That Cringey Jianghu Horseplay!

The old man moved swiftly, transforming into a blur as he attacked the boy. His Swordsmanship was incredibly fierce, each strike seemingly capable of cleaving through space. However, the boy seemed to have anticipated this, his movements as elusive as a ghost, easily dodging the old man's attacks.

"Excellent Movement Method!" the old man exclaimed, his attack becoming even more ferocious. His figure moved like a dragon, his Swordsmanship like a rainbow, and in an instant, the entire mountaintop was enveloped by their Sword Qi.

However, no matter how the old man attacked, the boy was able to handle it with ease.

His eyes remained calm and still, as if everything was under his control.

Finally, after a fierce exchange, the old man paused, sheathed his sword, and stood still.

He looked at the young man, his eyes full of admiration. "Young man, you are indeed exceptionally talented. Given time, you will surely become a legend in the Azure Realm."

The young man smiled slightly, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior, you flatter me. I still have many shortcomings and need your guidance."

The old man nodded and said, "Your talent is already outstanding, but if you want to establish yourself in the Azure Realm, you still need to go through hardships. Here's what I'll do: I happen to have a task for you."

After the old man finished speaking, he took out a scroll from his pocket and tossed it to the boy.

"I knew it wouldn't be good news if you came, senior. Why don't you go yourself?" The boy sighed, expressing his helplessness.

"What do you mean it's not a good thing? I'm giving you some experience. You're so young, what's wrong with helping this old man with some work?" The old man laughed and patted the boy on the head.

Seeing this, Ye Jing knew that the relationship between the two was definitely not as simple as that of a senior and a junior; they had a very good relationship!

You can tell from their eyes.

They both valued each other highly.

"Alright, Grandpa, can you please stop playing these childish martial arts games? Sparring is sparring!" The boy sighed. "You should know you're the leader of a sect, how can you be so immature?"

"You know nothing! A man dies as a boy!" The old man slapped the boy's buttocks again. "Go now, set off tonight, and come back soon!"

"Alright!" The young man shook his head, put the scroll in his pocket, and flew out of the sect.

Ye Jing watched the scene quietly.

Sudden.

The scenery before my eyes was blurry, and the objects seemed to be constantly rotating.

The once peaceful sect is now in ruins.

Rubble was scattered everywhere, and amidst the broken walls and ruins, the flickering flames in the night sky illuminated terrified faces.

The air was thick with the stench of gunpowder and blood, making it suffocating.

The sect's disciples fled in all directions, their faces filled with fear and despair.

Some were covered in blood, clearly wounded in battle; others held the bodies of their loved ones, weeping uncontrollably. The entire sect was plunged into chaos and panic.

Ye Jing frowned as he looked at the scene before him. Had the sect been attacked by a hostile force?

Suddenly, a series of shrill shouts of killing came from afar, followed by a group of men in black surging into the sect like a tidal wave. Wielding sharp weapons and wearing cold smiles, they slaughtered the sect's disciples with ruthless abandon.

In an instant, wails and screams rose and fell, echoing throughout the valley.

The sect's Elder and experts stepped forward, brandishing their weapons and engaging in a fierce battle with the men in black. However, the men in black were numerous and quite powerful, and the sect's experts gradually found themselves overwhelmed.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the firelight, each swing of their swords seemingly fraught with difficulty.

The old man was surrounded and attacked by several people. He fought against several strong men and finally died in the beating. His old eyes were wide open!

The battle lasted a long time, and the disciples of the sect suffered heavy casualties.

Ye Jing wanted to intervene, but he was just an observer and couldn't get involved.

Ye Jing also understood that this was a scene unfolding in the long river of history!

Finally, with a loud crash, the sect's main hall collapsed under the men in black's fierce attack, raising a cloud of dust.

At that moment, this sect, which Ye Jing didn't even know about, vanished!

Sudden!

The scenery before us began to change again.

Under the hazy moonlight, the young man trudged through a ruined forest with heavy steps. His eyes were resolute, but his heart was filled with unease. His hands gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, the blade reflecting the moonlight and gleaming with a cold light.

Finally, he arrived at the familiar courtyard. However, what he saw before him was unbelievable—the once solemn and ancient gang gate lay in a pool of blood, and broken weapons and clothing were scattered throughout the bluestone courtyard, all stained with a glaring crimson.

The boy's heart sank. He rushed into the courtyard, searching for any familiar figure. But all he found was deathly silence. He went to the council hall, where his grandfather Elder Lin, often convened his disciples for meetings. But now, the roof of the hall had collapsed, tattered flags hung on the pillars, and broken tables and chairs and scattered scrolls lay on the ground.

Just then, the boy saw his grandfather's familiar figure. He lay quietly amidst the ruins, his white hair disheveled, his clothes torn, and his body covered in fatal wounds. The boy's heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. He knelt beside his grandfather, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch his cold face.

"Grandpa..." The boy's voice trembled and became hoarse. He couldn't accept this cruel reality. Tears welled up in his eyes and dripped onto the back of his grandfather's hand, but he could no longer wake up this once dignified and kind elder.

The boy clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh; he felt his heart bleeding.

He looked up at the shattered sky, his eyes filled with anger and despair. He knew he had lost his loved ones and his home.

However, just then, a cold wind blew by, and the boy seemed to hear his grandfather's weak but firm voice. "Yi Er, you must be strong..."

He raised his head, his gaze fixed firmly on the distance. He knew he couldn't just give up like this.

He wanted to avenge his grandfather and wipe away the shame from his sect!

Ye Jing stood behind the boy's thin figure, his heart heavy. He knew that the boy was absolutely consumed by rage at that moment!

This is totally a novel protagonist's script!

Gifted with extraordinary talent, yet his sect was destroyed!

That's correct.

Only with such hatred in one's heart can a person continuously strive for progress.

On this point, perhaps a certain pair of brothers have a lot to say!

Just as Ye Jing was lost in thought.

The scene has changed again.

Mo Yi knelt alone amidst the ruins, his hands trembling, as he buried his grandfather, Elder Lin's, remains on a patch of remaining clean soil.

His eyes reddened, and each tear seemed like blood flowing from his heart, dripping onto the hard ground, silently telling of his sorrow and helplessness.