Chapter 1: Past Lives and Present Life

It is unclear when a lone warrior suddenly emerged in this world. No one knows where he came from, nor to which faction he belongs. The only thing known to the world is that he specifically opposes some brutal and violent individuals. Anyone targeted by him is not spared, all falling victim to his ghostly bullets

At night, the pitch-black curtain of darkness envelops the silent city. The streets, crisscrossed like a spider's web, occasionally host a few establishments filled with revelry and indulgence. Under the cover of night, the red-haired and green-skinned figures frequently come and go.

"I remember, big brother, I remember. I will definitely listen to you and will not try to stand out," the second brother said, sobbing.

In the furnace, the core of the earth burns fiercely, and the intense heat mirrors the excitement of the two individuals, Ao Sheng and Zhong Mei. Even the sword servant, an old man known for his calm demeanor, rarely opened his tightly shut eyes, which had been closed for an unknown duration, and his gaze sparkled, suggesting that he too was stirred by Zhong Mei's words

Deep within the Sword Pool, Ao Sheng took a heat-insulating feather robe from a nearby rack and donned it. He then pushed open the stone door and entered the interior of the Sword Pool. As soon as he stepped inside, a wave of scorching hot air rushed towards him, several times hotter than the outside, and this was merely the beginning of his entry.

Every day, Ao Sheng would inspect the Sword Pool. After taking a round inside the pool, he would not linger there any longer, as this was not the primary reason for his daily visits. The reason he came to the Sword Pool every day was that there was an unparalleled treasure sword here, considered the finest among swords in the world, although it had not yet been completely forged.

Heavy snowflakes drift down from the sky, quickly covering Aosheng's hair in white. As Aosheng paces back and forth, his inner anxiety emanates a powerful aura, causing the snow around him to scatter. With Aosheng's cultivation, the falling snow should not be able to approach him; however, with his wife giving birth inside, he cannot find the heart to use his energy to control the snow.

His method of killing is unparalleled in the world; having roamed the earth for five years, no one has yet been able to surpass him

It is wonderful that this divine weapon, forged over a century, is finally to be completed in our generation. I hope our ancestors will bless us to avoid any mistakes in these twenty years. Aosheng's expression was exceptionally excited, and his voice was filled with joy.

Sword-Offering Villa

"Zhong Mei, I am leaving. You take good care of this place," Ao Sheng said to Zhong Mei.

Upon entering the delivery room, Ao Sheng saw his wife lying on the bed with a pale face, yet her expression was filled with loving smiles. Beside her was a baby, and upon seeing Ao Sheng enter, the beautiful woman weakly smiled at him.

In the spacious and bright villa, he lay on the sickbed and the * picture * book, resembling a withered and powerless figure. Beside him was only one man (the same man who had previously accompanied him to pay respects to the physician). The entire villa was exceedingly empty and desolate, evoking a sense of twilight.

"Second brother, I can no longer go on. Fortunately, you have now learned all my skills and have inherited my legacy, so you need not worry about your future life. In the past year, I have frequently taken you to various places, and your social experience should have become quite rich. In the future, when I am no longer here, you must learn to take care of yourself." Jue Tian said weakly while lying on the hospital bed. Now, he has only one relative left in this world, his second brother, who is also the person he is most concerned about before he departs.

Amidst the tense and chaotic sounds surrounding the bald man, the man in black upstairs skillfully disassembled the sniper rifle and placed it into a box. He then quickly ascended to the rooftop, adeptly donned the prepared hydrogen balloons, and subsequently jumped from the high building, maneuvering the hydrogen balloons to glide across the night sky before vanishing into the pitch-black darkness.

However, misfortune did not depart from then on. The physician was taken hostage by bandits, and later died from a stray bullet during a shootout between the police and the criminals. Upon hearing this news, Juetian was stunned and enraged. Three months later, Juetian arrived at the physician's grave with the severed head of the bandit who had killed the physician.

"Rest assured, Master of the House, nothing will go wrong with me here," said Zhong Mei

After Ao Sheng's departure, tranquility was restored once more in this place. The old sword servant continued to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed, while Zhong Mei quietly gazed at the flames in the furnace. Within the cave, silence reigned as if dead, with only the earth fire burning fiercely, maintaining a flicker of sound and color.

