Luo Chuan lowered his eyes, looking at the surging hatred and utter desolation in Luo Nian'an's eyes, and a touch of sadness passed between his old eyebrows.
He has lived for thousands of years, seen countless killings on the Immortal Road, witnessed the ups and downs of countless sects, and the separation of masters and disciples.
The world of cultivation has always been a cruel purgatory where the weak prey on the strong. All the prosperity is reduced to bones, and the glory fades away, leaving only desolation.
The destruction of the Pill Sun Sect and the death of Dan Quezi are just an insignificant dust settlement in the vast fairyland.
But for Luo Nian'an, who grew up in blood and benefited from his teacher, it was a devastating disaster.
Luo Chuan was silent for a moment, his fingertips gently brushed the cool wood surface of the bed, and his gentle voice with a hint of inquiry broke the silence in the room:
"Then what are your plans for the future?"
The grief, anger, unwillingness and forbearance that had accumulated for many days completely broke through at this moment.
Luo Nian'an clenched his palms tightly, his knuckles turning blue and white from excessive exertion.
The unhealed wound on his wrist ached faintly, and the smell of blood spread along his meridians, but it was not as severe as the pain in his heart.
Luo Nian'an All the warmth in his eyes faded away, replaced by the cold edge of a prairie fire.
It was the determination that had gone through the fight in the immortal journey, seen the separation between life and death, and carried Blood Sea deep hatred.
"Dad, I want revenge."
Luo Nian'an raised his head, his eyes were still red, and the tears were still wet, but his voice was extremely firm, and every word was sonorous and ringing.
"Master has been as kind to me as a mountain. He has taught me Daoism, guided me into the Tao, and protected me on my path to immortality for decades."
"Pill Sun Sect has hundreds of fellow sect members, who practice diligently, live in peace with the world, and have never caused trouble. However, they were brutally slaughtered. The sect's foundation was destroyed in one fell swoop, and everyone in the sect was wiped out."
Luo Nian'an was choking with sobs rolling in his throat, but his hatred was getting hotter. His chest was rising and falling violently, and he spoke every word with a bloody stubbornness:
"Those evil people took advantage of their power to bully others, massacring innocent people, staining the blood of my sect, and burying the life of my master. This hatred is irreconcilable, and I, Luo Nian'an, will definitely avenge it in this life!"
"I will definitely level the enemy's gate and make all those involved in this matter pay with blood and pay a heavy price!"
The young man's oath was fierce and decisive, embodying the purest obsession and bloody spirit of the young man on the road to immortality.
Luo Chuan looked at him quietly, looking at the cold and ferocious look in the child's eyes that had never been seen before, looking at the face that was sickly and haggard, but full of killing determination...
He sighed softly in his heart.
He has the power to reach heaven and earth, and with just one thought, he can destroy the evil sect, Dan Quezi at his fingertips, and avenge Pill Sun Sect all over the sect.
No one in the world can stand in his way. Those monks who bully the weak and slaughter sects are nothing more than ants and dust in his eyes, and can be destroyed with a snap of a finger.
But he can't.
Decades ago, he made a vow never to interfere with Luo Nian'an's journey to immortality.
The road must be walked personally, the disaster must be overcome by oneself, and the cause and effect must be tasted by oneself.
The thorns on the immortal road, the grudges in the world, and the deep hatred of the Blood Sea are all the experiences destined by Luo Nian'an. They are the only way for him to polish his Daoist heart, solidify his foundation, and ascend to the great road.
I can protect his life, save him from serious injuries, and provide him with a stable life, but I can't cut off the thorns for him and eliminate the grudges.
If I take action to avenge myself today, Luo Nian'an's Daoist heart will be incomplete in this life, and it will be difficult to perfect it. In the future, the path to immortality will never reach its peak, and there will be shortcomings throughout my life.
All the thoughts turned into a helpless and gentle sigh.
