Starting Cultivation During a Trip

The moon hung overhead, and the Wang Family Mansion was like a bowl pressed into the silent deep mountains. The thick scent of blood permeated the night, confusing the faint fragrance of incense.

Silence, unprecedented silence.

At this moment, everyone widened their eyes, holding their breath, as if even their thoughts were halted by the incredible scene before them. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

Yan Fei, a disciple of the White Crane Temple, had died just like that.

Died quietly.

Died strangely and horrifically.

”You… you…”

Han Wenlong’s voice trembled as he stared intently at Rosen, his rolling eyes overflowing with deep fear. Meanwhile, shock, anger, and confusion intermingled in his heart, rendering him unable to think.

He never imagined in his wildest dreams that this oddity, who owed so much to their White Crane Temple, would kill his Senior Sister Yan Fei over a disagreement.

The pervasive blood mist slowly dispersed, and the dried skin fell gently from Rosen’s hand. One could vaguely see Yan Fei’s black hair clumped together, along with her twisted features. Her face, almost unrecognizable as human, seemed unable to comprehend reality even in death.

Wang Qingyi sat in his wheelchair, his hands tightly gripping the armrests. His eyes were a narrow line, fixed on Rosen.

This oddity, with the blood of the Wang Family running in his veins, had been a bane from the day he returned to the Wang Family. He was like a blade without a sheath, sharp yet unrestrained.

”Rosen…”

Zhang Fan was filled with mixed emotions; he never expected to encounter Rosen here.

Back then, at the Sanqi Orphanage, Rosen was the one he sparred with the most in Daoist Skills.

”Zhou Yi was right, farewells always lead to reunions… we meet again.”

Rosen looked at Zhang Fan, speaking softly, seemingly uninterested in the reactions of others.

”Zhou Yi, have you met him?” Zhang Fan’s eyes filled with reminiscence.

At the Sanqi Orphanage, Zhou Yi, Rosen, Ge Shuangxiu, Chen Ji, Ji Suan… among these dorm mates, Zhou Yi was the most distinctive.

It should be known that the orphanage took in children with Primordial Spirit Awakening, yet Zhou Yi was an exception, without an awakened Primordial Spirit, a true ordinary person.

Yet such an ordinary person stood out among the children practicing cultivation.

”After I left, I never saw him again.” Rosen shook his head.

Ge Shuangxiu mentioned that after Zhang Fan left, Rosen was the first to leave Sanqi Orphanage.

”Let’s go somewhere else,” Rosen whispered.

”Okay!”

Zhang Fan nodded, his gaze gliding unintentionally over the skin that was Yan Fei, stepping into the moonlight to follow Rosen.

The crowd watched as their silhouettes faded into the distance, their taut nerves gradually relaxing, the eerie atmosphere dissolving like winter ice.

”They know each other!?” Wang Qinglian furrowed her delicate brows in suspicion.

Anyone with eyes could see that Zhang Fan and Rosen knew each other, and not only knew each other but shared a profound connection.

Rosen acted because of Zhang Fan.

Yan Fei, broke his taboo.

”He dared to kill Senior Sister Yan… he killed someone from the White Crane Temple?”

Suddenly, Han Wenlong finally broke free from his terrified state, his eyes almost tearing apart, as he walked to where only Yan Fei’s skin remained, his trembling voice filled with rage.

”Your Wang Family should give an explanation.” Han Wenlong gritted his teeth, looking at Wang Qingyi.

”He was sent back by your White Crane Temple; in a sense, he belongs to your temple.” Wang Qingyi shook his head.

Rosen, this oddity had no sense of belonging to the Wang Family; it was only because of the White Crane Temple and Jiang Wansui that he stayed.

To put it bluntly, the Wang Family was merely a temporary custodian.

Now that something happened, the blame couldn’t be pinned on the Wang Family.

Blame the White Crane Temple for letting this oddity grow into such a threat.

”I warned you long ago, he is a beast out of its cage; you cannot control him.” Wang Qingyi looked at the remnant of Yan Fei’s skin, speaking coldly.

At this moment, reflecting on how Yan Fei actually thought to manipulate this monster seemed so naive and laughable!?

”You should have assessed the risks of having such a monster in the Wang Family.” Wang Qinglian said in a deep voice.

In the Wang Family, Rosen’s existence was a taboo. Though he bore the Wang bloodline, he did not bear the Wang surname. Not even the family elders wished to interact with this oddity, let alone peers of the same generation.

”Should my Senior Sister die for nothing?” Han Longwen cradled Yan Fei’s skin, his twisted face seeming to look at him.

”What does it matter?” Wang Qinglian cast a sidelong glance, her haunting gaze towards the direction Rosen disappeared.

”He even killed his own biological father!?”

”What!?”

Han Wenlong’s hands cradling the skin trembled violently as he looked up in shock at the direction Rosen had gone.

”He’s just a monster!”

Wang Qinglian murmured softly.

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Walking through the deep corridor, a secluded courtyard appeared ahead.

This was Rosen’s residence, in a secluded corner, rarely disturbed, a testament to his extraordinary status in the Wang Family.

”Zhang Fan, when did you come to Chang’an?” Rosen suddenly asked.

”Several days ago.” Zhang Fan replied casually.

”Ge Shuangxiu came too; I should have brought him along.”

Earlier, Ge Shuangxiu went out to inquire about the whereabouts of Qin Ergou, and now that Qin Ergou had been found, Ge Shuangxiu seemed to have vanished.

Zhang Fan even suspected he might have gone to the foot massage parlor called Heart Full Foot Bath that they often visited back then.