Chapter 002 Me and My Unfair Father and Brother
In the 228th year of the Yongxing Dynasty, the last dynasty in human history collapsed.
The one who was destroyed was Wenjian of the Chen family.
Chen Wenjian was born in a humble family and lost his parents at a young age. It was a time when Taoism was in decline. Because he showed extraordinary talent in swordsmanship from a young age, he was accepted as a disciple by the Lord of the Sealed Sword Tower. He secluded himself from the world and practiced for three years. On the first day of his apprenticeship, he killed his master, leaving behind an enduring infamy in the world of cultivation.
Afterwards, he took up his sword and entered the world, experiencing all kinds of misfortunes that could not be told to outsiders. From then on, his temperament changed, and he became cold-hearted, cold-blooded, ruthless and loveless. Later, he fell directly into the path of evil and embarked on the road of subverting the world and the world of cultivation.
In the one hundred and sixty-eighth year of the Yongxing Dynasty, Chen Wenjian massacred three hundred and twenty people from the Shili Sect and slammed the gate of the mountain into the ground with one palm. He then passed through the mortal battlefield and found the only survivor from the sea of corpses and blood - Chen Qiaoyun, and adopted him.
In December of the same year, he picked up a beggar who was almost frozen to death in the capital and brought him with him.
Chen Wenjian rarely showed kindness, but he didn't really want to save anyone. He just wanted to leave two people for his amusement.
He treated the two children as puppets that he could manipulate at will, and took them everywhere he went, destroying sects and disrupting the situation in the cultivation world. At the same time, he tested some of his own ideas on them and educated them with different methods.
Chen Wenjian taught Chen Qiaoyun, whose parents were both deceased human warriors, the ways of a gentleman, urging him to be knowledgeable in literature and martial arts, to be upright and solemn, to be refined and knowledgeable, and to be willing to break but not bend. He taught him to be deceitful, yet also to have the broad mind to eradicate all evil and benefit the world.
As for his youngest son, who had suffered a lot since childhood and was physically weak, Chen Wenjian doted on him as much as he could, turning him into a powerless but fearless madman.
One is a gentleman who is praised by everyone, and the other is a dissolute and useless person who has no knowledge or skills.
Chen Wenjian is a cruel demon who abuses all living things, but he also acts as a gentle and loving father to them. The former is Chen Wenjian's true self, honed by the world, while the latter stems from his whims. Both are inherently ruthless.
This went on for sixty years until Chen Wenjian beheaded the last emperor of the Yongxing Dynasty in the palace.
By then, his two children had grown up, not only becoming the appearance he had intended, but also having their own positions that were the same as he had imagined.
Chen Qiaoyun is a benevolent gentleman with profound Taoism and a heart for the world. Although he is grateful for his father's upbringing, he does not follow him blindly, nor is he influenced by his distorted psychology. After practicing hard, he is devoted to saving the world. After his father became the source of chaos in the world, he chose to kill his own father for the sake of justice.
When the war ended and the world was at peace, Chen Qiaoyun decided to retire and return to his father's former place of practice - the Sealing Sword Tower, and rebuilt it. He practiced in seclusion there for more than a hundred years, and then came out again, becoming the number one person in the world of practice.
Unlike Chen Qiaoyun, Chen Wenjian's second son is loyal to his father. Even though his father's goal is to destroy the world, he still fully supports him. After his eldest brother killed his father, he even spent all the property and magic weapons left to him by Chen Wenjian to hire someone to assassinate Chen Qiaoyun, just to avenge his father.
However, Chen Qiaoyun's strength was inherited from Chen Wenjian. All those who tried to assassinate him were killed by his sword without exception. Even when he was besieged by hundreds of people, he managed to carve out a way for himself and established a reputation for his fierceness in the world.
The assassination attempt failed, and Chen Wenjian's second son had thought about doing it himself. However, all his cultivation was forcibly nurtured by his father with natural treasures. He had the power but could not control it, nor did he know how to use it. He could not get close to Chen Qiaoyun at all.
