After traveling through time, I was raised by a little brat

The temple at night was eerily quiet, as if time had stood still. All around was pitch black, save for the bonfire in the temple courtyard, which still blazed, its crackling sound intermittently. The flickering flames cast shadows all around, and the people sitting around the temple, exhausted from the long wait, gradually fell drowsy.

Outside, the sky was obscured by thick, dark clouds. Raindrops as large as beans poured down, pounding the ground in streaks of water. Rainy nights like these always made people feel inexplicably uneasy. Just like the plots in the novels Tang Wenshu had read in his previous life, whenever someone sought refuge from the wind and rain in a temple on a rainy night, something unexpected was bound to happen.

At that moment, the tranquil atmosphere, previously filled only by the interweaving sounds of rain and burning flames, was suddenly shattered by a subtle noise. The sound was faint, as if deliberately hidden, yet it was certainly present in the silence. Uncle Mu opened his eyes alertly, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, staring straight out of the temple.

In the dim, bean-like light of the fire, one could vaguely discern a dozen dark, ghostly figures, stealthily infiltrating this ancient and tranquil temple under the cover of darkness. Their movements were nimble and light, as if blending seamlessly into the night. Soundlessly, like ghosts wandering through the darkness, they were clearly highly skilled and rigorously trained.

At that moment, Uncle Mu, who had been observing from the shadows, stood up without hesitation. With steady, powerful steps, he walked towards a corner of the temple with familiarity. The area was cluttered with miscellaneous items, but Uncle Mu, as if familiar with everything, effortlessly reached out and accurately pulled out an ordinary, unremarkable firewood stick from the pile.

However, what happened next was jaw-dropping. Uncle Mu flicked the fire stick in his hand with a gentle flick of his finger, and in an instant, a strange light flashed. In the blink of an eye, the ordinary fire stick transformed into a gleaming sword! The sword's blade was long and slender, its lines flowing and natural, like a dragon dancing in the air.

At that moment, the blazing torches in the courtyard illuminated the surroundings brilliantly. The sword, illuminated by the flames, shone with a dazzling brilliance, so bright it was almost impossible to look directly at. Simultaneously, a stream of chilling air continuously emanated from the blade, turning the surrounding air seemingly icy cold in an instant.

A closer look at the sword's hilt reveals a surprising discovery of several priceless, glittering gems. These gems shimmer with captivating brilliance, some red like a blazing fire, some green like emerald, some blue like the deep sea... Their interplay and radiance complement each other, fully highlighting the sword's unparalleled nobility and hinting that its former owner must have possessed an extraordinary status and lofty position.

Uncle Mu's face was as gloomy as water, his eyes fixed on the front, his right hand gripping the hilt like a pair of pliers. He took a deep breath, then exerted force suddenly. With a crisp "clang" sound, the longsword whizzed out of the scabbard like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Instantly, a flash of icy sword light streaked across the night sky, like lightning tearing through the darkness. The incredibly sharp blade gleamed with a chilling glint, as if it could easily sever any obstacle in the world.

At that moment, a sharp, piercing whistle rang through the sky, like an arrow piercing the silence of the rainy night. This whistle was like the charge horn of the men in black, instantly igniting their fighting spirit and murderous intent.

As the whistle sounded, the group of men in black who had been hiding in the darkness emerged like ghosts. Each of them held a sharp blade, their faces gleaming with ferocity, and they let out a deep roar as they rushed towards Uncle Mu like a surging tide.

Faced with such a perilous situation, Uncle Mu showed no fear. He stood firmly on his feet, his hands tightly gripping the gleaming sword, his arm muscles tense and veins bulging. With a loud shout, he swung the sword with all his might, and it drew a beautiful arc through the air.

A clear and melodious sword cry, like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, echoed throughout the space, trembling. It felt as if the sword had lain dormant for a thousand years, finally sensing its master's mighty power once again, and leaped for joy with excitement.

