Chapter 105: Painful Memories

  "Hmm! How did you know I was going to hit you?"

  He said in a cold and emotionless tone. He saw that Zhen Peng's words were too arrogant, but it was not his fault. After all, Zhen Peng's current cultivation had surpassed him by who knows how much. He wasn't even a cultivator, he was just a worldly assassin.

  "Haha, I know you won't believe what I'm saying, so I won't say anything else. If you can knock down the person next to me right now, then I'll fight you one-on-one. But I think that's probably not going to happen."

  Chen Pengpeng said ruthlessly. The person in front of him was the one who had saved his life, who would strike their own lifesaver like this? Only Chen Pengpeng, that strange guy, could do such a thing. When Leng Qing heard that he should go and compete with Leng Wuqing, he hesitated for a moment. Because deep down in his heart, he felt a kind of blood connection with this person, which made him feel very difficult.

  "Alright! I'll have a match with him first!"

  Leng Wuqing suddenly drew out a soft sword from his body, the tip of which pointed at Leng Qing. "You're really not going to acknowledge me?" he asked coldly. Leng Qing looked at him with some reluctance after seeing how determined Leng Wuqing was. Chen Pengpeng nodded at him, knowing that if he wanted to know whether Leng Wuqing was his real brother or not, he should be the one to decide for himself. That's all Chen Pengpeng could do, hoping that the truth would come out eventually.

  "Ding ding... buzz buzz..."

  Leng Wuqing drew out the soft sword in his hand and began to attack Leng Qing fiercely. Leng Qing saw the sword shadow and hastily dodged to one side. If Leng Qing wanted to defeat Leng Wuqing, he could have ended the fight with just one move, but Leng Qing simply couldn't bring himself to do it. His heart was in turmoil, feeling as though something was pulling at him.

  "Whoosh... Bang!"

  Leng Wuqing wielded the soft sword in his hand, slashing open a long gash on the ground. This showed that Leng Wuqing was absolutely a top-notch master in the secular world. If those people from the secular world were to cross swords with him, they would definitely die under his blade. Chen Pengpeng watched as the two of them chased each other, feeling extremely depressed. What kind of fight was this? It was clearly just a game of hide-and-seek! He secretly sweated in his heart.

  "Are you trying to provoke me? Why are you always dodging my sword? I know you're not using your true abilities! What I need is a real fight!"

  Leng Wu Qing suddenly stopped his sword-wielding footsteps and faced Leng Qing, saying coldly: "If we fight like this, even if we fight for three days and three nights, we won't be able to determine who's stronger." Leng Qing looked at the resolute young man in front of him, his heart filled with bitterness, unsure of how to face him.

  "Alright! I promise you, but I have one condition!"

  Leng Qing finally made up his mind and said to Leng Wuqing. He can't retreat now, he just wants to know if the young man in front of him is really his own brother.

  "What conditions do you have? You say it, as long as I can do it, I will definitely follow!"

  He replied without hesitation, devoid of emotion. He finally understood why Chen Pengpeng refused to engage in a trial with him earlier, and he began to believe what Chen Pengpeng had said at the beginning - that he was absolutely no match for him now. The person before him could easily dodge his fatal moves just by evading. If it were any other ordinary assassin, they would have met their demise long ago.

  "I just need you to answer me a few questions."

  He said in a cold and calm tone. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and made a "please" gesture. Leng Wuqing nodded in agreement after hearing Leng Qing's words, and after both parties reached a consensus, Leng Wuqing raised the software in his hand again, unleashing what he thought was his most outstanding sword move.

  "Cheers! Splitting Mount Tai!"

  "Humming... ringing!"

  A burst of sword sounds rose, and a dazzling array of sword shadows scattered around. A large tree next to it was just covered by the sword shadow, and all the leaves on the tree were chopped into pieces, leaving only bare branches. At this time, Leng Qing was still standing there motionless, not because he was afraid of Leng Wuqing's fatal sword. When those sword shadows converged to form a sharp sword stabbing at his chest, Leng Wuqing stretched out his right hand to form a palm chop. Only then did Leng Qing's palm chop emit blue true energy, and one palm print landed on Leng Wuqing's soft sword.

  "Crash!"

  A loud sword-breaking sound spread, and when he looked again, a thread of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. On the ruined ground, fragments of broken swords were scattered all over. Leng Qing's eyes stared blankly at this scene in front of him, he didn't dare to believe that this was real, but the fact was laid out before his eyes, leaving no room for him not to believe.

  "You lose!"

