My Life As A Soul Master

Death And Rebirth P3

As we were running from the psychopathic cultivator, we were nowhere near to killing him. His skin is tough as iron, so our swords wouldn't work in the first place. Lan Zhan strum his qin, blue light embraced the cultivator with killing intent.
I played ChenQing to slow him down as we escape from him. He seemed to know what we were about to do, he slashed the light coming for him, and grabbed me by the waist.

He chuckled. "So, the famous, and feared Yiling Patriarch got caught by some cultivator, and can't even attack him!" Lan Zhan held on tight to BiChen, as well as the others came in, they surrounded the mysterious cultivator.
I smirked. 'Who's the weak one now?' I asked in my head. Yet, he didn't seem afraid, but amused.

"Let him go." A-Yuan camly said, though you could feel rage from him.

"I'll break your legs, and feed you to Fairy if you don't." Jin Ling snarled.

"Yeah. I'm gonna stab you in the chest, and then you'll never see the light again." Jingyi said angrily.
What was most dangerous is that if anybody would dare to hurt me, even a single scratch on the face, could possibly---no, they would be singing their own death warrant. 
Who would want to hurt me? I dont know, but I intend to find out. You're crazy enough to try and hurt me, Lan Zhan will chop your head off, if you do.

"How nice. Sadly, I won't be the one that's dying here." I froze.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Cheng asked. "You're obviously surrounded by us, there's only one of you against twenty of us." He sneered at the man restraining me.

He clicked his tongue. "Really? Then, remind me again, Wei WuXian protected Hanguang Jun by the mist. Obviously thinking that it wouldn't do harm to him because he's a demonic cultivator." I froze. No wonder, that must be the answer to why I was feeling weak as I played ChenQing.

I felt pain in my stomach, and saw a hand. I fell down, leaving the physco laughing with evil glee. More and more hands came out of my body, making me losing blood, as well as killing me.

"Wei Ying!" Lan Zhan rushed to me, but was flung by a wall of barrier.

I looked up the cultivator. "I destroyed both pieces a long time ago, and I can't rebuild it since it was made by Xue Yang himself." His smile turned turned to a straight line. "If you wish to kill me, I have one favour and you must swear on the Core Oath."

He shrugged. "Fine, What's the favour?"

My eyes started to close. "You must neverharm anybody from Yunmeng, Lanling, Gusu, and Qinghe."

He smirked. "As well as the other clans?"

I nodded weakly.

"I only wanted you, not the others but I swear in the Cores Oath that I will never harm any cultivators from different sects."

'Lan Zhan, live happily,'

I felt---warm, something was holding me. Rough, calloused hands held me against this mysterious persons chest.

"Hou Tian, look at our son!" A woman's soft voice exclaimed.

"He looks just like you," A deep voice of a man made me think 'my father?'.
"He'll be a great Soul Master, when he grows up."
I struggled to open my eyes. I saw my parents at this world. My Mother had dark, blue hair, wearing a silky intricate dress, and my Father's brown hair made him look like he's theory years old. He wore civilian clothes, with he colors of brown, and white.
Mother's eyes twinkle with happiness, skin like the color of peach, eyes blue as the water, while my Father had tanned skin, and brown, warm eyes.

"Oh, look! Tang San opened his eyes!" Mother said excitedly. "Welcome to the world of Soul Masters , my son."

"I'm happy he is here, but what about-----" Then, a blast shook the entire room. Father cursed out loud.
Mother quickly wrapped me in a white clothe, and ran with Father.

"They found us!" Father had a huge hammer in his hand, surrounded with lightning. " How is possible that they found us so quickly?"

Mother looked calm, but fear, and worry vibrated through her. "Let's not tarry that, what s important is that he's here. And Hou Tian, I'm sorry that we have to part." She kissed my forehead, then my Fathers. He tried to grab her arm, but blue vines trapped us in a shell.

The last trying I heard was a man panicking about some sacrifice thing, while father yelling. "NO!"