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The black mist dissipated, and the laughter of the Asura echoed in the night sky. Chu Sheng stood frozen in place, his brow furrowed tightly, like a twisted rope. The words of that guy before his death gnawed at him, scratching at his mind like a cat's claws.
"How did my parents die?" Chu Sheng clenched his fists, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
At that moment, a strange wave of energy emanated from the spot where the Asura had vanished, almost like a haunting presence. Chu Sheng focused his gaze and saw a corpse lying on the ground—it was the Asura. But this Asura was now completely different; his body was covered in black patterns, resembling a spider's web, thickly crawling all over him, making one feel nauseous.
"What the hell..." Chu Sheng approached cautiously to inspect, suddenly sensing a familiar energy wave. It felt strikingly similar to when he used the Merit Book, but it carried an evil aura, like poison wrapped in honey.
The Merit Book suddenly emitted a faint glow, as if responding to something, flickering like fireflies. A thought crossed Chu Sheng's mind—could these black patterns be related to the Merit Book? Why was it involved everywhere?
"Chu Sheng." A familiar voice came from behind him, startling Chu Sheng.
He turned around to see uncle Li standing there, appearing like a ghost. The old man's face was unusually grave, his eyes reflecting a complex emotion, like an ancient well with no bottom.
" uncle Li, how did you..." Chu Sheng began but was interrupted.
"Follow me." uncle Li's tone left no room for argument as he turned and walked away quickly, as if chased by dogs.
Chu Sheng glanced at the corpse on the ground and hesitated for a moment, thinking to himself: This old man is acting all mysterious; what is going on? But he still decided to follow. The two of them walked into a hidden chamber deep within the Heishan sect base, where it was dark as pitch and visibility was zero.
The chamber was dimly lit, with only a few oil lamps flickering in the corners. The light danced erratically on the walls, casting shadows that seemed to claw at the air. uncle Li stood before one wall with his back to Chu Sheng, remaining silent for what felt like an eternity; the atmosphere was stifling.
"Chu Sheng, there are some things I need to tell you," uncle Li's voice was hoarse, like a worn-out bellows. "That Asura... is your biological father."
"What?!"
Chu Sheng felt as if struck by lightning, his entire being frozen in place, his eyes nearly popping out. "This is impossible! Please, don't joke with me!"
"This is the truth." uncle Li turned around, a hint of pain in his eyes, as if a knife had pierced his heart. "Your mother... is the enemy of our family."
Chu Sheng's mind buzzed, the world spinning around him like he was drunk. He leaned against the wall, forcing himself to calm down, taking a deep breath. " uncle Li, please clarify this. What exactly is going on? Don't speak in riddles; my mind can't handle it."
uncle Li took a deep breath. "The Merit Book in your hands was created by our ancestors, intended for future generations to combat the Evil God. But your father... he betrayed the family and allied himself with the Evil God, becoming a traitor."
"No... this can't be..." Chu Sheng shook his head, unwilling to accept this reality, feeling as if he were in a dream.
At that moment, a vague memory suddenly flashed in his mind, like lightning splitting the night sky. It was a moonless night when he saw a man standing in a pool of blood, wielding a long knife, shrouded in black mist, like an Evil Spirit crawling out of hell. The man's face merged with that of a demon, sending chills down Chu Sheng's spine and raising goosebumps all over him.
"Do you remember now?" uncle Li sighed, his tone filled with helplessness. "That night, under the Evil God's temptation, your father went mad and slaughtered the entire family like a rabid dog. But he didn't realize that your mother sacrificed her life to protect you by placing a seal on you to make you forget everything. She truly was a great mother."
More images flooded Chu Sheng's mind like scenes from a movie: mysterious rituals, ancient symbols, and his mother's tears before her death... Everything became clear, unfolding before him like a cruel painting.
"That Merit Book..." Chu Sheng's voice trembled as if he were about to cry.
"Was bought with your mother's life," uncle Li said heavily. "She knew that your father's blood flowed through you and feared you would be influenced by the Evil God and go astray. So she exchanged her life for this Merit Book, hoping to guide you onto the right path. Her intentions were truly noble."
Chu Sheng clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as veins bulged on the back of his hands. He finally understood why he felt a warm power every time he used the Merit Book. It was his mother's love—her final gift to him and the motivation for him to survive.
" uncle Li, is there anything else I don't know?" Chu Sheng's voice quivered like leaves falling in autumn wind.
uncle Li looked at Chu Sheng, her eyes filled with concern, much like a hen protecting her chicks. "Chu Sheng, things are far more complicated than you think. Your father is merely a pawn; the true mastermind lurks in the shadows, like a group of rats hiding in the sewers. They have been searching for you because you possess a special bloodline..."
Suddenly, a violent explosion echoed from outside, shaking the ground with a thunderous roar that interrupted uncle Li's words. The entire secret chamber trembled, dust cascading down like snow.
"This is bad!" uncle Li's face changed dramatically. "They're here!"
"Who is here?" Chu Sheng asked warily, his heart racing.
Before uncle Li could respond, the door to the chamber was blasted open, splintering wood flying everywhere. A shadow darted in like lightning, bringing with it an overwhelming sense of oppression that felt like a mountain pressing down.
"Heh heh, after searching for so long, I finally found you," a cold voice slithered through the air, reminiscent of a snake flicking its tongue. "The heir to my master's bloodline..."
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