  He lightly spat out a sentence from his mouth. He didn't dare to look at the bloodstains on Leng Wuqing's lips with his eyes, for if he did, his heart would inexplicably ache. So his gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon of the dark night sky.

  "I admit I lost! Don't worry, ask me anything you want and I'll tell you as long as I know!"

  He gazed at the broken sword on the ground with an icy and emotionless expression. This soft sword, which had been with him for countless springs and autumns, had killed numerous powerful enemies. Yet, it was now broken by a single palm strike from someone else, dealing a crushing blow to his pride.

  "I want to know where you're from and also why you're called Cold and Unfeeling."

  Leng Qing suppressed the turmoil in his heart and calmly asked. Although this question was strange, only he himself could know whether Leng Wuqing was his long-lost brother or not.

  "Hah! Where am I from? Why am I called Cold and Unfeeling? I've even forgotten where I'm from myself."

  He said coldly, his eyes filled with deep hatred. His fists were clenched like stones, and the thick veins on his hands bulged out. His eyes were bloodshot, and flames seemed to dance in them. He remembered the fire that had burned down his home, killing his family. He recalled the middle-aged man with a giant axe, its blade dripping with fresh blood. That day, his parents had died protecting him and his older brother from the madman. They had grabbed onto the axe-wielding man, shouting "Qing'er, Qing'er, run!" as they died. The two children had cried and watched in horror as their parents were killed, then turned to flee, with the madman chasing after them. His older brother was always stronger than him. When the madman closed in on them, his younger brother accidentally fell, and his older brother hid him in a bush, telling him to be quiet before running off to distract the axe-wielding man. The younger brother's eyes were filled with tears, and he covered his mouth tightly to stifle any sound.

  "Do you know? I'm an orphan! An orphan with no relatives at all!! It's all because of that damned murderer! A raging fire and my whole family was gone..."

  He was saying coldly, but as he spoke, his emotions began to stir up. He could only alleviate the pain in his heart by shouting loudly, but this was something he didn't want to recall. Yet today, he once again remembered that sorrowful scene. If it weren't for a worldly old man who had taught him a set of skills all those years ago, he wouldn't have made it to now. After growing up slowly, the only elderly man who had taken him in grew older and older until he left him.

  "Do you know? My brother... my brother went to lure away that damned devil just to save me! I'm called Leng Wuqing, because my brother and I share a homophone character! Hehe, 'Qing' 'Wuqing', all these years I've been silently reciting it!! I swear I must make that damned devil's body into a thousand pieces! I will make him pay in blood!!!"

  Leng Wuqing's eyes welled up with scalding tears as he spoke, none of which were what he had intended to say. But now he could no longer restrain his emotions, for at this moment he was already out of control. Leng Qing's heart had been trembling since hearing Leng Wuqing's furious roar, and his eyes were also flashing with bloodshot like Leng Wuqing's. His fists were clenched together, with blood continuously flowing from his hands.

  "Ah!!!!!!"

  A cold, mournful cry echoed out, and his entire body emitted a dazzling blue glow. The waves of blue gas enveloped him layer by layer, then continuously spread out in all directions!

  "Rumble!"

  A massive explosion, the entire area was blown into a deep hole by the blue gas emitted by Leng Qing! Chen Pengpeng felt something was off and immediately knocked out Leng Wuqing with a palm strike, then activated an energy shield to put him inside. Chen Pengpeng knew this would wake up the villagers and also attract the attention of the cultivators hiding in the forest outside the village. To prevent Leng Qing from releasing his killing aura, he had no choice but to use the ancient divine technique "Dominating the World" to strike a golden palm print on Leng Qing's forehead. Suddenly, Leng Qing, who was still emitting killing aura, fell unconscious to the ground. Chen Pengpeng quickly flew over, picked up Leng Qing and Leng Wuqing, and rushed towards his home.

  "Quick! The target has appeared! Let's hurry over and take him down!"

  A masked leader waved his right hand and gave orders to the people beside him. As soon as he finished speaking, a figure emerged from the woods. These people were indeed disciples of the Yun family, they had been hiding here for many days, but they hadn't discovered any clues until now when they once again sensed the energy fluctuations of a cultivator.

  "The family has said that we must protect Shixiong and the people with him at all costs! If the Yun family disciples dare to make a move, then we will definitely swear to protect them with our lives!"

  On a high mountain slope, another group of black-clad cultivators flew towards the scene. This group was the disciples of the Jia family, who had received a death order from Jia Lei: if the Yun family wanted to put Chen Pong and Leng Qing to death, then they would have to deal with the Jia family to the end.