Unable to take revenge, he had to take a radical approach and spent his entire life trying to find a way to resurrect his father.
Unfortunately, mediocre people are not blessed by heaven. He can't even change his own fate, let alone defy heaven, and ultimately can only die of old age in resentment.
On the night when Chen Wenjian's second son was about to die, Chen Qiaoyun, who had been in seclusion in the Sealing Sword Tower, came out for a rare opportunity and secretly found his residence.
At that time, the moon was at its zenith, illuminating the remaining clouds in the wilderness and the dilapidated wooden house.
The young and handsome brother stood in front of the bed, staring at his younger brother's old and decadent face, with drooping eyebrows, feeling pity for his current poor situation.
They looked at each other and felt the ruthlessness and heaviness of time in each other.
The cinnabar mole between Chen Qiaoyun's eyebrows gleamed brightly in the candlelight. He spoke softly, "Little brother, do you regret your stubbornness in this life?"
Chen Wenjian's second son was coughing heart-wrenchingly, his hands clutching the thin quilt were thin and shriveled, with veins bulging.
He asked in return, "Do you regret having sacrificed your own family for the sake of justice?"
After a long silence, Chen Qiaoyun shook his head.
"...idiot."
Chen Yunli trembled suddenly. The word "idiot" like a loud bell woke him up from his consciousness immersed in the development of the plot.
That was not an answer, but a helpless sigh.
But Chen Qiaoyun's answer is actually already there.
Chen Yunli stood between nothingness and darkness, a glowing door before him. The soft but indifferent voice of the field system echoed overhead.
"The authors of this report have completed their exploration of the negative impact of family ties on life experiences. Now, we need the reviewer to research and discuss its positive effects. Please select the time to enter the report world."
Can you choose the time?
Chen Yunli rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. "Can you send me back to before Chen Wenjian turned evil? Specifically, to when he first entered the Sealed Sword Tower."
The system gently agreed, "Okay. The time has been confirmed. Please choose a name and image for yourself in the virtual world, or choose to have one randomly generated."
"Just use my original name and appearance. No need to generate any more." Chen Yunli waved his hand and said with a mischievous smile, "You're all so considerate to set the protagonist of the plot as a member of the Chen family. There's no need for me to waste my brain cells on such trivial details."
The system was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly before speaking again in a calm and indifferent voice: "Initial setup has been completed. Auditors may now enter the virtual world."
Chen Yunli pointed at the door in front and asked, "Go in?"
"Yes."
"All right."
Chen Yunli tugged at his sleeves, took a deep breath, suppressed the tension in his heart when he exhaled, and walked towards the light gate pretending to be calm.
After all, this is my first time going out on a mission. God bless you, I hope everything goes well.
Chen Yunli forgot the fact that the article he was reviewing was academic garbage that the gods had worked so hard to produce. While praying earnestly in his heart, he stepped towards the only light he could see.
Then, everything was silent.
…
The stars twinkled in patches above our heads, dimming the thin crescent moon behind the thin clouds.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Yunli arrived in a completely new, unfamiliar world. He stood on a stone staircase halfway up the mountain. Below him were lush green trees cloaked in the night, and above him were towering towers reaching for the sky.
The tower is shaped like a long sword inserted upside down into the ground, and the long street climbing up the hillside is the inclined hilt of the sword.
The tower's shadow loomed long and thin, casting an eerie shadow across the sea of clouds. Something moved within the shadow, perhaps ripples in the rolling mist, creating a subtle sense of disharmony with the surrounding environment.
Chen Yunli clenched his fist and found that he seemed to be holding something in his hand. He looked down and found that it was a broken broom. There was a pile of dust and fallen leaves gathered at his feet.
He blinked, and before he could react, a strong wind suddenly blew up, blowing the pile of leaves under his feet into all directions, and some of them hit him in the face.
He silently pushed aside the fallen leaves and walked up the mountain with a broom in his hand.
