The Legend of the Demon Hunter

【one】

"Father, mother..."

On the snow-covered Brolan Glacier, a group of wild Arctic wolves formed a circle. Their red eyes stared at one place and they let out low roars from their throats.

In the middle of the circle of Arctic wolves, a skinny girl of six or seven years old squatted on the ground and cried helplessly. The girl's parents died in the snowstorm, as did 78 men, women, and children in the village. She was the only survivor.

In the midst of hunger and cold, the little girl's life was like a candle swaying in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. However, the group of Arctic wolves seemed to be afraid of something and did not rush to pounce on her. Instead, they slowly gathered towards the center step by step, tightening the encirclement.

The little girl was so scared that she burst into tears, and her tears froze into frost on her eyelashes, but her crying did not help her at all in the desolate snowfield.

She cried until she was exhausted, but the disaster did not let her go. Death was like a big, clenched hand that tightly grasped her body. The little girl fainted in shock and fear. She lay on the ground, her crying slowly stopped, and only slight sobs were left on her body.

At this time, a wolf that was twice as big as the other adult wolves came forward. It was the leader of this pack of Arctic wolves. It vigilantly sniffed the little girl's body with its nose, and the little girl did not move.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding Arctic wolves finally let go of their fears and pounced forward quickly. The Arctic wolf king in the front also opened his bloody mouth and bit the little girl's skinny body!

At that moment, a strong storm suddenly hit the little girl's body. The Arctic Wolf King was in the center of the storm. Its huge body was shredded by the storm in just a moment, and the other Arctic wolves around were not spared. The storm swept all the Arctic wolves in a blink of an eye. They were shredded into blood foam before they even had time to roar. The white storm was dyed red by the blood and flesh of the Arctic wolves, forming a tornado that rushed straight into the sky.

The storm only lasted for a short while, and then it completely disappeared. The little girl was still lying quietly on the snow, without a trace of blood on her body, as if the storm had never happened.

And in front of her, there was a blood-red lotus growing on the snow, blooming exceptionally brightly.

【two】

I don’t know how long it took, the heavy snow dyed the ground white again, and a white-haired old man passing by walked up to the little girl and woke her up.

"Child, what is your name?"

"My name is Jin Ling'er, what's yours?"

"My name is Cang Xu."

"Where are the wolves from before? Did you save me?"

"No, when I came here I only saw you, no wolves. Child, why are you lying here?"

"Mom, Dad, and everyone in the village, they're all dead."

"Alas, another poor man who was harmed by the snowstorm. Child, today we have the chance to meet. Since you have no relatives, follow me!"

The white-haired old man held the little girl's hand, and the two walked towards the south, leaving two long footprints in the pure white snow.

"Child, do you know? The most sacred blood in the world flows in your body - the blood of the demon hunter. One day, you will become a powerful demon hunter."

"Then can I revive my dead parents and the people in the village?"

"Child, the dead cannot be resurrected. This is an iron rule in the world. You should learn to look forward."

"Well, then I must become the most powerful demon hunter and protect everyone who is alive."

【Three】

Ten years later.

The seventeen-year-old Jin Ling'er has grown into a graceful young lady, and there are many boys who admire her around her. However, these boys are very inferior in front of the beautiful and holy Jin Ling'er. Most of them just secretly love her, look at her from afar, and dare not confess their love to her, except for a boy named Ziye.

Zi Ye's skin is a healthy bronze color, and he is tall, which makes people almost forget that he is only fifteen years old. His self-confidence comes from the fact that the blood of the demon hunter also flows in his body. Zi Ye once confessed his deep love to Jin Ling'er, but Jin Ling'er rejected him.

"Zi Ye, you have many shining points and deserve a beautiful woman, but not me," said Jin Ling'er.

"Why? You know, I am willing to give everything for you." Ziye asked regretfully and unwillingly.

"Our two lives are two different paths. Our meeting today is just a coincidental intersection of the two paths. We are destined to drift apart in the future."

"Road? Is your road to save these poor people?" Ziye asked.

"Yes." Jin Ling'er nodded.

"Ling'er, you are only seventeen years old, and you have already saved hundreds of poor people. People call you a saint. Your achievements are difficult for others to achieve in their entire lives, but why do you want to sacrifice everything for it?"

Jin Ling'er smiled faintly and said, "Ziye, I don't expect you to understand me. If you had the same childhood as me, maybe you would understand."

Ziye pondered for a long time, his gaze changed from erratic to firm. He looked into Jin Ling'er's beautiful eyes and said, "Ling'er, if you are really so determined, I can help you."

"Zi Ye, you don't have to be like this. You have your own path in life." Jin Ling'er shook her head.

"Ling'er, I told you I'm willing to do anything for you." Ziye's eyes were like the deep starry sky. "Life is only a hundred years long. Even if you spend your whole life doing this, how many people can you save? I am willing to assist you with all my strength. Not only that, we can also organize a group of like-minded people to form an organization and a powerful force to save the poor together and completely change this ruthless and desperate world."

Jin Ling'er was touched by Ziye's words, and two flames burned in her eyes: "Thank you, Ziye, your idea is very good, but I need to ask Grandpa Cang Xu first."

"Let's go together!" Ziye nodded.

After listening to Jin Ling'er and Ziye's description, Cang Xu agreed without hesitation. He said cheerfully: "Since you have a common goal, then do it bravely! But before that, shouldn't you give this organization a name?"

Jin Ling'er fell into deep thought when she heard this. She accidentally saw the red lotus blooming in the snow. Its color was so bright, as if it was not from this mortal world.

"Why not just call it 'Red Lotus'?"

Jin Ling'er said lightly.