The Tragedy of Qingfeng Village

I still remember the day when my life went to hell. It was a typical afternoon in Qingfeng Village, and I, Yuan Hailong, was on my way back from chopping firewood in the nearby forest. Sweat dripped down my brow, and the dirt on my face itched. I couldn't wait to get back home, drop this damn bundle of wood, and wash up.

As I approached the village, a faint smell of smoke tickled my nostrils. "Damn it, who's burning shit again?" I muttered under my breath. I picked up my pace, hoping to find the idiot responsible and give them a piece of my mind.

But as I got closer, I realized this wasn't just some careless villager. The entire village was ablaze, the thick, black smoke choking the sky. The screams and cries of my fellow villagers tore through the air, and my heart clenched in my chest.

I dropped the firewood and sprinted toward my home, praying that my parents were safe. They were skilled cultivators, once renowned throughout the land. But years ago, they had given up that life to raise me in peace. They should've been able to handle any threat, right?

The sight of my home, engulfed in flames, shattered my hope. "Mom! Dad!" I yelled, my voice cracking with fear and desperation. I could barely see through the smoke, my eyes watering from the heat and the haze.

As I stumbled through the wreckage of my home, I spotted my parents lying on the ground, their bodies battered and bloody. Their eyes were closed, and their chests didn't rise or fall with breath. I choked on a sob, my vision blurring with tears. "No, please, no…"

It was then that I saw them – the bastards responsible for this nightmare. Five black-robed figures stood nearby, their faces hidden by sinister masks. The insignia on their robes, a crescent moon surrounded by twisted thorns, marked them as members of the Black Moon Sect.

I gritted my teeth, my entire body trembling with rage. "You motherfuckers!" I roared, lunging at them. I knew I stood no chance, but I couldn't let them walk away from this.

One of the figures stepped forward, a sinister chuckle echoing from beneath the mask. "This one has spirit," the bastard said, raising a hand. A surge of Qi burst forth, slamming into me and sending me flying through the air. Pain exploded through my body, and I crashed into the remains of my home, my vision fading to black.

As darkness swallowed me, I clung to a single thought: I would survive this. I would grow stronger, I would reach the peak just as my parents tried to, and I would make those fuckers pay for what they'd done.

For my parents, for my village, for myself – I swore that the Black Moon Sect would burn.