Qingshui Circle.

  This world existed over hundred million years, whose origin was already untraceable, but only could be found in pieces from ancient books of fairy tales, reserved by those practicing sects.

  The only safe assumption was that saints had existed in this world!

  The saints had passed on the practice methods over hundred million years in Qingshui Circle, which was composed of three continents, over hundreds of big regions and many overseas islands. The practice methods prevailed all over the world so that countless sects of various sizes gained ground.

  Jiuzhou Region was just an unremarkable small region amid those hundreds of big regions.

  However, the fame of Jiuzhou Region spread far and wide in the recent millenniums. Even the most powerful sects from Shangxian Region had heard of Jiuzhu.

  Anyone, who knew a little about the practicing world, must’ve ever heard about it.

  The only reason was that “Bloody Accident of Reincarnation”, during which countless genius from major sects died, happened in Jiuzhou Region.

  “In those days, as the first holy girl of Yuxu Sect opened the Reincarnation Mirror, innumerable elites tried to get their serendipity in the Mirror. What a marvelous event! Thinking of this really got my adrenalin pumping. However, after hundreds of years when the artifact run only to the second stage, lots of elites lost their lives and souls!”

  “In the chaos, those major sects gathered to find a solution. Within less than a year, 99% of those genius in the Mirror died! That day, the sky above Jiuzhou Region was as red as blood!”

  “What a pity that the Reincarnation Mirror was destructed by itself at the end and split into innumerable pieces, spreading everywhere. Nobody could get the truth happened then.”

  Beside a run-down village and in the shadow of a giant banyan, there was a white-bearded old man in gown with patches, fanning himself and recalling the horrifying scenes in those old days. The winkles on his face bunched together.

  Several four or five-years-old children gathered in front of him, cocking their heads and blinking confusedly.

  Despite the confusion, they were squatting by him with full of interest and unwilling to leave.

  There was no practitioner in this village, with only a few young men exercised martial arts. There was no teacher, either. The old farmer, who used to tell fairy stories, was the funniest one.

  At beginning, the villagers were interested in what the old farmer told. They just listened right as a mythical story. It was inevitably annoying to hear the same stories all the time, so that several years later, as soon as the old man sat down to begin his stories, those villagers made excuses to leave, and only the children had not gotten tired of it.

  The old farmer repeated the stories, no matter whether others listened or not, for that he had to tell them to himself, otherwise, there was no other way to release the inner pain, which could drive him mad.

  The old farmer kept this in mind and never mentioned it to anyone.

  “Huang! Haven’t done with your stories? The sweet potatoes in your field are stolen by Ergouzi at the river!”

  The woman, who came out to feed her chickens, shouted to the old man, once she saw the situation under the tree. The old farmer got worried instantly. So, he got up and ran wildly to his sweet potato field despite losing one shoe in the rush. The children roared with laughter.

  Since the old farmer had left, the children got bored. They capered to the woman. One little fatty boy hugged her, and said in a naughty tone, “Mom.”

  The woman burst with a smile in sight of her son. Seeing most of the children were girls, she was quite proud of her son. She warned his son,

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  “My dear Niu, don’t listen to Grandpa Huang. What he says is all fake.”

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  The little fatty boy nodded his head delicately, but couldn’t help asking curiously, “Mom, are there real gods and immortals in the world? And what is practice Grandpa Huang was talking about all the time?”

  The woman rolled her eyes, “If there were so many gods and immortals, why is Grandpa Huang still farming in our village? Forget those nonsense, and hurry back to improve your strength. You are supposed to become an excellent hunter one day!”

  “Oh.”

  The little fat boy agreed and buried his curiosity. The woman looked at the girls who had not left, and fetched a bag of dried sweet potatoes from her house to share with them. Maybe one of them would be her son’s wife later. She thought that she would do no wrong to leave them a good impression.

  However, when she got to the last girl, the smile on her face immediately faded. Her hand dug into the bag and pulled out only one piece of dried sweet potato. She might feel she went too far, so, she added another piece to the girl’s hand.

  “You should not play around, but go to take care of your father.”

  With her head bowed, the girl silently put the dried sweet potatoes away and left without saying anything. She was going home.

  Seeing her walking away, the woman retracted her gaze. Her face immediately became stern, and she took her dear son by the ears and reprimanded him,

  “How many times have I told you to stop hanging out with this jinx? How dare you disobey?”

  The little fatty was unconvinced this time and shouted, “Mom, just because she is a bit ugly? She’s so nice, and often goes to the mountains to bring us snacks. Why do you forbid me from playing with her?”

