The Curse Of The Future Yuan Jia

CHAPTER 1 - DREAM

"Shixiong!"

"Yuan-shixiong! Get up! We must leave here immediately!"

...Ha? Someone is calling me. Argh. My head hurts. My eyes are heavy. Tch. Damn it, what's going on ?! I can't open my eyelids!

"Shixiong, come on! The bastard is on his way! We have to get moving! Shixiong!"

Yes, I can hear you clearly! Stop screaming in front of my face, you idiot! It's just that my head hurts so much. Moreover, I also do not have the energy to open my eyes. Can you be a little patient?

Slap!

Yuan Jia gasped. The sore sensation followed with heat spread across his cheek had succeeded in making his eyes open. Dumbfounded, he raised his hand towards the source of the pain. Carefully groping his left cheek, he could tell his cheek had swollen from the slap. Jerk! Who has the guts to slap me? Do you want to pick your death early?

Yuan Jia's whole life has been blessed with a gift by god. Being one of the peak lords of the holy righteous cultivator's mountain - Zhùfú Róngyào, he always stands on top of everyone with his chin up and arms crossed. He looks down to people as if they are a bunch of cannon fodders - mere characters from those fiction novels. Unimportant, pitiful, and worthless. I am the protagonist of the world, he said. For what good do I have to concern about those pathetic people? They are the ones who should concern about themself because being cannon fodders. They should have worshiped me instead! From that thought, he has been living on a self-focused point of view. Without caring for anyone else. But for the first time in his life, he got slapped! What a nightmare it is!

A surge of anger filled his chest. He glances at the person who slapped him. Cold, murderous killing intent lingering in his eyes. The person who is being the target of the look trembles. A shiver running down his spine.

" Shixiong, I apologize for the disrespectful doing I just did. But we really need to get going! Or else we are going to get slaughtered!"

Yuan Jia frowned. Slaughtered? By who? Who dares to do such a thing to the noblest Yuan Jia? He stares at the person in front of him in confusion. That is Wang Changyi - his shidi. Why is he wearing a war suit? Puzzled by the situation, Yuan Jia starts to look around. His complexion begins to change. The cave where he is standing now is on the wreck. Many holes adorn the walls. The stone wreckage keeps falling down from the ceiling of the cave creating a small tremor. The cave lets out a dim red as it resembles the blood of the bodies that scattered all over the cave. Those bodies wearing different kinds of colors for their clothes. There are blue, green, yellow, black - wait. Black clothes?! Isn't it the typical color of demonic path cultivators? Then right now we are having a fight with them? But haven't it demonic path cultivators been destroyed since two hundred years ago?! This is absurd!

What the h*** is happening?!? Yuan Jia internally screaming. Am I hallucinating right now? I am pretty sure that I was sleeping in my bedroom! Or is it a dream? No, it's certainly a dream. There is no other explanation for this besides it. He closes his eyes and tries to pinch his left wrist real hard until it turns blue. He opens his eyes to only see his shidi's confusion face. I can't wake up!

" Shixiong, we need to retreat with the others! There is no way we can win this war now! "

Wang changyi begins to form a hand seal for summoning his sword - Fēng lěng. The thin sword appeared next to him. A light blue color covered the surface of the sword. If we stand close to it, we can feel a breeze of cold out of nowhere. Yuan Jia really doesn't understand his current state right now, so he quickly decided to follow Wang Changyi. He summoned his own sword - Xīng guāng. The summoned sword leaves it's scabbard, floating in front of him. Xing Guang is a top-quality grade sword that he got from the Zhōnggēng jī Bǎozàng mountain. The blade is very thin and it is enveloped by shimmering white ray. It deserves to be called as Yuan Jia's pride. Without wasting any more time, Yuan Jia hops onto the blade. Another hand seal is formed, the sword then streaking fast to catch up Wang Changyi.