In the Sword Pool, a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious attire was casually walking back and forth. The man appeared to be around thirty years old, with a gleam of brilliance in his eyes, exuding the aura of a strong individual with every gesture. This person was none other than Ao Sheng, the master of the Ao Sword Manor.

Ten days later, Qingye Villa

In front of the nightclub, a bald man covered in tattoos and wearing a gold necklace staggered out from inside, surrounded by a group of thugs. It seemed that he was quite drunk tonight, but the thugs around him appeared to be sober.

"Tie Biao, quickly tell me, what happened to my wife?" Ao Sheng immediately asked anxiously, for he was very fond of his wife, treating her with great care and never allowing her to do even the slightest bit of heavy or rough work.

"It has been born, it has been born..." Upon hearing the cries of the baby, Ao Sheng outside the room was filled with excitement, his face flushed, and his robe fluttered due to the energy that had inadvertently escaped.

The cold wind howls, snowflakes dance, and the world is desolate

"Ying'er, you have worked hard." After Ao Sheng entered the room and saw his wife Lan Ying's pale complexion, he hurriedly began to transfer his vital energy to her

Night gradually deepened, and the traffic lights by the street, mhetushu.com, have unknowingly witnessed countless cycles of illusion and reality. Yet the figure of the man remained steadfast as ever, standing firm in his post like a resilient pine or cypress.

What? In another twenty years it will be forged? Zhong Mei, are you sure you haven't miscalculated? Although I have no doubt about Zhong Mei's sword-making skills, Ao Sheng still wants to confirm once more

Ding ding ding

By a stroke of luck, Jue Tian's parents learned of a physician capable of treating his ailment, and they took him to receive treatment. Ultimately, Jue Tian's condition was cured; however, his parents were left exhausted. Their health had never been robust, and after three months of worrying about their son's illness, they soon passed away. Even in their final moments, they expressed gratitude for the physician who had saved Jue Tian. From that point on, Jue Tian regarded that physician as his reborn parents.

"The landlord." Upon seeing Ao Sheng's arrival, Zhong Mei nodded, while the sword servant remained seated with closed eyes, just as before.

From then on, the world lost a sunny youth and gained a solitary warrior. Moreover, since Jue Tian often killed in the pitch-black night, people bestowed upon him another nickname: the Messenger of the Night, also known as the Messenger of Hell

The man, named Jue Tian, practiced martial arts from a young age. However, unforeseen circumstances arose when, at the age of fifteen, Jue Tian was diagnosed with a terminal illness. His parents exhausted their entire fortune to gather funds for his treatment. Within three months, a significant amount of money was spent, and they accumulated a mountain of debt, yet the illness remained untreated.

The man is by no means a ruthless killer, nor is he a savior. As long as his bottom line is not crossed, he will absolutely not choose to kill. The reason he is here today to assassinate the bald man is that the bald man's actions have already crossed his bottom line

"Rest assured, sir, the lady is in good health," said the midwife

At the fifth-floor window facing the street, a man dressed in a black trench coat stood motionless, resembling a ghost in the night. In his hand, he held a state-of-the-art high-powered night vision telescope, intently observing the entrance of the nightclub across the street. Beside him lay a sniper rifle.

In the pitch-black night sky, there is not a single twinkling star; the profound darkness and desolation of this night is precisely the kind of night that is dark and windy, suitable for murder.

"Not wrong, twenty years," Zhong Mei said with a nod and a smile, fully understanding Ao Sheng's feelings at that moment

"This is best, this is best, midwife, can I go in now?" Ao Sheng continued to ask, his face full of joy.

In the cold winter, the biting cold wind howls recklessly, bringing a bone-chilling chill. The snow drifts through the sky, creating a desolate landscape that resembles a vast, melancholic painting of heaven and earth

Descending the stairs, as Ao Sheng delved deeper, the waves of heat he endured became increasingly intense. Ultimately, he had no choice but to channel his energy to resist it. Finally, Ao Sheng reached his destination, a cavern with a circumference of over 30 zhang, at the center of which stood a furnace. The furnace burned without fuel, ignited by the very fire of the earth's core.

