Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

A barely perceptible ripple spread out beside him, and a tall, slender figure, dressed in Khitan attire, with a cold demeanor and a hint of wildness and untamed spirit, appeared out of thin air.

It was Yelü Zhiwu!

Her figure appeared somewhat ethereal, clearly restricted by the rules of the world, and could only stay for a short period of one day.

As soon as Yelü Zhiwu appeared, his gaze was immediately drawn to the white-haired little girl.

Having experienced the same despair, she instantly understood Qin Chuan's purpose in summoning her.

She looked at Qin Chuan, who nodded slightly.

She naturally moved closer to Qin Chuan, her slender hand gently resting on his arm, conveying a silent understanding and concern.

Yelü Zhiwu walked to the little girl's side, without saying any words of comfort, but silently squatted down, reached out, and gently held the little girl's cold little hand with her hand that had once held a knife but was now warm.

A silent exchange of shared suffering flowed between the two.

Yelü Zhiwu hummed a lullaby from the grasslands in the Khitan language, the melody melodious and soothing.

Time passed little by little.

Under Qin Chuan's warm cloak and with Yelü Zhiwu's silent companionship and low murmurs, the fear and despair in the little girl's eyes began to melt away like solid ice.

Her stiff body slowly relaxed as she nestled beside her mother's corpse, greedily absorbing the warmth from the cloak and the sense of security brought by the unfamiliar older sister beside her.

Finally, as the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the ruins, the little girl raised her head, her icy blue eyes looking at Qin Chuan. Though still filled with sorrow, they were no longer empty.

With all her might, she managed to utter a weak but clear voice: "Thank... thank you, brother... for saving my life..."

That "brother" carried the child's most instinctive closeness and dependence, which softened Qin Chuan's heart slightly.

Qin Chuan asked gently, "What's your name? What do you want to do in the future?"

The little girl looked at Qin Chuan, then at Yelü Zhiwu who was watching her tenderly beside her, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.

She clenched her small fist, her voice soft yet filled with an unprecedented determination:

"I...I have no name anymore...My father and mother are...both dead...I want to learn swordsmanship! To become very, very strong! As powerful as my brother! That way...that way I can protect myself, protect...the people I don't want to lose again!"

That youthful voice revealed a determination and resilience beyond its years.

Upon hearing "want to learn swordsmanship," "become very, very strong," the word "brother," and the iconic white hair and ice-blue eyes, Qin Chuan felt a sudden sense of clarity, and a name surfaced in his mind—Xiao Meng!

The future leader of the Taoist Heavenly Sect, that peerless genius who defeated many disciples of the Heavenly Sect at the age of eight and went into seclusion for ten years to comprehend the Tao!

In this chaotic world, it appeared before me in such a tragic way.

Looking at the burning desire for enlightenment in the little girl's eyes, as bright as newly born stars, Qin Chuan made up his mind.

He nodded approvingly: "Very good. That's ambitious. There is indeed a path in this world that can make you strong and protect what you want to protect."

He turned to Yelü Zhiwu: "Xiaowu, thank you."

Yelü Zhiwu looked at the little girl, a hint of tenderness in her eyes: "She's very good, much luckier than I was back then."

Her figure began to appear even more ethereal, giving the little girl an encouraging smile before turning her head to look at Qin Chuan, her eyes filled with deep tenderness.

Immediately, her figure vanished into thin air like a bubble, leaving only a faint, lingering fragrance of the grassland.

The little girl looked at the spot where Yelü Zhiwu had disappeared, her eyes showing disappointment, but even more so, determination.

She instinctively gripped the corner of the cloak Qin Chuan had draped over her, as if it were her only support at that moment.

Not long after, the city of Daliang fell, King Jia of Wei surrendered, and the state of Wei was declared extinct.

Qin Chuan did not linger in Wei territory.

After properly arranging the takeover of the former Wei territory, he set off for Mount Taiyi with the little girl with white hair and blue eyes who had lost her name, traveling light and simply.

