Lotus Awakening in Blood The Red Lotus Sect was once a glorious order with a thousand-year history, but now it is only a shadow of its former self. In front of the imposing gates, where proud guards once stood, now lay the corpses of sect members frozen in blood. Enemy hordes had broken into the main hall and ruthlessly looted everything.
They took everything that could be moved: ancient scrolls, rare weapons, and deadly poisons. After completely ransacking the sect, the attackers left. They left behind nothing but an immeasurable, suffocating silence and the stench of dead bodies.
In this eerie silence, a voice suddenly broke the air from deep within one of the rooms that had remained intact.
"Ahhhhhhh... where am I?" a teenage boy asked himself.
He slowly got up from the dirty floor. His clothes were in tatters, his shoes were long gone, and his bare feet touched the cold stone. But as he straightened up, his face was not that of a frightened child: his features had become rigid, and his gaze radiated such a frightening and ancient aura that the whole area shuddered.
"What happened here?" asked the young boy as he walked across the blood-soaked stone toward the sect's exit.
Seeing the many corpses, the young boy's heart sank, then he saw the huge flags hanging down from the gate, with red lotus patterns on a black background, fluttering in the wind at the entrance to the destroyed sect.
"But that's my sect's flag! Then those lying here..."
The young boy's face changes from surprise to a much more ominous expression, his brown eyes turn blood red, and the sky darkens even though it is still light.
He puts his arm beside him and opens his palm... but nothing happens. "What is this? Why doesn't the Hong Lian Jian appear?
He rubs his head in confusion, then tries again and again and again, but he can't summon the sword.
"I, who have ruled all six elements for a thousand years, am being denied by my own weapon? Damn, it seems my injury was too severe. My mental power is still at the Shen-Wu level, but my physical body is only at the Ling-Zhe level.
At this point, the boy decides that there is no point in staying in the sect, which is awash in blood, and starts to descend the mountain. Halfway down, he hears the sound of weapons and heads in the direction of the sound, watching from behind a bush as men roughly his age fight each other.
"Lightning stab" — a young man in an elegant blue robe makes an almost invisible stab at his opponent with his sword, while the frightened man drops his spear and falls to his knees, trembling. "I give up, I give up, please spare me, Kong Xuan."
The young boy, clearly much weaker than his opponent, repeats in fear. Even his appearance shows that he is not as distinguished as Kong Xuan.
(To fall to your knees with such weak technique... pathetic,) Mo Xuan says to himself from behind the bush.
He comes out from behind the bush and walks over to the fighters, his posture and gaze so majestic that no one would guess he is at Ling-Zhe level.
"Excuse me, could you tell me where the nearest town is?" Mo Xuan asks politely.
"Get lost, you vagabond, can't you see we're fighting?" Kong Xuan says to Mo Xuan.
"This isn't a fight, you're just bullying the weaker ones!" Mo Xuan's face is slightly mocking, half smiling.
"Lig..." Kong Xuan tries to say, but he can't even move, as if something has paralyzed him. "With such weak mental strength, it's no wonder you only dare to bully those weaker than you. This sword is pretty crappy, but it'll do for now."
Mo Xuan extends his arm, and the space around him freezes as Kong Xuan's head falls from his neck in the blink of an eye.
"I hate people like you. What's your name?" he asks the boy still kneeling on the ground, who, judging by what he has seen, is still unable to move.
"Are you mute?" "No... my name is Feng Long."