I want to go back to my original world and live an ordinary life.

While Qiuyan was sleeping, Qiuyan's master came to a palace alone. The palace looked very majestic and grand. Qiuyan's master walked straight to the palace gate. As soon as he reached the gate, the palace door opened by itself. Qiuyan's master did not hesitate and went straight into the palace. As soon as he entered, Qiuyan's master saw a young man in a purple robe sitting in the middle of the palace drinking tea, and in front of him was a chessboard.

The young man didn't react much when he saw Master Qiu Yan come in. He just held the teacup in one hand and stared at the chessboard in front of him and said calmly, "Is there something that Master Hong wants to do here late at night?"

"I don't come to your temple without a reason. If I had nothing to do, how could I dare to disturb you, the king of beasts, in the middle of the night?" Qiu Yan's master said as he walked, looking very casual. He walked straight to the young man and sat down. Then, as if he was at home, he picked up the kettle on the table and poured himself a cup of tea and drank it.

"Well! This tea is good. You really know how to enjoy it." Master Qiu Yan did not forget to give his comments after drinking it.

It seemed that the young man was already accustomed to Master Qiu Yan's behavior. He was not angry at Master Qiu Yan's behavior. He just turned his head slowly after Master Qiu Yan finished speaking, looked at Master Qiu Yan and said, "Tell me, why did you come to me this time?" The young man's tone was very flat, as if without any emotion. After he finished speaking, the young man did not wait for Master Qiu Yan's answer, but turned around and looked at the chessboard again.

Master Hong didn't seem to care about the young man's attitude. He smiled and said to the young man, "I have lived for thousands of years, and I have been alone for thousands of years. But just yesterday, I accepted an apprentice, and now he is in my peach forest. Although he has no talent for cultivation, I still plan to entrust everything I have to him and help him become a strong man. During this period, it is inevitable that some of your people will be hurt. I know that you are the most protective of your people, so I came here specially to tell you, so that you won't accuse me of bullying the younger generation." After Master Qiu Yan finished speaking, he poured himself a cup of tea and drank it.

"Is that all?" After hearing what Master Qiu Yan said, the young man picked up a chess piece and placed it on the chessboard, his tone still calm.

"That's right, that's it!" Master Qiu Yan said affirmatively.

"If that's the case, you can take any of the spiritual beasts below level 100 in this mountain. After all, this is the first time you've accepted a disciple in thousands of years. As a friend, I should support you." The young man said with a faint smile.

"Friend?" Qiu Yan's master laughed when he heard the word, and then said to the young man, "For thousands of years, I have always thought that I was alone and had no friends. I didn't expect that I actually had a friend like you." After that, Qiu Yan's master laughed again. As for the young man's permission to deal with the spirit beasts below level 100 in the mountains, Old Hong was not surprised, because he knew that the young man would definitely agree to this, otherwise he would not come.

"What? Mr. Hong thinks we are not friends?" The young man said and stared at Mr. Hong with a hint of expectation in his eyes, as if he took this issue very seriously.

"Well... sort of!" Qiu Yan's master thought about it and said reluctantly. In fact, it was not that Mr. Hong was pretending to be noble, but he really didn't know whether he and the King of All Beasts were friends. Although he and the King of All Beasts had traveled and practiced together, and he had helped the King of All Beasts ascend to the throne, these things were based on the common interests of the two, so Mr. Hong really didn't know whether such an acquaintance could be considered a friend.

The young man seemed to have expected Master Hong's answer. After all, they had known each other for thousands of years, not just a day or two. The young man was very clear about Master Hong's character, so after hearing Master Hong's answer, the young man just smiled faintly and did not dwell on the topic anymore. He just turned his head back to the chessboard and said faintly, "You are always alone, and you have been like this for thousands of years. Why do you suddenly want to take in a disciple now?"

Hearing the young man's question, Old Man Hong's expression changed slightly. He picked up the kettle and poured himself a cup of tea. Then he slowly exhaled and said, "Before, I did think it was good to be alone, but now I am dying, so I am thinking of finding an apprentice to carry on my legacy. This way, after I leave this world, at least someone will remember me." Old Man Hong's tone was very calm when he said this, as if he had seen through life and death.

After hearing that Mr. Hong would not live long, the young man stopped the chess piece that was about to be dropped. He did not drop it until Mr. Hong finished speaking. Then he turned to look at Mr. Hong with a serious expression and said, "You are a ninth-rank spiritual master with a lifespan of nearly ten thousand years. If I remember correctly, you should be only over five thousand years old this year. How come you will not live long?" The young man's tone was a little unbelievable at this time, but he knew Mr. Hong's character. Mr. Hong seldom joked, let alone such things.

“Normally it is true, but just a few days ago, when I fought with the Golden Winged Roc, I barely managed to kill it, but he also used the last of his strength to cut off my life. Now I only have about three years left at most.” After saying this, Old Master Hong was afraid that the young man would not believe him, so he added, “The red moon was shattered when I fought with the Golden Winged Roc.” Old Master Hong simply explained to the young man why he would not live long, with some helplessness in his tone.

"Golden Winged Dapeng?" The young man's face changed slightly when he heard the Golden Winged Dapeng. He didn't care about the fact that Old Hong and the Golden Winged Dapeng smashed the red moon. After all, they could still smash a moon with their strength, and the red moon was very close to the mainland. He was just curious about why Old Hong was willing to pay such a price to fight the Golden Winged Dapeng.

