Seven Gods Guardian: Gun King Mission

It is recorded in the diary.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the house through the window. Liu lay quietly in bed, a faint smile on her lips, as if she had simply fallen into a deep sleep. However, her life had quietly passed away, bidding farewell to this world forever.

The Blood Knife King stood blankly by the bed, his eyes gazing at his wife's peaceful face, tears welling uncontrollably. Their son clung to his father, also weeping uncontrollably. The home, once filled with laughter and joy, was now shrouded in endless sorrow.

This sudden change struck the Blood Knife King like a bolt of lightning. He deeply realized that in this cruel and realistic world, even if one possesses a respectable reputation, without the solid backing of wealth, all hope is but a fleeting illusion, a castle in the air. From that moment on, the Blood Knife King resolved to change his ways.

In the past, he might have cared more about his reputation in the underworld; but now, his focus has shifted entirely to accumulating wealth. Those empty names no longer matter to him; only tangible money can provide him and his son with a sense of security and safety in life.

At the same time, he also knew that in order to survive in this world where the strong prey on the weak, strong strength was essential. Therefore, he began to spare no effort to train and improve his son's martial arts skills, hoping that one day his son would be able to stand on his own.

The father and son depended on each other for survival, living a difficult yet resolute life. To find a feng shui-worthy burial site for his beloved wife, the Blood Knife King carefully placed her ashes in an exquisite iron box. Wherever he went, the box remained by his side, a cherished symbol of his heart.

Fate is always full of dramatic twists and turns. The diary begins here, describing how the Blood Knife King joined the Wind Wolf Village.

On a beautiful, sunny day, the Blood Knife King and his son were traveling through the martial arts world. Suddenly, the sky became overcast, the wind blew violently, and an unprecedented storm swept in. The Blood Knife King and his son lost their way in the inclement weather and, by chance, stumbled into a place called Wind Wolf Village.

This mountain stronghold already had a certain reputation, and when the village chief learned that the man before him was the renowned Blood Knife King, he couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration. After all, the Blood Knife King's name had long been known throughout the martial arts world, and his superior martial arts skills and sharp swordsmanship were feared by everyone.

On the day that the Blood Knife King and his son joined the Wind Wolf Village, the village chief gave him the position of the third in command without hesitation due to his great reputation.

However, the Blood Knife King knew that the world was dangerous and people's hearts were unpredictable. In order to protect his son's safety, after careful consideration, he decided not to reveal his son's true identity to everyone for the time being. He just said casually that he was his younger brother who had followed him for many years.

From then on, the father and son started a new life in Fenglang Mountain Village. They gradually adapted to the environment here and established a deep friendship with the brothers in the village.

Time flies, and nothing particularly big happened in between.

One day, the peaceful Wind Wolf Village faced a great crisis: a powerful human army came to encircle and suppress them. Facing the menacing enemy, the brothers of the Wind Wolf Village stood up to resist. However, the human army was well-trained and well-equipped, and the difference in strength between the two sides was huge.

In the fierce battle, the former leader rushed into the enemy camp to save his trapped brothers. Although he was extremely brave, he was outnumbered and was seriously injured by a man holding a red long knife.

They escaped only after paying a heavy price. At the last moment of his life, the former village chief used all his strength to tightly hold the Blood Knife King's hand, and said his last words with hope in his eyes.

"Xue Dao, I believe that only you can lead our Fenglang Village out of the predicament and restore our former glory! From today on, you are the new leader of Fenglang Village! You must take good care of my brothers." After saying this, the boss slowly closed his eyes and left this world.

The heartbroken Blood Knife King took on this heavy responsibility. He vowed to live up to the trust and protect the Wind Wolf Village and every brother in the village.

The Soul-Bewitching Blade left by the former village chief became the most powerful weapon in the hands of the Blood Knife King. From then on, the Blood Knife King relied on his martial arts and wisdom to lead the brothers of the Wind Wolf Village to defeat powerful enemies time and time again, writing their own legendary story.

He still remembered that when he first obtained this mysterious and powerful weapon, his heart was full of surprise and anticipation.

However, reality hit him hard. He found that he was completely unable to control the power of this weapon! Not only that, the weapon also released an extremely terrifying mental impact that almost devoured his consciousness.

In this life-or-death situation, he gritted his teeth and fought with all his might. But no matter how hard he struggled, he could not withstand the surging force. In desperation, he made a surprising move—he used the sharp blade in his hand to fiercely carve a deep scar on his face.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining his face red, but at the same time, the mental shock from the weapon seemed to be temporarily suppressed.

And so, after a difficult struggle, he finally managed to withstand the weapon's ravages. And from that moment on, perhaps the once-mighty Blood Knife King vanished completely. The man standing here now had become the chieftain of Wind Wolf Village.

As time went by, they searched around and eventually found a new ideal place, where they rebuilt a brand new Wind Wolf Village. Gradually, the number of people in their village began to return to its previous level.

Even more fortunately, the Blood Knife King stumbled upon a piece of land with excellent feng shui in the back mountains. So, with endless longing and attachment for his late wife, he personally buried her ashes in this peaceful and tranquil land.

He used the iron box containing her ashes to fill it with a lot of gold, silver and jewelry he had stolen. He wanted to use this method to tell his wife that he was no longer poor and had money, and she could rest in peace.

The position of Third Master, previously held by the Blood Knife King, was naturally inherited by his son. This was, of course, the result of both his meticulous planning and his son's tireless efforts.

To prevent unnecessary gossip and speculation, he carefully kept the father-son relationship between the two a secret. No one else in the world knew about this hidden past of his, except the Blood Knife King himself.

Later, one time when the Blood Knife King was traveling outside, he happened to meet a woman who looked very similar to Liu. This woman was Li Ling.

When his eyes met Li Ling's familiar face, all the memories of his past with his ex-wife suddenly flooded back to his mind, causing the Blood Knife King to recall those wonderful times. So, without a word, he forcibly abducted Li Ling back to the mountain stronghold and made her his wife.

However, having Li Ling alone was far from enough to satisfy Blood Knife King's deep desire to find his ex-wife. In order to find more of his wife's shadow, he worked tirelessly to search everywhere, and after going through untold hardships, he finally found several women who looked exactly like his ex-wife.

Not only that, in order to completely control these women and make them obey him, the Blood Knife King also used his secret weapon - the Soul-Bewitching Blade. With this weapon, he successfully controlled their wills and turned these women into zombie-like puppets who had no independent consciousness and were at the mercy of others.