The majestic Mount Taiyi is already visible in the distance.

The continuous mountain range appears and disappears in the clouds and mist, like a lurking dragon, exuding an ancient, vast and transcendent aura.

The mountain road winds its way up, and the air becomes increasingly crisp and clear. The sound of pine trees rustling in the wind and birds singing softly fills the air, as if the hustle and bustle of the world has been shut out in another world.

The little girl, wrapped in Qin Chuan's oversized black cloak, sat in the carriage. Her icy blue eyes peered curiously through the window at the increasingly majestic mountains and the ever-rich spiritual energy outside.

After the initial excruciating pain and several days of silence, her tense heartstrings seemed to have finally found a harbor where they could temporarily find rest beside Qin Chuan.

She was no longer constantly filled with fear as she had at the beginning. Although she still spoke very little, her icy blue eyes held not only lingering sadness but also a sense of calm and a hint of innocent anticipation for the unknown future.

Qin Chuan could feel the extraordinary resilience and spirituality within her small body slowly reviving.

He would occasionally tell her some simple truths about mountains, nature, and the "Tao," and the girl would always listen very attentively, seemingly understanding but not quite, but with exceptionally focused eyes.

"Brother," during a short break, the little girl looked up at Qin Chuan, "the place we're going to... can the people there really teach me to become as powerful as you?"

Qin Chuan crouched down, looking directly into her clear yet determined eyes:

"That is the place to seek the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. As long as you study and comprehend it with your heart, in time you will possess your own powerful strength, and even surpass your brother."

"Brother Chaoyue?" A glint flashed in the little girl's eyes, and she nodded vigorously. "Yes! I will definitely work very, very hard!" Her little fist clenched again.

The carriage continued on its way, but the mountain road became increasingly steep and rugged, making travel difficult for both the carriage and the horse.

Qin Chuan simply abandoned the car and carried the little girl on his back.

Her small body nestled against his broad, sturdy back, her white hair falling over his shoulders, her little hands tightly wrapped around his neck.

Feeling this complete reliance and trust, Qin Chuan's steps were steady and firm.

He carried this tender life, burdened with a painful past yet brimming with infinite possibilities, step by step toward the Taoist Tianzong Mountain Gate hidden deep in the clouds.

The mountain wind howled, whipping up their clothes and hair.

The little girl gently pressed her face against Qin Chuan's back, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat. She looked at the increasingly smaller scenery below and the increasingly clear outline of the majestic mountain gate in front of her, which seemed to reach straight to the sky. Her icy blue eyes reflected the vast mountain scenery and Qin Chuan's resolute profile.

She knew that a completely new and unknown world lay ahead. And the person carrying her was her only support at that moment, the embodiment of "strength" and "protection" in her heart.

Chapter 54 The world loses its color, the soul wanders like a dragon.

Deep within the majestic Taiyi Mountain, clouds and mist swirl, and the clear cries of cranes echo.

Qin Chuan carried the little girl with white hair and blue eyes on his back, step by step, up the ancient stone steps leading to the core area of ​​the Taoist Heavenly Sect.

The ancient and vigorous mountain gate, hidden among the pines and cypresses, appears unusually lively today.

The grand competition between the Taoist Heavenly Sect and the Human Sect, held every five years, is drawing to a close, with the lingering atmosphere and solemnity of the debate and competition permeating both inside and outside the mountain gate.

The moment Qin Chuan appeared in the square in front of the mountain gate, it caused a sensation.

Although he wore no armor and was dressed simply in black, his unwavering and dignified demeanor, honed through countless battles, and his reputation as a "God of War" had already spread throughout the world, and everyone knew him.

"It's Young Master Chuan!"

"Ying Chuan, the military genius of Qin? What brings him here?"

Who is the little white-haired girl on his back?

A buzz of discussion arose.

Soon, two figures with an air of otherworldly elegance led their disciples to greet them.