He naturally knew about the Golden Winged Dapeng, who was also a ninth-level great spiritual master, and had advanced to the ninth-level great spiritual master earlier than Old Hong. Although he had heard that Old Hong and the Golden Winged Dapeng had fought each other more than three thousand years ago, and there was some grudge between them, it was only because of some minor matters. Besides, it had been three thousand years since that incident, and the two of them had never met in the past three thousand years, at least that was what the young man knew. So he didn't understand why the two of them would fight to the death, so the young man asked Old Hong, "Old Hong, what grudge do you have with the Golden Winged Dapeng, and why do you have to fight to the death?"

Hearing the young man's question, Old Hong smiled faintly. In fact, he was reluctant to tell others about this matter. For thousands of years, he had kept it in the deepest part of his heart. But now that the Golden Winged Dapeng was dead and he was dying, it didn't matter if he told the young man about it. So, after thinking for a while, Old Hong said to the young man, "The world only knows that I had a great battle with the Golden Winged Dapeng over a trivial matter three thousand years ago, but no one knows that I have an irreconcilable blood feud with the Golden Winged Dapeng."

At this point, the always smiling old man Hong showed anger on his face, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. Although his tone was still calm, anyone could hear his hatred for the Golden Winged Dapeng. After a few seconds of silence, Hong slowly calmed himself down and returned to his previous state, and then continued, "Speaking of the hatred between this old man and the Golden Winged Dapeng, it started more than 5,000 years ago." At this point, Hong paused, his eyes full of memories, and then he told the young man the whole story of his grievances with the Golden Winged Dapeng.

It turned out that Mr. Hong was originally a spirit beast living in the Xitian Mountains. Like ordinary spirit beasts, he turned into a human form after his spiritual power reached level 100. After that, he began to travel around and practice. During this period, he met a girl, or more precisely, a spirit beast that had reached level 100 and turned into a human form. He met and fell in love with the girl, and eventually got together. They settled down in a place in the Xitian Mountains. A few years later, their child was born. It turned out that Mr. Hong thought that his life would be spent in such a plain and warm time. But one day a few years later, the Golden Winged Dapeng accidentally passed by Mr. Hong's home and saw Mr. Hong's young and beautiful wife, so he became lustful and wanted Mr. Hong's wife to follow him. Mr. Hong's wife was of course unwilling, and Mr. Hong himself directly tried to drive away the Golden Winged Dapeng, but at that time, the Golden Winged Dapeng was more than a thousand years old, and his cultivation was much higher than Mr. Hong, and he was already a fifth-level great spiritual master. The cultivation of Old Hong, a first-class great spiritual master, was completely insignificant in front of the Golden Winged Dapeng. After a few moves, Old Hong was seriously injured and lay on the ground unable to move. At this time, the Golden Winged Dapeng wanted to forcibly take Old Hong's wife away. Old Hong's wife was also a first-class great spiritual master at the time. She fought hard, but the difference in strength was too great, and she could not resist at all.

At this time, Mr. Hong's son, who was a few years old, ran out of the house. Seeing someone was going to take his mother away, he ran up and hugged the legs of the Golden Winged Dapeng tightly, crying and shouting to stop the Golden Winged Dapeng from taking his mother away, but was kicked away by the Golden Winged Dapeng and hit a stone and died on the spot. When Mr. Hong's mother saw her child being killed, she became angry. She changed from human form back to beast form and launched a fierce attack on the Golden Winged Dapeng. Although the strength of the spirit beast will be improved when it turns into its original form, this improvement is also limited. In the face of absolute power, this improvement can be said to be insignificant, so after a few rounds, Mr. Hong's wife was also severely injured and unable to move. Of course, this was still the case when the Golden Winged Dapeng deliberately held back. If not, a fifth-level great spiritual master could take their lives in an instant.

After severely injuring Mr. Hong's wife, the Golden Winged Dapeng captured Mr. Hong's wife like a hunter catching prey, and prepared to take her back to his territory. But Mr. Hong's wife would not follow the Golden Winged Dapeng obediently, because she knew very well what would happen to her if she was taken back by the Golden Winged Dapeng, and she would not want to be someone else's plaything even if she died. So, thinking of this, Mr. Hong's wife took advantage of the fact that the Golden Winged Dapeng had not had time to seal her elixir, and she resolutely chose to self-destruct and defend her dignity with her life. Mr. Hong saw all this. Taking away his wife and killing his son, what hatred and resentment in the world is greater than this? Although he wanted to stand up and fight with the Golden Winged Dapeng, he was too seriously injured, and coupled with the endless grief and anger in his heart, Mr. Hong fainted at that time.

I don't know how long it took, but Mr. Hong slowly opened his eyes. The Golden Winged Dapeng had gone, and only the bodies of his children and wife were left there. It was raining heavily at this time. Seeing the bodies of his children and wife lying quietly in the rain, he cried. He cried very loudly. He looked up to the sky and cursed God, asking why he treated him like this, why he didn't let him die with his wife and children, and why he wanted him to wake up. But no matter how much he cried and cursed, it was useless. No one would respond to him. In this way, Mr. Hong knelt in the rain and cried. I don't know how long it took, the rain gradually stopped, and Mr. Hong's heart slowly calmed down. At this time, he stopped crying. He wiped the tears and rain on his face, slowly walked to the side of his wife's body, gently stroked his wife's body and said, "You go first, and I will come to you after I have avenged you!"

After saying that, Old Hong buried his body and the body of his child. Although he decided to seek revenge, Old Hong knew that his strength was far from enough. In order to prevent the Golden Winged Dapeng from finding out that he was still alive and causing trouble for him, or because he was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his anger after seeing the Golden Winged Dapeng again and thus do something extreme, he chose to leave the Xitian Mountains and come to the Dongtian Mountains. From then on, he embarked on a road of revenge that lasted for thousands of years.