I am Master Maoshan

"Boss, should we kill this one too?" A man in black looked at the baby in swaddling clothes, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, but he still forced himself to speak.

The leader of the men in black was silent for a moment, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes. He saw the child's clear, innocent eyes, and a pang of pain shot through his heart. But quickly, this pity was replaced by the coldness in his heart. He took a deep breath and said coldly, "Hmm."

The words had barely left his mouth when the knife in his hand flashed like a cold light, plunging straight into the child's body. The child's cries ceased abruptly, the small body trembled slightly, and then remained motionless.

"Let's go, retreat." The leader of the men in black waved his hand, his voice carrying a hint of weariness and determination.

The men in black quickly assembled, their figures appearing and disappearing in the darkness like ghosts. They swiftly retreated, leaving behind only a mansion in ruins.

The ground of the mansion was stained red with blood. The bodies of the deputy general, the general's wife, guards, and servants lay scattered about, and even the infant in swaddling clothes was soaked in blood.

That once warm and peaceful mansion has now become a purgatory, filled with a strong aura of death.

As night fell, the mansion, usually brightly lit and bustling with activity even at night, was eerily silent and eerily dark tonight.

Just then, a large, jet-black cat, like a ghost, silently entered the mansion.

Its eyes gleamed green in the darkness as it moved with light steps, each step landing silently.

Inside the mansion, it was now like a living hell. Corpses lay scattered on the ground—the lieutenant general, the general's wife, guards, servants, and so on. Their bodies were contorted, and blood pooled in small puddles, emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

However, the big cat was not frightened by the hellish scene. It nimbly stepped over the corpses on the ground, as if they were nothing more than roadside weeds.

The big cat went straight to the swaddled baby. The baby was lying in the swaddling clothes, its face pale, clearly from blood loss.

Seemingly sensing something, the big cat instantly raised its head, warily looking around. Its ears perked up slightly, listening to every sound around it, and its fur stood on end, as if it were ready to deal with any sudden danger.

Once they found it was temporarily safe, they gently picked up the child and jumped onto the roof in a few swift movements, preparing to leave this dangerous place.

Just then, a red butterfly flew by. Its wings were as bright and dazzling as burning flames, standing out vividly in the dark night sky.

It circled the big cat once, its wings fluttering gently, as if it were communicating with the big cat.

After a moment, the big cat seemed to understand what the butterfly meant. It gave the child a deep look, then turned and disappeared into the night.

The red butterfly then arrived above the mansion. It flapped its wings, a seemingly gentle movement that appeared to contain boundless power.

In an instant, flames seemed to appear out of thin air, spreading from every corner of the mansion.

The flames, like ferocious fire dragons, devoured everything in their path. They began burning on the roof, the tiles crackling and popping under the intense heat. Then, the flames quickly spread to the walls, consuming the exquisite murals and sturdy wooden beams.

The fire spread incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, the entire mansion was reduced to ashes. The buildings within the mansion collapsed under the ravages of the flames, creating a deafening roar.

Not only the buildings inside the mansion, but also the corpses of the lieutenant general, the general's wife, guards, and servants, as well as the blood on the ground, were reduced to ashes in the raging fire. The pungent smell of burning permeated the air, making people nauseous.

The raging fire illuminated the entire night sky, making the whole city clearly visible. The red butterfly, illuminated by the flames, silently watched all this, then slowly flew away, leaving only ruins behind.

Not long after, the men in black who had slaughtered the entire general's mansion reappeared, looking silently at the mansion reduced to ruins by the fire.

After a long while, the leader of the men in black waved his hand and left again with his men.

Meanwhile, the Demon Emperor also received news that the General's Mansion had been wiped out and its residence had been reduced to ruins.

Soon, the devastating news of General Hanyi's death swept through the entire demon race like a cold wind.

Meanwhile, General Hanyi's mansion was suddenly engulfed in flames and was burned to the ground, leaving only charred ruins and a pungent smell of burning in the air.

These two pieces of news, once released, were like a bombshell, causing a huge uproar among the demon race. Everyone whispered among themselves, discussing the matter, feeling that there was something strange about it.

General Hanyi was highly skilled in martial arts and had exceptional strategic acumen, so how could he have died so easily in battle? And how could that mansion have suddenly caught fire and burned so thoroughly for no reason? Various speculations and rumors circulated freely among the demon race, but no one could give a definitive answer.

However, the Demon Emperor seemed to have already made up his mind about all of this. He ordered a grand and magnificent funeral for General Han Yi, and people from all walks of life in the demon race, regardless of rank or status, came to pay their respects.

At the funeral, drums and music resounded, banners fluttered, and the Demon Emperor personally carried the coffin for General Han Yi, sending him off on his final journey. Seeing this solemn scene, even those who still harbored many doubts had no choice but to swallow their words, for the Demon Emperor's authority was unquestionable.

