Chronicles of Celestial Origins

In a small town a hundred miles east of Fengxian County in Wu State, it was time to go to the market, and people from nearby villages were rushing to the city to do business.

The wine sellers, the firewood bearers, and the pear sellers started shouting.

Candied haws on ice, paper figures with lanterns and shadows, pawns playing tricks, and all kinds of novelty things, it’s so lively.

Until the sun sets in the west, everyone in the city going to the market returns home.

At night, in a house in the east of the city, the lights were brightly lit, and a family of three gathered around, laughing and planning today's harvest.

Suddenly, a figure came with a sword and broke through the window. Without saying a word, he snatched the handsome woman and walked away with a flying sword. Only the old man and the white-haired old woman were left in the room crying and screaming.

The man held the girl with one arm and raised his sword, unable to reach an arrow. A ray of light shot up behind him and chased her, revealing the figure of a square-mouthed man, Peng Xian, a casual cultivator.

After parting ways with He Yuan, he returned to his hometown to recuperate. It was time to go to the market. On a whim, he remembered the scene of going to the market with his father in his early years, so he came to take a look. Unexpectedly, he happened to see a monk kidnapping his good son.

He hated this thing the most in his life, so of course he couldn't ignore it once he encountered it, so he chased after the man, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and squeezed the huge spiritual power in his body towards him.

The man's complexion changed drastically, and the spiritual power in his body was spinning wildly. He struggled against the squeeze of external spiritual power and shouted: "Who is the senior? This junior Mo Yu is acting on the orders of the family master."

"Okay! I also want to know who gave you the courage to openly rob other people's children. It turned out to be Mo Ziyu." After hearing this, Peng Xian became even more angry. He showed no mercy and poured out the spiritual power in his body. And out.

Under the pressure of the huge spiritual power, the man's facial features were distorted and his bones creaked. After a while, the whites of his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Peng Xian's spiritual power enveloped the two of them and flew straight down to the bottom.

The girl was still in shock. She fell to the ground and regained consciousness. She quickly kowtowed and said, "Thank you so much for saving me."

"It's a small effort, no need to thank you, I just can't stand these people."

"May I ask for the name of my benefactor so that I can repay you in the future," the woman said.

Peng Xian ignored him, and with a flash of light, he left with the man wrapped up in his arms. After walking for about a hundred miles, he came to a mountain forest, threw the man down, and made a seal in his hand. The whole forest was suddenly a sea of ​​fire.

After Peng Xian destroyed the corpse and wiped out all traces, he didn't stay any longer. Dunguang left directly and returned to his own residence to practice in seclusion.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Peng Xian was sitting cross-legged in the house refining his Qi as usual. Suddenly, a powerful wave of spiritual power came.

Peng Xian suddenly opened his eyes, turned his hand, and saw a mysterious knife rising in the wind, protecting it in front of him.

The stone house collapsed suddenly, and there was only a loud noise. The Vajra Magic Wand, which was 40 to 50 feet in size, struck down from the air and collided with the Xuan Dao. The two colors of light intertwined, and the Xuan Dao's light suddenly shrank and shook.

A tall, broad-shouldered man with gray hair on his temples hung in the air, looking down at Peng Xian and said, "Fellow Daoist Peng and my Mo family have no relationship in the past and have no enmity in recent times. Why did you kill my son?"

The person who came was none other than Mo Ziyu, the head of the Mo family.

Peng Xian snorted and said nothing, formed a seal with his hands, formed a crimson ball more than thirty feet in size in front of him, and struck it towards it.

Mo Ziyu made a move with his hand, and the Vajra Voltage Magic Wand faced the crimson ball. When the two collided, the crimson ball shook violently, as if it was about to fall apart.

The magic wand struck three times in a row, directly knocking the ball away and dissipating into the air.

This magic wand is a top-quality spiritual weapon, and with Mo Ziyu's cultivation in the later stages of foundation building, how could Peng Xian be his opponent? The moment the ball shattered, he transformed into an escaping light and fled to the rear.

Naturally, Mo Ziyu would not let him go like this. The two of them could not go more than a few miles between chasing and escaping. The mysterious sword in front of him was already crumbling under the attack of the magic wand.

At this moment, a ray of light came from behind the two of them, and a man wearing a hat and a black robe appeared. He flipped his hand, and a black spear swung in the wind and hit the magic wand. , the two collided, the light intertwined, and they were in a stalemate.

"Who are you? Why are you meddling in our personal grudges?" Mo Ziyu was startled when he saw reinforcements and asked.

The person who came was silent and made a seal in his hand. Dozens of golden pillars were condensed in mid-air and criss-crossed to form a huge golden cage surrounding Mo Ziyu. Countless rays of golden light shot out, covering an area of ​​dozens of feet. The ground reflects into a golden ocean.

Mo Ziyu snorted coldly, formed a seal in his hand, and formed a red circular light curtain to protect him inside.

The man in black robe took this opportunity and moved his hand, and the black spear returned to his hand.

"Let's go." The man in black robe said, and with a flash of light, he fled backwards, with Peng Xian following closely behind.