A sword is being forged on the furnace; this sword was cast a century ago at the invitation of the ancestor of the Ao family, Ao Jia, by his friend Nie Ying. It was made from cold iron ore and meteorites from beyond the heavens, and it took a hundred years to gradually take shape

"Yes, this is our child." The proud father, overwhelmed with joy, leaned over the bed, gazing at his son with a silly smile.

The lady is about to give birth" Tie Biao said, catching his breath

"My lord, there is no need to worry; the midwife says that the lady is doing well." Upon seeing Ao Shengmingmei, she was taken aback and said, then proceeded to pour out the water from the basin in her hands, saying: "My lord, I am going in."

In addition to Ao Sheng, there are two other individuals present: the swordsmith Zhong Mei, a young man in his twenties who succeeded his father in forging swords for the Ao family after his father's early death. Although young, he has already mastered his father's true teachings and is renowned as a master swordsmith of this era. The other is the sword servant, an elderly man in his fifties, whose aura is even more powerful than that of Ao Sheng. However, given his age, it is unlikely that he can guard the divine sword for many more years. When the divine sword truly emerges, it will be the next sword servant who will take on the responsibility of protecting it.

Although Jue Tian's illness was cured by the physician, he must take the medicine personally prepared by the physician every year; otherwise, his life would be in jeopardy. Now that the physician has passed away, the medicine in Jue Tian's possession is only sufficient for five years, which means Jue Tian has only five years left to live. In his despair and fury, Jue Tian embarked on a path of darkness as an executor.

All the way, Ao Jian rushed directly towards the delivery room, passing by several tall buildings. The walls of these buildings were all adorned with murals of fire qilin, some of which appeared worn and aged, suggesting they had been carved for quite some time.

Qiu Mountain, Cemetery

Congratulations, my lord, congratulations! Your wife has given birth to a young master." Soon, the midwife lifted the curtain and congratulated Ao Sheng.

In the delivery room, the woman's agonizing screams continued to echo, causing Aosheng's heart to be filled with anxiety. He paced back and forth outside the door, his hands tightly clasped together, rubbing them repeatedly.

It is unclear how many times this has happened; the man in black has completely lost count. Since his debut five years ago, the number of thugs who have died at his hands has been so great that he can no longer remember them all.

The next day, the headlines reported that the bald man, the leader of the underworld in Ming City, had died from a phantom bullet last night. Upon seeing this news, the public could not help but feel a sense of joy in their hearts, as the world had lost another criminal who committed heinous acts. Whenever the world is shrouded in darkness, there will always be someone who stands up.

"Sheng Ge, have you chosen a good name for our child?" Lan Ying asked

In front of the tablet and the illustrated book, six incense sticks were burning, three plates of fruit were placed, and there was a copy of today's morning newspaper (the one reporting on the death of the bald man). The smoke from the incense swirled and floated, as if the ethereal, restless soul of the deceased was taking a final glance at this earthly realm before fading into dust

"Mingmei, how is my wife doing?" As soon as he arrived outside the delivery room, Aosheng asked Mingmei, who had just lifted the curtain. Hearing the agonizing cries of his wife from within the delivery room, Aosheng felt a sense of urgency; those who have had similar experiences can surely understand the kind of torment this entails.

"What?" Ao Sheng exclaimed in shock, and hurriedly rushed into the heavy snowfall, making his way towards the delivery room, using his lightness skill to arrive as quickly as possible

Five years have passed, and recently, Jue Tian has noticed that his health has been deteriorating. It seems that death is not far off. However, he does not feel any regret about this. In his lifetime, he has enjoyed many things that ordinary people cannot experience, and the temptations of the worldly life no longer hold much allure for him

The master of the Sword Forging Manor is from a renowned family of swordsmiths, and the Sword Pool is where the masters forge swords on a daily basis. Although outside, heavy snow is falling and the cold is bone-chilling, inside the Sword Pool, it is bustling with activity and unbearably hot, representing a complete contrast of ice and fire.

