Chapter 2 (1/2)

Chapter 2 – A falling mist of blood

At night, the wind howled, lightning flashed and thunder shook the skies. Tiny raindrops began to fall from the sky, when Xiao Chen walked along a path in the mountains by himself.

He felt very comfortable. The cold raindrops had completely washed away his anger, as they kept falling on his body.

The Immortal Taoist Sect was an obscure sect located at the west side of Sky Moon Continent, and it was also the only sect that was not far from Romantic City. Xiao Chen had joined the Immortal Taoist Sect for three years. The benevolent Chief of the Immortal Taoist Sect couldn’t bear to see a young man suffering from that kind of pain and torment, so he took him in, provided him with a chance to cultivate regardless of the outcome.

The thick smell of blood pervaded from the Immortal Taoist Sect, with a large mist of blood suffusing and lingering above in the sky. It seemed extremely uncanny.

“What’s going on? Why did the sky turn red? What’s this smell? It’s…It’s blood!”

Coming to the entrance of Immortal Taoist Sect, Xiao Chen saw the weird blood mist in the sky as lightning flashed. In the meantime, he sensed the smell of blood, and noticed the blood mixed in the rain. Xiao Chen froze for a moment, then hurriedly rushed towards the Immortal Taoist Sect.

Rumble!

Thunder and lightning pierced the void and lit up the Immortal Taoist Sect in the darkness. With a careful look, many b.l.o.o.d.y corpses were strewn across the ground. It was so miserable that one could hardly bear to see it. Every single disciple in the Immortal Taoist Sect had been killed, and their blood flowed like rivers and tinted the ground red.

At this scene, Xiao Chen suddenly got scared to death, and his face immediately turned pale. Without knowing what happened, all disciples in the Immortal Taoist Sect had died in the twinkling of an eye.

In the square, a middle-aged man was holding a disciple from the Immortal Taoist Sect, and he asked in an icy voice, “Where is the Wind Spirit Jade?”

The middle-aged man was in his twenties, and he wore a white gown. With black shoulder-length hair, pale complexion and sharp eyes, he seemed pretty scary.

The disciple did not answer, but looked at the middle-aged man scornfully.

“For the last time I ask you, where is the Wind Spirit Jade?” asked  the middle-aged man flatly. His voice was low and filled with murderous intent.

The disciple of the Immortal Taoist Sect sneered, “Humph! Who knows?”

The middle-aged man frowned and his right hand stabbed through the disciple’s chest. Blood sprayed out as the disciple died on the spot.

“Brother Tianming!” Shao Chen shouted out instantly. His weak body trembled and his eyes were filled with anger, fear, despair and grief.

“I respect you for not being afraid of death.” The middle-aged man said indifferently without blinking his eyes. He casually flung and tossed the corpse aside.

Seeing Brother Tianming’s body was thrown away, Xiao Chen could not bear his anger and rushed forward, as he roared, “Who are you? Why are you doing this? Why?”

The middle-aged man glanced at Xiao Chen and with a simple wave, he blew Xiao Chen away, “Oh, so it’s a waste without any Zhen Qi!”

Xiao Chen could not speak anymore and his chest felt as if it was. .h.i.t by an extremely heavy stone. He could not get back on his feet and he had a  mouthful of blood.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoos.h.!.+”

Abruptly, along with some noise, a few figures appeared on the square of the Immortal Taoist Sect.