The leader was dressed in a sky-blue Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and deep, ancient eyes. He was none other than Chisongzi, the head of the Heavenly Sect.

The other person was dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, with a square face and a hint of compassion and insight between his brows. He was Xiaoyaozi, the leader of the Human Sect.

Behind the two sect leaders, disciples from both sects stood in rows, their gazes fixed on Qin Chuan with curiosity, awe, or scrutiny.

Qin Chuan put the little girl down and let her stand beside him.

The little girl was wrapped in his black cloak, her white hair as white as snow, her icy blue eyes filled with the bewilderment and a hint of nervousness of someone entering a sacred mountain for the first time, and her little hands unconsciously gripped the hem of Qin Chuan's clothes.

"Young Master Yingchuan, your presence at Mount Taiyi is an honor. I have not been able to greet you properly. I apologize for my rudeness."

Chisongzi bowed respectfully, his voice calm, but his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the uniquely charming little girl beside Qin Chuan.

"Sect Leader Chisongzi, Sect Leader Xiaoyaozi, I apologize for disturbing you." Qin Chuan returned the greeting, his voice steady. "This woman was rescued by me from the ruins of war on the border of Wei. Her village was massacred by the defeated soldiers of Wei, and her parents died. She was the only survivor in the cellar."

"This woman possesses extraordinary talents, with exceptional aptitude and a clear mind. Despite the drastic changes she has encountered, her will has become resilient, and she is determined to become stronger, wishing to learn swordsmanship to protect herself and others."

He gently patted the little girl's shoulder, gesturing for her to step forward:

“I observe that he is naturally close to the Dao. Therefore, I have taken the liberty of coming here to earnestly request a Daoist master to accept him as a disciple, pass on his great Dao, and guide him into the pure and tranquil place of the Dao, so as to comfort his deceased parents and fulfill his wishes.”

Chisongzi and Xiaoyaozi's gazes were fixed on the little girl almost simultaneously.

With their cultivation and insight, they instantly sensed the almost monstrous talent and pure, almost transparent spirituality within the white-haired girl!

The sorrow that settled in those icy blue eyes intertwined with the burning fire of seeking the Dao, forming a unique and powerful Daoist charm.

Both of them were shocked, and their eyes simultaneously flashed with intense light.

Such exceptional talent and beauty are a rare find, perhaps only once in a century!

"This woman..."

Chisongzi stroked his beard and pondered, about to speak.

"Born with exceptional talent and pure spirituality, he is truly a prodigy in cultivation!"

Xiaoyaozi couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, clearly also considering taking on a disciple.

The two sect leaders exchanged a glance, and a subtle sense of competition seemed to flow in the air.

Such a rough gem, who wouldn't want to carve it themselves?

Just then, an aged, peaceful voice, seemingly containing the ultimate truths of the universe, suddenly rang in everyone's ears, crystal clear:

“This child is destined for the Dao, and his affinity is as deep as yours.”

As the words were spoken, a figure seemed to materialize from the void, appearing silently in front of Chisongzi and Xiaoyaozi.

The newcomer was also dressed in a sky-blue Taoist robe, but the fabric appeared more old and simple.

His face was thin and his hair and beard were all white, but his eyes were as clear as a baby's and as deep as the starry sea. His aura was harmonious and natural, as if he had merged with Mount Taiyi and with this world.

It was none other than Beimingzi, a reclusive master of the Taoist Tianzong sect, whose seniority was even above that of Chisongzi!

"Master (Senior Brother)!"

Chisongzi and Xiaoyaozi immediately bowed and paid their respects, their attitudes extremely respectful.

All the Taoist disciples, regardless of whether they belonged to the Heavenly Sect or the Human Sect, bowed in unison, their expressions solemn and reverent.

Bei Mingzi nodded slightly, his gentle gaze falling on the white-haired little girl, as if penetrating her soul and seeing the trajectory of some destiny: