Born to Disappear

Chapter 5

“The first rank in this year's selection is occupied by Liu Xing Sheng!” whispers were heard again, all eyes looking at the young man who was out of line.

The faded blue clothes wrapped his young body. The man had sword eyebrows and a fair face that was inversely proportional to the shabby clothes he was wearing. His age should have ranged around the fifteen-year mark, the highest age limit that could have followed this selection.

The young man came out of the middle row and walked towards the front row with his back straight. His face showed neither cowardice nor arrogance. Not inferior or arrogant. This attitude was enough to satisfy the elders who stood high up on the platform, an attitude that reflected the dignified cultivators was again right.

“This disciple Liu Xing Sheng, hope to be allowed to enter the peak of a thousand swords and make the peak master a teacher!” his speech was loud with proper respectful posture.

The whispering voice disappeared, the faces of the elders froze, and silence crept. The participants who have escaped think if the request can be understood. The sect leader was a high existence, moreover a big sect like the soaring cloud sect. If these young people were to be given the chance, most would choose a peak master as a teacher. Not because the peak master who was also the sect leader was an elegant woman, but rather to the peak itself. Ever since the soaring Cloud sect stood up, the hero born from that peak was no longer countable.

The peak of a thousand swords from the soaring Cloud sect was the dream of every battle-loving hot-blooded young man.

Liu Xing Sheng could hear the whispers from the back row. He didn't know if he could be categorized as a hot-blooded young man who loved fighting or not, but one thing was certain. The reason for fighting to be the leading participant was none other than because of the sect master himself.

He was born into a simple family, with a simple life. Until the age of five he was still able to enjoy the warmth of the house, at the age of six years war broke out. Everyone in the village was displaced, the harmonious families lost their warm homes. As if heaven felt that bitterness was not enough, the mountain bandit troupe attacked the refugee caravan. Robbing meager possessions, looting the women in the group.

Liu Xing Sheng and a few other children were hidden in the bushes by their mother. They shivered in fear but did not have the courage to make a sound. Cuddling each other with their skinny arms, forming a crowd behind a bush.

From the crevice of the leaves, under the soft moonlight he saw how blood splattered; at the sound of it the night they heard the echoing cries breaking the silence, the deafening roar full of swearing. Liu Xing Sheng saw their male relatives lose their lives under the bandit machete, seeing their female relatives commit suicide to preserve dignity.

The life that a few moments ago joked is now a corpse that is no longer intact.

A group of criminals seemed satisfied with the loot that night. Completely disregarding the lives of the humans hovering under their weapons. They laughed satisfied and several times swore because they did not get a single woman.

Liu Xing Sheng's teeth twitched.

“Check around! Don't let anyone escape!” the man who seemed to be the leader of the bandits gave the order. That short sentence was enough to make the four children who were hiding behind the trembling bush.

They immediately covered their mouths with both hands as a bandit approached. Tears flowed profusely from the flushed eyes, washing thin cheeks full of dust.

Liu Xing Sheng saw big, rough hands reaching out to the shrub where they were hiding, the blood-thinning scent making him nauseous. It was the blood of his relatives, their relatives.

Looking at that stained hand, in his eyes there was only red. Like a red gauze curtain stretching out. A lustful desire for revenge filled the chest, thoughtlessly Liu Xing Sheng bit his outstretched hand into the bush.

The rough screech shocked the other bandits. Two shabbily dressed children ran out only to meet the same end. Two intact corpses fell to the ground, a red color seeping from the open wound.

Rough hands flicked, Liu Xing Sheng hit the ground hard. The sound of a fracture was heard in his ear and his shoulder was painful. A taste of rust filled the oral cavity, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The big man with the brown wolf coat approached with wide unhurried strides, like a cat toying with his hunting rat. The man's face was full of satisfaction with a savage smile and a red-stained machete in a tightly clasped hand. Liu Xing Sheng felt his heart stop beating in every wide stride of bandits, his end approaching.

His small hand scratched the ground, clutching tightly. Liu Xing Sheng refused to close his eyes! He had to remember these people, given his hatred. After death, he will become an evil ghost and avenge those rotten humans.

Liu Xing Sheng had anticipated that the huge machete would swing, tearing its skin painfully and red would spill. He widened both eyes with his mouth wide open. A white-clothed figure stood before him, a metallic clink sounding loudly. Shaking his heart that was desperate.

The broad sleeves of the robe waved as the figure repelled the bandit who had a body twice as large as him.

Liu Xing Sheng was fixated in place, unable to move his body in a single inch, as if he was one of the trees in the forest. Only his gaze moved, following the swift movements of that white-clothed figure.

It was a woman, with a sword in hand dropping the horde of bandits who had killed her relatives and friends. The woman's movements were so light, as if dancing among the wind.

That figure was like an immortal in the fairy tales he had heard.

After which, with a single sweep of the sword, an elongated deep hole was created. The figure helped them bury the slain refugees.

Then drive him and the only surviving friend to town. Entering a welfare home for refugee children.

Even after so many years, Liu Xing Sheng could still remember that immortal figure. His posture when holding a sword, elegant attacks were like a dance.

And after wondering, he found out if that figure was the first peak prime disciple of the soaring Cloud sect. Determinedly, he and the only child to survive the event went from the northern mainland to this prosperous central mainland. Although they had to be beggars and manual laborers along the way, they did not give up either.

