The Heavenly Dragon's Beginning in the Journey Through the Heavens

Over the years, hatred has grown and spread like a malignant tumor in Xiao Yuanshan's heart, devouring his reason and emotions.

Nevertheless, Qiao Feng's series of sharp questions were like a lightning bolt cleaving through the darkness, directly restoring a sliver of clarity to Xiao Yuanshan's heart.

At the same time, he also felt a strange sense of guilt towards Qiao Feng.

As Qiao Feng said, if everything went according to his carefully designed plan, he would eventually fall into an abyss and become an object of contempt by everyone.

Thinking of this, even the seemingly insane Xiao Yuanshan felt an indescribable shame, as if countless ants were gnawing at his heart.

He couldn't imagine the devastating blow Qiao Feng would suffer when he finally learned the truth if the plan succeeded.

Xiao Yuanshan knew he had wronged Qiao Feng, but he couldn't stop his pursuit of revenge.

Although he could not suppress the guilt in his heart, the endless hatred had already taken deep root in his soul, making him unable to extricate himself from it.

“I know this is unfair to you, but do you know how I’ve spent these years?” His voice was filled with pain and helplessness.

"Years ago, I happily took you and your mother home to visit our family, but I never imagined we'd encounter a group of ruthless thugs on the way. They coldly and mercilessly murdered your mother; she died on the spot. At that moment, my heart shattered completely, and it felt as if the whole world had lost its color."

"I thought you had gone with your mother, and heartbroken, I jumped off the cliff with you both in my arms. However, it seemed that fate didn't want me to end my life like that. In mid-air, I heard your faint cries. It turned out that you had only fainted, not died."

"I didn't want to see you die with us, so in despair I made a difficult decision—to throw you off a cliff. I hoped you would survive, even if there was only a sliver of hope. As for me, I would continue to fall into the abyss, awaiting death."

"Perhaps it was a cruel twist of fate, but I miraculously survived. However, I was also severely injured, and my physical condition deteriorated drastically."

"After I recovered from my injuries, I began investigating what happened back then. In the process, I gradually uncovered one shocking truth after another. At the same time, I also learned your true identity."

“But I also found out the killer’s identity at that time, so I couldn’t acknowledge you then, because that would only hurt you.”

"That's why I've been plotting revenge all these years, but I haven't acted rashly because the enemies are all extraordinary."

"Besides, I don't want to kill them easily; I want them to suffer terribly before they die."

Xiao Yuanshan's voice was low and hoarse as he recounted his story, filled with endless pain and indignation.

Qiao Feng was also unsettled. Although he had heard Ling Feng recount the events of that year, Ling Feng's account was not as detailed as Xiao Yuanshan's.

Hearing his father recount the past like this, the waves in his heart surged even more.

Xiao Yuanshan continued:

"Those people ruined our family, caused your mother's tragic death, and made my life worse than death!"

His eyes flashed with hatred, as if he wanted to devour all his enemies.

Qiao Feng clenched his fists, filled with anger and hatred towards the murderers.

However, he still couldn't help but ask:

"So how have you managed all these years?"

A trace of sadness flashed across Xiao Yuanshan's face:

"For more than twenty years, I have been searching for those enemies. I traveled around, gathering information, and finally learned some of the truth. It turns out that the leader back then was none other than Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple."

Qiao Feng stared wide-eyed at his father in disbelief:

"What? It's him?"

Xiao Yuanshan said through gritted teeth:

“That’s right, it’s him! He has a high status and great power, so I haven’t made any rash moves all these years.”

Qiao Feng frowned:

"Are you just going to let him go like this?"

Xiao Yuanshan sneered:

"Of course not! I, Xiao Yuanshan, am not the kind of person who would swallow insults. Over the years, I have done a lot behind the scenes. One day, I will make them pay the price!"

After a moment of silence, Qiao Feng slowly spoke:

“I know you have hatred in your heart, but I hope you won’t go to extremes. There are grievances and debts, and we can settle accounts with those who are truly our enemies, but we shouldn’t involve innocent people.”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan's eyes widened in anger:

"What do you mean by innocent? When those people killed your mother, did they ever consider whether she was innocent? They caused my wife and children to be separated, and caused you to lose your parents when you were young. How can we not avenge such a blood feud?"

Qiao Feng sighed helplessly:

“I understand how you feel. But if we indiscriminately kill innocent people like they do, how are we any different from those evil people?”

Qiao Feng grew up in the Song Dynasty and possessed the chivalrous spirit and clear sense of right and wrong that a true hero should have. Naturally, he was unwilling to harm innocent people.

But Xiao Yuanshan was different. He was the biggest victim of the Yanmen Pass incident back then. He was ambushed by martial arts figures from the Central Plains, which led to the destruction of his family and death.

Although he has now reunited with his son Qiao Feng, how could he possibly tolerate the grudge from back then?

Xiao Yuanshan's face contorted with rage as he gritted his teeth and said:

"Hmph! Since they say I covet the martial arts manuals of the Song Dynasty, then we'll grant their wish and seize the manuals. As for those enemies, I won't let any of them go; I'll make them pay the price."

At this moment, Ling Feng, who had been outside the door, sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere inside and went in.

He had just entered when he heard Xiao Yuanshan's words, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

If it weren't for that old fox Murong Bo stirring things up and deliberately creating conflict back then, perhaps these tragedies wouldn't have happened.

Looking at the father and son who had just reunited, Ling Feng felt he should tell them the truth so they would know who the real mastermind was.

"Brother, Uncle, there are some hidden details about what happened back then that you probably don't know."

Ling Feng's voice slowly rang out, startling both of them.

In fact, they had always had some doubts and guesses in their hearts, but they couldn't be sure.

Xiao Yuanshan, in particular, has been secretly investigating the events of that year for years, but he has never been able to find out who the person who spread the false information was.

Now that Ling Feng has suddenly said such a thing, it is clear that he has obtained some important information.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Qiao Feng quickly regained his composure.

He stared intently at Ling Feng, his eyes filled with anticipation and anxiety, and said:

"Second brother, since you say so, you must know some inside information. Could you tell me everything?"

At this moment, Qiao Feng was filled with anxiety because he desperately wanted to know the truth.

After all, the father and son undoubtedly hated the person who spread the false information more than the murderers.

If this person hadn't spread false information, the Yanmen Pass massacre might never have happened.