How to Bring Common Sense to Xianxia World

Chapter 155: Heaven Forging Lord

Hearing her father’s analysis, Mo Xingyao fell into silence. If this were true, then how should she treat him? Her relationship with Wei Chen had started with interest and lies, and then it had turned into genuine feelings.

At least, on her side. She felt attracted to him and did not resist the idea of being with him. She liked the idea that she had something that could help him, which was her wealth.

It made her feel like she was an irreplaceable part of his life. She knew that Wei Chen had cultivation and rich experience from years of adventuring. But she also had wealth, influence, and connections that could support him.

It was the only thing that made her feel relevant to him.

If the truth about him being the young master of the Hidden Ancient Clan were real, then that point of hers would become meaningless.

And she hated that feeling.

Maybe this was the truth after all. She remembered how a mere trinket she had thought was useless, such as that sword shard, had turned into a priceless ancient treasure that might date back to the primordial era.

As insecurity crept into her heart, she asked her father, “Father, if this is true, then how should I… no, how should we treat him?” She was confused and did not know how to act in front of her fiancé.

Seeing his daughter ask this, Mo Jue understood what she was thinking.

“You do not need to worry too much about it. Just treat him as you always have. I do not think he is the type of person who cares about formality or who would act differently when he learns that we have uncovered the truth about him.”

“From my perspective, he might even hate formality. Otherwise, he would not act so down to earth so naturally. It is almost as if he truly was a commoner before,” Mo Jue said.

Mo Xingyao’s face fell slightly, but she still forced a self-encouraging smile.

“What you said is right, Father. That guy is such a joker, I do not think he would change.”

Mo Jue nodded with a smile. He could only hope. However, to make sure his daughter would not feel uncomfortable, he decided to keep the truth they had uncovered about Wei Chen’s origin a secret from Wei Chen.

Who knew how that guy would react if he found out that they knew about his origin? After all, the heart of man was difficult to fathom.

— Meanwhile – Jade Bamboo Province —

Jade Bamboo Province was renowned as the weakest province among the three provinces of the Great Continent. In this place, the spiritual qi was far more deficient than in the other two. This led to a scarcity of heaven and earth treasures and made cultivation much harder for the people who lived here.

Moreover, this province did not even have a spirit stone mine, and there were only two spiritual veins that served as foundations for sects to build upon.

All in all, this province was a place that ambitious warlords would not even glance at. With fewer resources came fewer interested parties.

Only those with weak foundations, or those who preferred to be a dog’s head rather than a dragon’s tail, would be interested in this province.

But…

If someone were to ask Wei Chen whether they could rampage or show off in this province, he would tell them, “Do it at your own risk, and the risk is pretty high.”

Why was that?

Because a province like this was the ideal place for a Heaven’s Chosen to begin. It was the weakest province, meaning it served the same function as a starting village in RPG games.

And those Heaven’s Chosen loved to start in places like this. From the weakest land, they could rise step by step to the strongest regions, showing their dominance and terrorizing all the young masters who loved to court death.

In conclusion, this place was like a death trap.

…

Tiger Fist Sect was one of the two sects established in the desolate Jade Bamboo Province. This sect could be described as weak beyond weak. It had only five hundred members. Its large grounds had fallen into disrepair due to a lack of resources and manpower.

To say that this sect was the weakest sect on the continent would not be entirely false. Its sect leader’s cultivation was only at the early stage of Core Formation. Worse still, he had reached that level only after a century of cultivation and by burning through many rare resources that could be found in this place.

In the outer disciple area, there were only Qi Refining stage cultivators. Some had been stuck at this stage for more than fifty years, losing much of their vitality and wasting their potential to break through as they grew older.

They had lost all their aspirations and ambitions. They only thought about being big fish in a small pond and living like kings in this backwater place.

On one such occasion, a young man, a newly recruited disciple, lay on the filthy ground near a cesspit. His body bore clear traces of bruises and footprints.

He had been beaten up because he failed to pay the tax to the big boss of the outer disciple court. The tax was spirit grass, the precious resource that the sect provided to each outer disciple once every month.

At that moment, his eyes snapped open. He gritted his teeth and screamed, howling at the sky.

“Fate Weaver Sovereign! Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you off!” the young man shouted to the heavens, as if he had just woken from a nightmare.

“Huh?”

The young man paused. He looked around, then checked his own body. He realized that it was weak, weak like an ant.

It reminded him of the time when he had been a mortal.

He then tried to sense his cultivation.

“Did… did the Fate Weaver Sovereign seal my cultivation? No, that should not be.” he muttered, then looked around again.

The strange yet familiar environment registered in his eyes.

“This… this should not be possible!”

He slowly stood up and looked around.

“This place…. it’s definitely Tiger Fist Sect…. the first place I’ve embarked on the path of cultivation!” The young man uttered in disbelief.

He then quickly ran toward the nearest water sources, the stream nearby.

The reflection in the water was him, but it was him when he was still young, only fourteen years old. He looked down at the bruises on his body and remembered. This was the time when he had been beaten up by that old fart’s lackeys.

That old fart had been stuck at the peak stage of the Qi Refining Realm even at the age of sixty. Heh. He remembered how the old man preferred to call himself half-step Foundation Establishment, despite the fact that he did not even have hope of breaking through.

The young man processed the current situation. He closed his eyes and slowly recalled what had happened.

He had been one of the Immortal Throne Contenders, and he was killed in the final battle for the Immortal Throne. He had fallen in battle, but not because he was weak. It was because of betrayal. The Fate Weaver Sovereign had set a trap and killed him before he could take the final step toward the Immortal Throne.

This happened right after he had killed the previous Immortal Emperor and was about to claim the throne. He had been betrayed and slain, and the one he had considered a friend had taken the fruits of his labor and become the next Immortal Emperor.

He remembered his previous life. He had lost too much. Many loved ones had died, and he could do nothing because he had been too weak.

This province as well. Soon, it would be engulfed in war because someone would accidentally discover an artifact from the Primordial Era here and fail to keep their mouth shut.

This would cause the Murong Clan of Vermilion Bird Province to come here to excavate the Primordial Era ruin. The result would be the destruction of the entire province. His parents back home would also die in this incident.

If his memory served him right, he only had three months left. He could either find that big-mouthed fool and kill him first, or bring his parents away from this province.

But the distance…

The young man looked in the direction of the nearest province, Azure River Province.

“It seems the only choice I have is to kill that big-mouthed bastard,” the young man muttered.

“I, Lian Cheng, the Heaven Forging Lord, will reforge my own destiny. I will right every wrong, correct all my mistakes, save all my loved ones, and fulfill my ambitions.”

“This time…. This time…. no one can stop me from forging my own heaven!” the young man, Lian Cheng, declared with determination.