Mo Ziyu put a point in his hand, and the magic wand burst out with light, hitting the golden cage, and the huge golden pillar shattered in an instant.

Mo Ziyu looked at the two figures escaping, frowning slightly, but did not pursue them further.

The man in black robe and Peng Xian traveled for about an hour before stopping at the top of a mountain.

"Who are you? May I ask your name?" Peng Xian looked at the man in black robe in front of him and asked.

At first he thought this person was He Yuan, but upon closer inspection, he saw that they were very different in stature. This person was unusually burly, nine feet tall, and the black robe draped around him was also very wide.

"A small name is nothing. The reason why I help you is because you are our chosen one. I hope you can join us." The man in black robe said with a rich and rough voice.

"It's you." Peng Xian was shocked when he heard this and suddenly realized.

"Fellow Daoist He must have met you before! I am his friend." The man in black robe said.

"Are you following me?" Peng Xian had to suspect that this group of people had been following him. Otherwise, why would they appear in time when he was in danger twice?

"To be precise, we have been paying attention to you. All the news about you came to us quickly, so we can appear in time to help you."

"Who is your Excellency?"

"My identity needs to be kept secret. I can't tell you yet. You will know it when you join us."

Peng Xian bowed to him and saluted: "Your grace of saving me is deeply felt in my heart. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will repay you. I am very honored to receive the love of your organization. However, I am a loose person and I really cannot bear to be restrained. This is I have made it clear to Brother He before, hoping that I can forgive him."

The man in black robe said: "We never force others to make things difficult for us, and we also believe that one day you will choose to fight side by side with us to fight against this twisted world."

"Distorted world? Do you all think so?"

"Isn't it? The Xuanmen, the Demon Sect, the Chamber of Commerce, the Aristocratic Family, the Monster Clan, all of them are not bullying the weak and killing wantonly? They regard human life as an ant, treat all living beings as grass, rob, and act recklessly. If not, how could you do it? Provoke the Yuan family and the Mo family."

Peng Xian said: "It has been like this since ancient times, not today's world."

"So we must join forces to open up a new world. By then, there will no longer be distinctions between Demon Sect, Xuan Sect, Demon Clan, and Human Clan. All items will be shared by everyone, everyone will be able to earn their own living, the weak will be protected, and the elderly and sick will be protected. Those who receive preferential treatment.”

"Why did you choose me?"

"Because you still have integrity and conscience, otherwise you wouldn't offend a powerful spiritual family for the sake of unrelated ordinary people. We believe that anyone who still has integrity and conscience would disdain to collude with such a world."

Peng Xian was silent for a while: "Can you tell me the name of your organization?"

"Datong."

"Datong?"

The man in black robe said: "In a world of great harmony, the world is for the common good."

"The world is one for all." Peng Xian murmured to himself.

"Don't you wonder why Mo Ziyu knew that you were the one who killed the children of the Mo family? And how did he find your residence?"

When Peng Xian heard his question, he knew in his heart that he must know the inside story, so he said, "Please give me some advice, fellow Taoist."

The man in black robe said: "On September 20th, Mo Gan, a descendant of the Mo family, was ordered to recruit beautiful, graceful and graceful women with spiritual roots in the southern part of the Qi Kingdom to teach them the art of acacia and use them as cash cows in the attic."

"On September 22nd, he came to Fengxian County and abducted Wu Qiushui, the daughter of the Wu family. You happened to meet him and rescued Wu Qiushui. He took Mo Gan to a barren mountain a hundred miles away, killed him, and released him. A fire destroyed all traces of the body.”

"You think there is no proof and everything is perfect. In fact, the Mo family learned about Mo Gan's disappearance and murder the next day. They sent people to search the Fengxian County area and quickly found the burned barren mountain."

"On September 25th, they approached the local Shuiyun Sect chief and intelligence station stationed here and asked for help in investigating the matter."

"On September 27th, they captured three members of the Wu family and tortured them to extract confessions. So they got your portrait and knew it was you."

"On September 30th, disciples from the intelligence station here found your hiding place."

"On October 2nd, Mo Ziyu set out in person to question him. After I got the news, I came to help."

"So, you are a disciple of Shuiyun Sect?" Peng Xian asked after hearing this.

Being able to know such detailed information is definitely not something that a casual cultivator can do. There must be a big force behind this person, and only the Shuiyun Sect is the most qualified.

Fengxian County belongs to the southern part of Qi State and is under the control of Shuiyun Sect. The Mo family is also a cultivating family that has good relations with Shuiyun Sect. Moreover, the Mo family asked Shuiyun Sect for help in finding him this time. Therefore, Shuiyun Sect The disciples concerned must know the ins and outs of the whole matter.

In this case, it makes sense. No wonder they appear in time every time. It turns out that they are not following themselves, but they have mastered important information channels of Xuanmen and Demon Sect.

On the surface, this person is a disciple of the Shuiyun Sect, but his true identity is actually a member of the Datong Organization. On the surface, He Yuanming is a disciple of the Blood and Bone Sect, but in fact, he is also a member of the Datong Organization.

Based on this inference, there may also be people from their organization in other sects in Xingang.