There Was a Forest Temple in the Woods

Forest Temple was not large, but it was now teeming with people coming and going.

A hundred years ago, one of the Taoist masters in the temple had obtained Origin Nine Lives. After cultivating in silence, he left behind a highly distinctive corpse.

This little temple had become famous once because of that, but aside from the occasional martial artist who came to visit Forest Temple, it was usually very peaceful here.

That was until not long ago, when two martial artists exchanged blows and cut a little beggar, exposing mysterious symbols imprinted on his body.

And the wound on his body healed in the blink of an eye.

It was clear that the little beggar possessed little martial skill. Given the mysterious runes on his body and his proximity to Forest Temple, the two martial artists quickly thought of Origin Nine Lives.

They concluded that the Taoist master of Forest Temple had failed to survive the great terror of Origin Nine Lives and passed away somewhere near the temple, only for this little beggar to discover him and obtain Origin Nine Lives.

After that, the disturbance grew larger and larger, and Forest Temple was no longer peaceful.

They wanted to obtain clues from Forest Temple, even the slightest trace. Perhaps that Taoist master had left a copied imprint of Origin Nine Lives here?

Although it would be extremely difficult to get started with this mythical martial art without the original manuscript, there were still people who refused to believe it. They always thought they were special.

It was like buying lottery tickets—always clinging to that sliver of hope, believing that one day they would win and bring their bitter days to an end.

Zhu Ping mingled among the crowd and observed Forest Temple, only to find that it was