"Come on, let's fast forward to the rest." At this moment, the old man, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up and waved his hand.

As if by magic, several scenes appeared before him and Liu Jun. These scenes unfolded before their eyes like scenes from a movie.

The first scene shows a lithe black cat carrying a swaddled infant wrapped in soft cloth in its mouth, carefully weaving through the night. A resolute look shines in the cat's eyes as it runs straight towards the residence of General Han Yi's men.

Upon arriving at the mansion's entrance, the black cat gently placed the swaddled baby on the ground and then let out a few soft meows.

A moment later, the gate of the mansion slowly opened, and a servant-like person came out. He was taken aback when he saw the swaddled baby on the ground, and then carefully carried it into the mansion.

Then, the scene shifts to the baby growing up in the mansion.

As the child grew up, he developed bright and lively eyes, much like General Hanyi.

He played with the other children in the manor, and although his origins were unknown, he received meticulous care and love from everyone in the manor. Gradually, he learned to walk and talk, and began to learn martial arts and knowledge from the masters in the manor. Every moment of his growth was clearly recorded in these images.

As time went by, the child grew into a handsome and skilled young man. He was tall and imposing, standing out among the younger generation in the household. He often accompanied the elders on their training trips, experiencing many hardships and dangers, but in doing so, he accumulated rich experience and became more mature and composed.

Finally, the child reached adulthood. A grand coming-of-age ceremony was held for him in the mansion, which was decorated with lanterns and streamers and was bustling with activity.

The young man, dressed in magnificent attire, stood in the center of the crowd, receiving their blessings and praise.

"This is... Wang Tiezhu?" Liu Jun looked at the boy in the picture, his eyes full of surprise, and blurted out.

"Yes, although the time and space are different, the progress of fate is roughly the same. That child is your good brother Wang Tiezhu from your previous life," the old man explained with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Liu Jun felt a surge of complex emotions. In his previous life, he and Wang Tiezhu were like brothers, having gone through countless trials and tribulations together. The days of fighting side by side and sharing joys and sorrows were still vivid in his mind.

"What happened to Wang Tiezhu?" Liu Jun asked impatiently, staring intently at the old man in front of him, his eyes full of eagerness and curiosity.

The old man slightly raised his head, a barely perceptible glint flashing in his cloudy eyes, and slowly said, "You'll see soon enough."

As the old man finished speaking, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Then, a strange light flashed, and the scene began to rotate again.

This time, the images depict the future trajectory of Wang Tiezhu's fate.

In Wang Tiezhu's future vision, time passed, he joined the army, overcame numerous obstacles, and eventually grew into a majestic general, just like his father, General Hanyi, who was highly respected in the army.

Whenever he walked through the military camp in his armor, riding a tall horse, the soldiers would look at him with awe and admiration, a heartfelt respect for a strong man.

However, the wheel of fate keeps turning relentlessly, never stopping because of anyone's will.

Wang Tiezhu's tragic and hasty end seems like a preordained tragedy destined to unfold on the stage of history.

Like his father, General Hanyi, Wang Tiezhu was targeted by the Demon Emperor.

Although the Demon Emperor did not know that Wang Tiezhu was a descendant of General Hanyi, he saw the shadow of General Hanyi in Wang Tiezhu, so he took action once again.

This time, the Demon Emperor sent Wang Tiezhu to the border, a dangerous land where the enemy was ferocious and seemed to want to devour everything.

When Wang Tiezhu received the order, although he had some doubts, he could not disobey the emperor's command, so he accepted the order and went to war without hesitation.

However, the Demon Emperor offered him no support. He was like an abandoned pawn, struggling alone on the border battlefield.

The enemy troops surged forward like a tidal wave, their battle cries deafening. Wang Tiezhu and his soldiers fought bravely, engaging in a desperate struggle with the enemy. Despite their valiant efforts, the enemy's numbers were simply too overwhelming, and they gradually found themselves in a desperate situation.

In the end, Wang Tiezhu was surrounded and killed by the enemy. His body was covered with wounds, and his armor was stained with blood.

His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He tried to struggle, to continue fighting, but his body wouldn't obey him. Under the enemy's swords, he slowly fell, dying a gruesome death on the battlefield. That scene, like a tragic painting, was deeply imprinted in Liu Jun's mind.

Having experienced similar tragic events before, Liu Jun was much calmer this time. He looked at Wang Tiezhu's miserable end in the video without much emotion.

The main problem is that he is now just an observer, able to watch helplessly as the gears of fate turn relentlessly, unable to participate or stop them.

The image gradually faded, and the surroundings returned to calm. Liu Jun stood there blankly, unable to recover for a long time. He knew that Wang Tiezhu's story was over.

"Shout? No response?" The old man looked at Liu Jun with some surprise.

Liu Jun remained silent, merely glancing calmly at the old man, conveying an air of "Bring it on, what else?" (End of Chapter)