A vast expanse of white snow enveloped this spacious manor. Bai Jian Mountain Manor covers a large area, divided into two parts: the front consists of residential buildings, while the back features pavilions and waterside structures. To the left within Ao Jian Mountain Manor lies a special place: the Sword Pool

At the window, the man in black had already replaced his weapon with a sniper rifle, and the muzzle was aimed directly at the bald man in front of the nightclub. The crisp sound of adjusting the focus echoed softly in the silent night, resembling a call from hell, or perhaps a summons from the underworld

Two men are paying tribute to a deceased doctor. One of the men is unmistakably the one who assassinated the bald man last night, while the other man appears much younger, looking around fifteen or sixteen years old. However, he exudes a vigorous aura.

"Zhong Mei, was the sword forging successful today?" Ao Sheng inquired. Every time he came here, he would ask this question. This sword had consumed a century of effort from the Ao family, with generations dedicating their lives to it, leaving him no choice but to feel anxious

The heavy snowflakes scatter from the vast sky to the world below, adding a hazy hue to this land. The pristine white snow blankets the boundless earth, dressing it in a layer of silver. In this moment, all colors vanish from the world, leaving only the white of the snowflakes.

"You may go now, everything is centered around the lady. The lady is of utmost importance, do not mind me," said Ao Sheng immediately.

Rest assured, Master of the House, everything is proceeding smoothly. Over the past few days, I have also calculated the time, and according to the current progress, it will take another twenty years before this sword can be forged.

"Mingmei, take one hundred taels of silver to the midwife." As he entered the room, Ao Sheng instructed Mingmei, leaving the midwife to follow Mingmei with endless gratitude as she went to collect the silver

The frantic cries of sorrow echoed throughout the entire villa, causing the air above to resonate with weary lamentations

After Ao Jian transmitted his vital energy, Lan Ying's complexion finally showed a hint of redness

Suddenly, a gust of night wind swept through, lifting a strand of hair from the man's forehead. At that moment, the man's pupils widened abruptly, and a chilling glint flashed unmistakably in his eyes, as a sense of murderous intent began to permeate the room

In the blazing furnace, pieces of iron are melted into molten iron, which is then poured by the masters into molds to form sword blanks. The swordsmiths, with their muscles bulging, exude a fierce aura, clearly skilled practitioners of the martial world. The wolf-head-sized hammer strikes down in the hands of the swordsmiths with a unique rhythm, shaping the sword blanks and producing a series of crisp and melodious ringing sounds.

There seems to be something not fully understood about the joy of the Aosheng Lanying couple, as countless question marks filled Jue Tian's mind. He did not understand why he had become an infant, as he thought he had died. Could it be that he had been reborn?

"Yes, of course," the midwife said.

"Master, Madam, Madam..." As Ao Sheng just emerged from the sword pool, a teenage servant rushed over, panting heavily

"Sheng Ge, our child has finally been born; this is our first child," Lan Ying said with a smile to Ao Jian

We, at the Swordsmith Manor, have spent a hundred years forging unparalleled swords. I have named our son Jue, which means "absolute"; thus, our son shall be called Ao Jue, Little Ao Jue. From now on, you will be called Ao Jue. What do you think of the name your father has given you

A faint sound of the trigger being pulled echoed, and a silent ghost bullet shot out from the muzzle, slicing through the night sky and piercing the skull of the bald man

"Stop talking, big brother, you will get better, you will get better." The second brother, seeing that Jue Tian was thinking of him even in his dying moments, was deeply moved and said with tears streaming down his face.

"Elder brother is no longer here, you must learn to take care of yourself, to live independently. You are the only descendant of our family. We are not lacking in money, but remember, do not overreach in anything," Jue Tian said, his voice growing even weaker.

Bang

Wow. With the first cry of the baby, the proud child was born

For a long time, the only sound echoing in the room was the sobbing of the second brother. When he raised his head to look at Jue Tian again, he found that Jue Tian was already dead

"How is my wife?" Ao Sheng asked anxiously