Luo Chuan nodded slowly, with no obstruction in his eyes, only endless indulgence and worry, and said softly, "That's all... just go with it."
Raising his hand slightly, Luo Chuan gently smoothed the messy hair in front of Luo Nian'an's forehead. His old eyes were full of gentle warning. "The road to immortality is dangerous and the sea of hatred has no shore. Dad will not stop you from taking revenge. I only ask that you be cautious in everything, move steadily and protect your own life. As long as you are safe."
There are countless avenues and glories in the world, but for him, they are never as safe and smooth as a child.
Luo Nian'an Hearing this, the heavy sourness in his heart relaxed slightly, and his eyes became hot again.
He knew that his father had a gentle and kind temperament and had lived his whole life without fighting against the world. What he wanted most was for his family to be stable and safe every year. But he could
Now that he has Blood Sea deep hatred, he has no choice but to go on the road of killing, leaving his old father behind and leaving him alone in this small mountain courtyard.
Endless guilt surged again. He nodded hard, looked earnestly and solemnly, and made a promise to Luo Chuan word by word, "Dad, don't worry. The child will cherish his life, be careful every step, and will never act recklessly or show off."
"When my great revenge is avenged and all grievances and disputes are settled, I will return to my hometown immediately and stay with you day and night. I will never leave you for the rest of my life. I will accompany you well in your old age and provide for you until the end of your life!"
This is his most solemn promise to his father, and it is his only obsession on the road of killing.
Luo Chuan smiled slightly, his eyes were gentle and affectionate, and he hummed softly. He didn't say anything more, but silently hid this heavy promise in his heart.
In the next two months, time passed slowly.
The small courtyard is quiet and peaceful, far away from the disputes in the fairyland and isolated from the killings of the world.
Every morning when the sun shines, Luo Chuan gets up early, makes warm and tonic decoctions, and prepares meals that nourish the body.
Still using the gentlest method, he quietly nourished Luo Nian'an's foundation with a small amount of vitality and repaired his remaining hidden wounds, but he was always measured and did not damage his cultivation experience.
Luo Nian'an felt guilty, and after recuperating every day, he would always sit quietly in the courtyard with Luo Chuan, watching the mountains and flowing clouds, and listening to the wind in the forest.
Occasionally, I help my father sweep the floor, chop firewood, and take care of the vegetation in the courtyard, enjoying this short and stable family time.
But the hatred deep in his eyes never dissipated. Every time in the dead of night, the scene of the tragic death of his master, the destruction of the sect, and the bloodshed of his fellow disciples would appear in his mind, reminding him of the Blood Sea deep revenge that he had not avenged.
Two months were enough for his severe injuries to completely heal, his cultivation level to steadily improve, and his body and mind to recover completely.
When the last trace of the hidden injury dissipated and the spiritual energy in the Dantian was fully filled, Luo Nian'an knew that it was time to set off.
After all, he is a person who is on the path to immortality. His grievances and debts have not been settled, so he cannot indulge in this short-term stability and warmth.
On the day of departure, the sky was still dark, the night was still dark, and the mist in the mountains shrouded the entire mountain courtyard.
Luo Nian'an stood up quietly, without saying goodbye, without disturbing the sleeping mountains, and without waking up his father who was sitting in meditation in the courtyard.
He packed his simple luggage, wore plain clothes, and had a tall and straight posture. He had lost the haggard and frailty of two months, and returned to the cold and sharpness of an immortal.
Luo Nian'an stood at the door of the bedroom, quietly looking at the familiar figure in the courtyard, looking at the small courtyard that held all his childhood and all his gentle return, his eyes were full of reluctance and guilt.
He really wanted to stay and accompany his aging father, living a stable life year after year.
But Blood Sea has a deep hatred ahead of him, so he has no choice.
In the end, Luo Nian'an gritted his teeth and turned around, stepping through the morning fog, rising up and heading towards the vast sky of the distant fairyland, determined to embark on the dangerous and unknown road of revenge.