And now, the savior figure he admired had occupied the position of a great sect master. His heart is filled with satisfaction.

Liu Xing Sheng waited in an unchanging respectful position. Although the new disciples thought his request was a natural one, but the silence of the peak masters gave rise to seeds of doubt in the heart.

The peak masters looked at the silent sect master. Without this woman speaking, they had known the answer for sure. As in years past, no talent has been able to enter the eyes of the sect master.

Hualing who was standing behind Cao Ping noticed the young man who was still saluting. He was unable to see the man's face, but he was able to see a brilliant golden aura from it. The immortal energy he could vaguely feel.

Hualing closed his eyes as flashes of events flooded the brain, it was a young man. Climbing up one after another of the immortal stairs, opening up the ninth heaven. To the throne that had been empty for ten thousand years.

His face was fair with a thick immortal aura.

Hualing could hear a surprised breath from all around, but none of the peak masters reprimanded his actions.

“Thank you face!” his orders were to Liu Xing Sheng who was still lowered. His light voice echoed throughout the hall. On his face there was no happiness or hatred, as everything he saw was not attractive enough in his eyes.

Hearing the voice of a woman, Liu Xing Sheng thought it was the sect master speaking. He quickly raised his face, and a woman dressed in green with a combination of white stared at him from the edge of the platform. The woman had an unusual eye color, gold in color that seemed to shine.

A moment after he saw those eyes, he felt like all of his deepest secrets were open, his mind was on skin. And only after those golden eyes no longer looked at him did Liu Xing Sheng feel his back wet with sweat.

Ignoring Liu Xing Sheng who seemed to have been feared by Xue Hualing, the peak masters followed the footsteps of the second peak master's youngest disciple towards the sect master. Whispering a few things, which was for some reason even though this peak master had high cultivation but they could not hear a single syllable.

The top masters looked at each other. There is a tacit understanding agreed upon by all four.

The one Xue Hualing whispered to the sect master was a heaven secret!

“Are you sure?” Zhang Junqing asked with a frown. It was not that he did not believe Hualing, but rather that the sentence that Hualing had whispered was too overwhelming to be able to.

He looked at the face of the second peak master's youngest disciple who was still unchanged even after fifty years. Seeing her with a solemn face with both irises of golden-colored eyes, her heart trembled uncomfortably. Despite several looks, Zhang Junqing was still unfamiliar with Hualing's golden eyes.

The first time he saw these golden eyes was fifty years ago. Back then the second peak master, and also his martial arts master brought back a disciple from outside.

That disciple was called Xue Hualing.

He was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old with a rare lightning spiritual root.

Just then with eyes that turned golden, Hualing warned his teacher about the heart demon that did not also disappear. Hualing said if his teacher's heart demon was the karma of his previous life, it would continue to follow until this life was exhausted in the soul dividing period.

And that speech really came true eight years ago.

His teacher and peak master Cao Ping were from the same generation, also coming from the same teacher. If only Cao Ping's martial uncle failed to break through the realm of breaking void, his age would have run out in the past years, just like his teacher.

“I understand,” he said with approval then saw the young man standing in front of the line, “your request is agreed!"

Liu Xing Sheng did not know how to describe his feelings, but it was definitely an extreme excitement.

The peak masters looked at each other, then looked at the youngster whose future was under the secrets of heaven with a look of understanding.

Meanwhile the disciples standing behind the peak master were feeling a little confused, 'why is the sect master who always refused to accept disciples now making an exception? Could it be because of the words of martial aunt Xue?’

When the disciples were guessing Xue Hualing's words, the concerned was looking in one direction without blinking. His lips were wide open with a face full of joy. In one fell swoop, he jumped off the platform then walked among the selection participants.

“God,” he whispers in every step he takes.

Cao Ping who was standing on the platform frowned, he perfectly understood the whisper of 'god' Hualing. His eyes followed the disciple who had once saved him stopping his steps, standing in front of a selection participant.

“What's your name?” Hualing asked enthusiastically.

“Yuan Qing.” She answered obediently, though did not understand why this woman asked her name.

“Ah! Yuan Qing, nice name!” he said with his head nodding a few times, 'He also has the same name as god!’ thought.

Hualing was very sure, this young man was his god. Or perhaps an incarnation of his god, given the war that is said to have taken place.

“Teacher, I want him to be my junior brother!” the sentence was spoken softly, but the masters standing in the distance could hear it clearly.

His god was before him, he would not let go.

“Teacher, please let him enter the green bamboo peak.” When he didn't hear the teacher's response. His two eyes that had turned brown looked straight at the young man before him.

“You heard it back then, you were the last disciple this master took. If you want him to enter the green bamboo peak, this master will allocate a place as an inner disciple on the green bamboo peak.”

“So well, thank you teacher!” his reply then saluted Cao Ping. He stood beside the young man, ignoring the annoyed look of someone standing on the platform. Ignoring the young man beside her who had seen through it several times, and ignoring Chen Qinyang's puzzled gaze as this event was different from the plot he had read.

“Why is it different from what is written in the book?” Chen Qinyang spoke softly. This Yuan Qing should have entered the fifth peak and continued to be persecuted so that the female protagonist could give her a kindness that she would continue to remember.

So now, if Yuan Qing entered the second peak, where did this hatred of Zhou Liangyi's cannon fodder come from? Where did this cannon fodder jealousy come from?

'Why these characters don't go on track!’