  The woman immediately got angry, grabbed the little fat boy and started spanking, “Still disobedient, ha? When did I ever hurt you? And that girl, Erya, can she be uglier? If you go on playing with her, those brothers and sisters from other families won’t play with you!”

  The fatty boy cried out as he was beaten and feared the serious consequences his mother told him,

  “Mom! Stop, Dad…… Come to help me! I will never play with Erya!!” ……

  At the same moment, Huang was panting and stopped at the ridge of the sweet potato field, with a dark face as black as the bottom of a pot. No sweet potatoes were missing. The woman of Zhang Family had really a gift of the gab. He almost believed it. The rush took almost his half-life.

  “Fine, I will speak with the old boy of Zhang Family later.”

  Taking a couple of breaths, Huang turned around and was about to go back, but he noticed a skinny girl still standing on the field ridge.

  The little girl was fair-skinned, and it seemed that the fierce sunlight hadn’t left half a trace on her face. But the color was more of a malnourished pallor. Her little body gave the illusion that she could be pinched off with mere one hand.

  She was so thin that she didn’t look like she was already seven or eight years old. And she still hung out with children who were four or five years old, but even so, the scars on her face, crisscrossed like cobwebs, still made it impossible for her to find a playmate.

  After a short silence —

  Huang giggled lightly, because the iconic scar on her face quickly reminded him who the little girl in front of him was, “Aren’t you…… Erya from the east of river side?”

  Erya nodded, and opened her mouth uncommonly, “Grandpa, can you tell me the story about the first holy girl of Yuxu Sect?”

  At this time, Huang was surprised to find that Erya’s voice did not sound as rough as her mother who remarried, but like the sound from an empty valley, pleasing and beautiful to the ear.

  At least, Huang had never heard such a good voice in his life in the region where mortals lived, except in that place back then.

  But he sadly shook his head and didn’t say a word after seeing the scars on Erya’s face. He sat down on the field ridge, pointed his side, and said kindly, “Come and sit down. I will tell you the stories. You’re the first one who hasn’t been tired of my stories for three years. In this respect, you’re much better than Aunt Li in the village!”

  Huang himself was amazed that the girl still wanted to hear, although she heard the story from the age of four to seven.

  Erya seemed to understand that Huang made a compliment to her and therefore a smile appeared on her face. But the smile was more terrifying due to the scars on her face.Updates by vi p novel

  After all, Huang had experienced a lot of things, and he kept calm. After a short silence, he said in a low voice with a smile,

  “For the sake of a loyal audience over three years, I will tell you something different this time. Only under one condition…… As for what I am going to tell you today, just keep it for yourself. Promise?”

  Erya nodded. She had no friends at all. As to her father, it was more impossible to tell him.

  Huang realized that and took heart of grace, “Actually, I was…… just a dogsbody at Yuxu Sect, and…… worked at the mount where the first holy girl lived!”

  Erya got curious, but she didn’t know why. As a kid, she didn’t have to answer these questions. She wanted to hear, so, she followed her mind.

  Obviously, Huang would tell her more today.

  Huang seemed to get lost in his own thoughts, with enthusiasm and longing in his eyes,

  “We mortals cannot image the world of immortals. They were capable of everything, including flying in the sky and walking underground. They won’t name themselves as immortals, but people who practice martial arts, ‘practitioners’ in short. I only knew about this after I joined the sect. The first holy girl of Yuxu Sect was a real fairy. As I was……”

  Huang enjoyed his narration, and Erya was concentrated on listening. As time flew, soon it got dark.

  Helpless was Huang, so, he had to stop to send Erya home. She lived alone on the east side of the river with her father. He was worried to let her go home alone.

  He had been living alone for so long that he felt lonely. Besides, Erya never got sick of his stories, so, he even started thinking to adopt her.

  But he had to give up this thought, when he thought of Erya’s troublesome father.

  On the east side of the river, most farmland were abandoned, except one part, the one right in front of Erya’s house.

  Ten years ago, it was much more populated on the east side than the west side. Due to lots of accidents, only Erya’s family remained on the same side.

  The door creaked open.

  Right in front of the yard wall covered by straw, Erya opened the door gingerly and looked around the yard carefully. She was scared.

  But Erya was relieved to find nobody in the yard. She slid in and shut the front door. Then she began to prepare the super in the corner.

  Before the fire was lit up, she heard an annoying voice behind her.

  “Missy, find your way home?!”