"System, what are you doing?" Chen Yunli thought in his head. "What kind of identity have you assigned me? A sweeping monk in the Sealed Sword Tower?"
"The Sword Sealing Pagoda isn't a temple, and there are no monks there," the system gently corrected. It then explained, "Before Chen Qiaoyun rebuilt it, the Sword Sealing Pagoda was a restricted area for cultivators. There were only three people there: Chen Wenjian, Master Chen Wenjian, and a handyman responsible for sweeping and cleaning. I'm guessing the auditor doesn't want to be Master Chen Wenjian?"
"You're so smart."
Chen Yunli pulled the corners of his mouth, and just as a forced smile appeared on his face, a cold light suddenly shone diagonally above his head.
He looked up and saw that the clouds in the sky had dispersed at some point, and a thin crescent moon was hanging right on the top of the tower. The Sword Sealing Tower was like a lamp holder, and the moon was the candle inside, suddenly making the entire world look like a cramped and narrow four-cornered cage.
Chen Yunli suddenly stopped, tightened his grip on the broom handle, and felt his scalp tingling for some unknown reason.
Sealing Sword Tower... a forbidden place in the cultivation world...
Why is the Sword Sealing Tower a forbidden place in the cultivation world?
Is it the Sword Sealing Tower or the Sword Sealing Tower?
What exactly is sealed inside?
Chen Yunli couldn't help but hate his extraordinary imagination and associative ability. Obviously, all the scenery around him was normal, and there was almost no abnormality except for the dark spots, but he could scare himself. It was so ridiculous.
"Auditor?"
The system called him softly in his mind, and after he reminded it to "keep quiet", it kept quiet. He also calmed himself down and continued walking towards the Sword Sealing Tower.
Just as Chen Yunli stepped onto the last step and the tightly closed tower door appeared before him, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind the tower and bumped into his arms unexpectedly.
So, Chen Yunli, who had been pretending to be calm and composed just a moment ago, let out a sharp roar. His voice was so loud that the echo lingered three feet around the tower.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!——”
“Don’t, don’t scream…”
A cold hand covered Chen Yunli's mouth with great force, suppressing his voice. At the same time, it also smeared some of the sticky liquid in the palm of its hand onto his face, and the strong smell of rust penetrated into his nostrils.
When Chen Yunli smelled what it was, the momentary shock turned into a long-lasting horror. The hairs on his body stood on end, and waves of chills spread down his back.
He froze in place, not daring to pull the hand off his face. Fortunately, the owner of the hand quickly withdrew it, and slowly slid the fingertips across the corner of his lips. In the moonlight, the black and red stain was obviously a bit dazzling.
Chen Yunli's Adam's apple slid: "You, you..."
The person who bumped into him took two steps back, and his hunched back slowly stretched and straightened, flattening his broad shoulders, slim waist, and height that was half a head taller than him.
Chen Yunli held the broom in front of him and watched the man slowly raise his head like a stuck puppet. His long and fine bangs slid down from the tip of his nose and parted, revealing a pale, ghostly face.
This face is excessively young and yet extremely handsome, with light ink slanting across the brow bones and slightly sunken eye sockets, like a splash-ink painting depicting mountains and water, deep, quiet and ethereal.
With this bone structure and this skin appearance, even though Chen Yunli has seen many handsome men and beautiful women in the era of information explosion, he still thinks that his appearance is too beautiful and dazzling.
But the more handsome he was, the scarier he looked in the current environment. Chen Yunli's expression was frozen, and countless plots from film and television works and literature about people dying in the mountains late at night due to encountering ghosts were running through his mind.
"Who are you……"
He opened his mouth tremblingly, but before he could finish his words, the person in front of him closed his eyes and fainted cleanly.
“Hey!”
Chen Yunli reflexively caught the fallen man, and was dragged to the ground, staggering and falling. He hugged him blankly, and stood there at a loss as to what to do.
"B-Bumping into porcelain?"
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