yi sighed, "Once he recovers, we should send him out of the mountains immediately. After all, it's a human life; we can't just stand by and watch him die, can we?"
"Father, Mother, your daughter is back!"
Just then, a cheerful voice rang out from the sky above, emanating from a woman in white riding a sword.
Upon hearing the sound, Guo Yi and his wife ran out of the house with joy on their faces. Sure enough, they saw their daughter standing on a flying sword, looking very proud, just like that immortal.
"Wow! Look at my flying sword, isn't it beautiful?"
The girl in white, with a lively expression, made a sword gesture with her hands, and the flying sword soared into the sky, spun around, and emitted a terrifying sword cry.
"Well done, Guo Xiaocao! You've only been a disciple of the Sword Profound Sect for a few years, and you're already like a god!"
Guo stepped forward and grabbed Guo Xiaocao, looking at her daughter with satisfaction.
Guo Yi looked pleased and didn't go forward like Guo Shi. Instead, he turned around and went back into the house, saying, "Xiao Cao is back. Let's slaughter the antelopes that we sold at the market the day before yesterday!"
After talking with her mother for a long time, Guo Xiaocao finally stepped into the house. In the west room, she saw a young man lying unconscious on the bed.
Guo Xiaocao looked on in surprise and doubt, then stepped forward to take a closer look, and for a moment, she was completely mesmerized.
Since joining the Sword Profound Sect, she has met many senior brothers from the sect, some with a cold temperament, and others with a refined and scholarly demeanor.
The man before her possessed an indescribable charm that made her reluctant to look away.
"This sword has such a powerful aura!"
"Could it be a spirit sword?"
Guo Xiaocao glanced at the edge of the bed and saw a sword lying there, which immediately caught her eye. "I'll just take a look. I will never take it for myself."
She muttered to herself as she gripped the Nine Heavens Divine Sword in her hand!
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