At this moment, Uncle Mu swung his sword with the ferocity of a hurricane. The force of the sword seemed to tear the entire world apart, surging forward with the force of a tidal wave, covering the sky and the sun. Each swing of the sword was accompanied by a deafening thunderclap. Its power was so great that it was like a mountain crushing an egg, leaving the opponent with no power to fight back.

Even though he was facing several vicious and cold-blooded killers at the same time, Uncle Mu remained calm and composed. His eyes were as cold as stars, revealing an extremely firm and ruthless light.

"Mu Huaisheng, I advise you to just lay down your weapons and surrender! We have gathered many top masters here. You will never be able to escape from us by yourself!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from the crowd, as loud as a huge bell.

As soon as the words fell, another person laughed mockingly and said loudly: "Former leader of the martial arts world, Mu Huaisheng, you were also a powerful figure in the world back then, but who could have expected that you would disappear for a full ten years. Everyone had originally guessed that you had hidden in some deep mountains to practice some peerless magic skills, but you never thought that you were hiding in this desolate and remote suburbs, living like a savage. Hahaha... This is really funny and ridiculous!" After this person finished speaking, he immediately caused a burst of unbridled laughter from the onlookers around.

However, despite these people's sarcasm, threats and inducements, Uncle Mu remained silent. He only raised his right hand slightly, flicked his wrist lightly, and instantly swung out another exquisite sword flower. With a "swish", the extremely sharp sword tip pierced straight into the enemy in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, the comer was pushed back several steps.

"I've been away from the martial arts world for over ten years, yet why do you still insist on forcing me to come and disturb my rare peaceful sleep?" Uncle Mu finally spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, as if it came from ancient times. Although his words revealed a hint of helplessness and anger, his tone was still as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, without a trace of warmth.

At that moment, the leader, standing at the forefront of the black-clad group, suddenly took a step forward. He was a burly figure, his face thick with flesh, his eagle eyes flashing with a cold light. His lips curled up slightly, revealing a sinister smile. Then, in a chilling voice, he said, "Hmph! Old fellow, if you know what's good for you, hand over the secret manual of the Jade Blood Sword Technique! In consideration of your advanced age, I will show some mercy and allow you to leave an intact body! Otherwise, hehe... today is your death! Don't blame us for being ruthless and leaving you wishing you were dead!" With that, he swung his long sword fiercely, and a flash of cold light instantly cut through the air, heading straight for Uncle Mu.

"That's a harmful artifact. I destroyed it long ago!" Mu Huaisheng said solemnly, a flicker of pain and determination in his eyes. He recalled how that terrifying artifact had unleashed a bloody storm on the martial arts world, claiming the lives of countless innocent people, including his beloved wife and children. Every time he thought of it, his heart ached like it was being torn apart. So, he resolutely ordered the complete destruction of the infamous Jade Blood Sword Technique, leaving not a single trace behind. After a long and arduous effort, he finally eliminated all traces of the Jade Blood Sword Technique from the martial arts world. Disheartened, he retreated into the mountains, cloistered in seclusion.

At that moment, a gentle voice shattered the silence: "Uncle Mu..." Tang Wenshu, who had been soundly asleep leaning against Tang Qi, was startled awake by the commotion. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she softly called out. The voice startled the black-clad men, who had been preoccupied with the confrontation, to realize that so many people were in this seemingly dilapidated temple.

"Who are you? Why are you here with him?" The leader in black clothes frowned tightly, his face full of vigilance, and asked in a sharp tone, "If you don't want to lose your life, get out of here as soon as possible!" After that, his sharp eyes like a hawk began to scan back and forth at Tang Qi and others, as if he wanted to peek into some unknown secrets through their facial expressions and body movements.

However, facing such hostile and blunt questioning, Tang Qi remained impassive, fearlessly retorting, "You are the ones who should leave!" In reality, it wasn't that Tang Qi and his group were unwilling to leave. Rather, it was that the soldiers originally assigned to guard the area had already regained consciousness during the sudden chaos. At that moment, each of them stood nervously by, their eyes fixed on the fierce, tense battle unfolding in the courtyard. In such a situation, how could Tang Qi and his companions easily withdraw?