Even If All Under Heaven Are Your Enemy

Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

Fanyue had adapted to life on Shushan. After all, wherever his sister was, he was too.

His sister was the only one in this world who treated him well.

He remembered how cold every winter was, but as long as he was by his sister's side, he feared nothing.

As long as his sister was there...

"Ahhh!!"

Fanyue cried out, waking from his dream with his hands clamped over his head.

Pain!

It hurt so much!

It felt as if something was awakening within him.

I will kill everyone!

I will destroy the Nine Provinces; this is the path to my ascension.

The scene that unfolded before his eyes was chilling, as if the entire world had plunged into the abyss of doomsday.

The earth had completely collapsed, and massive fissures, like the gaping mouths of monstrous beasts, mercilessly devoured everything.

Raging fires swept through with the ferocity of a prairie fire, flames soaring into the sky, dyeing it a blood-red hue.

And on this land, covered in flames and ruins, mountains of corpses were visible everywhere.

Some were dismembered, others had faces contorted in horrifying expressions. Blood stained the ground, forming pools of shocking crimson.

Countless lives had perished in this catastrophe. Their dying moans and screams intertwined, like a mournful elegy echoing in the desolate silence.

Yet, amidst this hellish scene, one figure stood out starkly.

Fanyue stood in the center of the inferno, laughing maniacally. His laughter was like the screech of an owl, sharp and piercing, filled with madness and delirium.

His eyes were vacant, as if his soul had been lost, leaving only an obsession with destruction and pleasure.

"No!!"

Fanyue's eyes snapped open, and he gasped for air.

He found himself back on Shushan, back by his sister's side.

Fanyue ran crying back to his sister, burying himself in her embrace.

Lin Wanqing's face flushed slightly, but it was fleeting.

She seemed accustomed to physical contact.

"What's wrong? Another nightmare?"

"Mmm!"

Fanyue nodded tearfully.

"There, there, it's okay. Sister's here," Lin Wanqing comforted him.

"Sister, Fanyue dreamed he killed so many people. What should I do? Am I a bad person?"

"Of course not. Fanyue is the kindest person in the world. If Fanyue really killed someone, then they must have been bad people too."

"But what if Fanyue killed good people? What if he killed innocent people?

What if they come back to seek revenge on Fanyue? Everyone will bully Fanyue, everyone will hate Fanyue. Will Sister still like Fanyue?"

Lin Wanqing was silent for a moment, then playfully pinched Fanyue's nose.

"Even if... even if everyone in the world turned against Fanyue, Sister would still stand by Fanyue's side."

"Mmm, I love Sister the most."

Fanyue hugged Lin Wanqing even tighter.

"Sister will protect Fanyue with her life," Lin Wanqing added.

"As long as Fanyue is here, I won't let anyone hurt Sister. If anyone dares to touch even a single hair on Sister's head, Fanyue will kill everyone in the world to avenge Sister."

Lin Wanqing smiled. "Sister hasn't doted on you in vain. Alright, time to sleep now."

"..."

The bond between Lin Wanqing and Fanyue grew stronger day by day.

Worried that Fanyue would get bored while she was cultivating, Lin Wanqing often found small toys on Shushan to bring back to him.

For instance, this time, Lin Wanqing had bought a mechanical puppy from the Mohist school.

Shushan had a marketplace where disciples gathered, and one could find many small trinkets there.

Many disciples liked to sell things they no longer needed at the marketplace.

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This mechanical puppy, however, was made by a disciple from Little Qiong Peak.

A few years ago, out of personal interest, he started learning the Mohist Mechanical Arts.

Over the years, he'd created many small gadgets and often sold them at a stall.

The easiest items to sell were these little puppies.

So, he made a lot of them at once.

What he didn't know was that, without his awareness, someone had mixed one mechanical puppy among the others, indistinguishable from the rest he had made.

This day was bright and sunny, with a clear sky.

Fanyue was playing with the mechanical puppy alone on Silver Sword Peak.

Suddenly, the mechanical puppy started running uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Fanyue quickly went to chase it, but the puppy ran faster and faster.

Fanyue watched as the distance between them grew, and had no choice but to speed up.

"Don't run, stop!"

Suddenly, a pair of wooden wings unfolded from the puppy's back, and it actually took flight.

Fanyue's mouth fell open in surprise, having never seen a puppy fly before.

He wanted to chase it, but he himself couldn't fly. While he was fretting, he suddenly noticed a flock of cranes flying nearby.

These were the cranes Shushan kept, and they always flew around Shushan at this time.

Fanyue hesitated for a moment, then seized the opportunity and leaped onto the back of a crane.

The crane didn't struggle. Some disciples at Shushan who were still in the Qi Refining Stage often liked to do this.

If a disciple accidentally fell off, the crane would even pull them back up.

Fanyue had seen the older brother named Li Xuanxiao do this before, so he learned to do it now.

The white crane carried Fanyue soaring upwards, through the ethereal clouds.

Fanyue stood on the white crane's back, watching as peaks passed by before his eyes.

Today was Shushan's annual meditation day, a tradition passed down from years ago.

Although not many people followed it now, they generally tried not to leave their mountain gates to wander around, lest they be caught by disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall.

Therefore, Fanyue hadn't seen any Shushan disciples along the way, nor had he seen any sign of the puppy, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Just then, Fanyue's eyes lit up.

He leaped off the white crane.

Landing on a mountaintop.

"Thank you," he said loudly to the crane.

The crane responded with a clear cry.

The wooden mechanical puppy seemed to have lost all its energy here and fell to the ground.

Fanyue quickly picked it up, checking if it had been damaged by the fall.

Confirming the mechanical puppy was unharmed, Fanyue finally smiled.

He looked up, only then noticing his surroundings.

"Where is this?"

Mist surrounded him, making it impossible to tell where he was.

The back mountain of Tongtian Peak, every year when a specific season arrived, would be enveloped in thick fog.

The fog rose from the depths of the earth, shrouding the entire back mountain.

Within this dense fog, all auras seemed to be completely masked.

The gentle mountain breeze, the breathing of the trees, and the tracks of birds and beasts all disappeared without a trace.

More than once, disciples had gotten lost in the back mountain, unable to find their way out, and were forced to remain there.

Only after several months, when the fog dissipated, could they leave.

And every year during this season, Mountain Guardians would be stationed here to prevent disciples from accidentally entering.

Guarding was an extremely boring task, so the Mountain Guardians often liked to sneak out for a drink.

Fanyue scratched his head.

Just then, the sound of a flute suddenly rang out.

It seemed to be guiding the way for those who were lost.

Fanyue followed the sound of the flute.