A rare magical miracle in the world

In the fields full of Lu Wei, everywhere were blood-stained weapons, some broken, some abandoned casually, just like their owners, born not knowing why and dead not knowing why.

"Child, what is your name?"

The old man with white hair held his hands and stood on the battlefield, his feet surrounded by pools of blood, yet his garment was immaculate, his shoes unstained with blood.

"Who are you?"

Only nine years old, yet forced onto the battlefield, he fought hard, but still lost.

His head struck, he fell into unconsciousness.

Perhaps it was luck; he was covered by the body of an enemy, and due to his small stature, he escaped a disaster.

Nevertheless, he was discovered, by the old man standing before him.

"I am a sword without a master."

He had heard such a phrase before: "Am I going to become a slave?"

"No."

The old man said, "I am looking for a student."

"Student?"

"You."

The old man, "You are different, possessing a talent that is born only in a few, how about it, do you want to become my disciple and leave this place with me?"

There was nothing to hesitate about, for him back then, the only demand and question, perhaps, was just that one.

"Can I have enough to eat, a place to stay?"

"Haha."
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The old man shook his head: "Being born between heaven and earth, three meals and a place to sleep are basic, follow me, I will tell you the meaning of existence."

Meeting the Master, it was the first time in his life he understood what 'pursuit' was.

"You are my first student."

Some days later, the old man brought back a girl, he said to Long Guixiang: "From today onward, this child is your junior sister."

"Girl, call me senior brother."

"Hello, senior brother."

And so, the old man brought back one disciple after another, Long Guixiang was the eldest, and their Big Senior Brother.

General Winter Lixue Shanxianzhai was the last person the old man brought back, and also the youngest among the thirteen disciples.

Compared to Long Guixiang, who had nearly a hundred years of cultivation, Lixue Shanxianzhai had only studied under the Master for a few decades.

"Junior Sister..."

The girl was blind, but she never needed anyone to care for her; she could even take care of the Master and Long Guixiang in return.

With her, Long Guixiang's days gradually changed, no longer dull.

"Senior brother, why are you so diligent? Is it to defeat someone, or to become stronger?"

Long Guixiang had never thought about the girl's question; he just instinctively worked hard, but what it was for, he wasn't sure.

But looking at his junior sister's smiling face, Long Guixiang suddenly understood.

"I want to protect you all."

He was the Big Senior Brother; it was his duty to protect every junior brother and sister.

Why become strong?

To be powerful enough to protect one's family, to give the sword in hand a reason to swing!

Having found his path, Long Guixiang made quick progress.

He was the Master's most outstanding disciple, as Big Senior Brother, he stood above the rest.

"It's about time."

One day, the old man gathered his disciples who were out and said, "I am going back, back to where I came from."

"The people here call that place The Lost Lands."

The old man said, "That is my hometown, and yours as well."

The Master asked if they wanted to go with him.

Among the junior brothers and sisters, some made their choice; they wanted to continue following the Master and leave this land.

Long Guixiang did not leave; he chose to stay.

"Are you planning to stay, Big Senior Brother?"

The woman wore thin clothing and leaned on a bamboo staff, her eyes covered with cloth.

"Hmm."

Long Guixiang looked toward the woman; she was his second junior sister, the second disciple taken in by the Master, named 'Li Gu A Zhu,' but everyone usually called her 'A Zhu.'

A Zhu was born blind; she couldn't see anything. Before meeting the Master, she lived by begging with her mother.

After her mother died, she was picked up by the Master and brought back.

"If Big Senior Brother doesn't go, then I will not go either."

A Zhu had the best relationship with Long Guixiang; if he stayed, she would stay too.

"I will stay too."

"Then I won't go either."

"I have a foundation in the Eastern Empire, if any of you want to enter official service, come to me."

"I want to see the southeast coast."

"Does the little junior brother plan to go to Iron Eagle?"

"..."

Of the thirteen disciples, about half chose to stay while the rest left with the Master, sailing across the ocean, heading toward the strange The Lost Lands.

"Looking back on a lifetime,"

Long Guixiang reminisced about the past: "It's been quite extraordinary…"

"Grandfather!"

The wind from the blade's edge slid past his neck, blood splattered.

"No!"

Yaksha covered her face with both hands, unwilling to look.

Rakshasa bowed his head deeply, always calm, never taking everything to heart, but when Old Luwei's life hung by a thread, Rakshasa's state of mind finally broke.

With the stance of drawing the sword, a moment's hesitance could disrupt great plans.

Whether to strike first or react, what's at stake, is the instant of life and death.

"Why?"

Old Luwei felt the pain, but that wasn't supposed to be.

How could there be pain when one's head was gone?

"Miracle Power?!"

He felt a stream of life force flowing within him, unceasing, rapidly healing his internal wounds at an astonishing pace.

Old Luwei reached for his neck, there was no wound, the scar was on the back of his neck, trailing down at an angle.

Scars on the back of a swordsman are a disgrace, yet Bailuo struck exactly there, on Old Luwei's back.

"Why?"

Old Luwei propped himself up, questioning Bailuo.

"No reason,"

Bailuo dropped the broken blade in his hand, saying, "The sword wasn't long enough."

"Enough!"