Being An Elite In The Xianxia World!

Prologue

Thump! Thump!

In a dark forest, a dark haired man ran with a horrified expression. His steps, disoriented and panicked, continued to haste forward in the gloom, disregarding the plants and thorny branches on his path.

Below him, his toes prickled as small, yet gruesome tears formed. It left a trail of blood, seeping to the ground quietly.

He could've used Qi to protect his bloodied toes from the sharp branches and pebbles, but he directed it to his head and upper body instead.

Injuries on the foot were less of an issue.

A sword gleam might appear from the ominous darkness at any moment and kill him.

That was the worst possible outcome.

The perpetrator of this mess was someone atleast at the level grandmaster of the sword and Dao.

He saw it with his own eyes. A figure thay seemed no less than sixteen, with a pair of eyes that stared through ones soul, approached the mansion slowly.

Slow that figure may walk, the speed of his blade was unmatched. Unsullied by mortal dust, the sword on his hand was like the Bodhi, unaffected and untouchable, a form of emptiness.

As he and his clan mates fell to the ground incessantly trembling, they watched the figure slaughter their family. Their clan. Bits by bits, torn and destroyed.

But amidst that bloody gruesome sight, there was beauty. The man would not admit it to himself but in the recesses of his mind, he knew...

That person——attained Enlightenment.

As a Foundation Establishment practitioner, it was a shameful display for him to run, with snot and tears on his face from a child.

The dark haired man gnashed his teeth. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, but there was no chance that could work.

I'm close. The Ancient Zenith Sect branch is near, as long as I go there—!

Then, unaware of his path and blind of his fate, the dark-haired man accidentally walked to a small hole, making him trip and fall over.

No! Fuck!

The dark-haired man's heart raced from the silence of the darkness. He wanted to stand up quickly, but his feet was stuck from the hole.

Curses! Who the hell——!!

He struggled, but his feet was like bound by chains, unable to get out of the small hole. As an ominous feeling creep to him, he tried to crawled, but only reaching so far.

...Ah?

He was stuck; and there was only two options left. Cut off his foot or die and be forgotten.

Is the Wu Zhi bloodline going to fall to a mere child?! No—! I can't...

At this moment, the wind blew and slightly lifted his sleeves. It felt cold, causing shivers to run down the man's spine.

...accept that...

Each and every moment he remained, he trembled uncontrollably from the palpable tension.

He could feel it.

Death.

The darkness, which was originally his family's specialty, felt foreign and terrifying at this moment.

The dark haired man suddenly looked at his feet. He only had one option left. Cut it. Cut it. Cut it. Cut it. Cut i—

Then, from the darkness, a sword gleam appeared.

Too late.

Before the dark haired man could react, his head fell to the ground, rolling towards the nearby ancient tree.

At that moment, the perpetrator revealed itself.

It was a brown haired figure that looked no less than sixteen, with pale white skin, he looked below the carcass of the man he had just killed coldly, devoid of emotions and absent of any reaction.

The brown haired figure was quiet, like a simple observer, he did not have any overwhelming presence.

His presence was thin and invisible, if not him being the only person around, he could completely integrate with the environment and achieve true formlessness.

The brown haired figure clasped his hands and slightly bowed towards the corpse, offering his prayers.

“In the darkness you lived, in the darkness you fell. Con Yang, the truest form of darkness is emptiness, void.”

“Void is nothingness, the absence of all things. I apologize, but you stood in the way of my path to the martial peak.”

The brown haired figure looked at the sky.

“...Today, the Wu Zhi clan has been annihilated...”