Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Qin Chuan settled down in this small village on the edge of the Holy Realm and received a warm welcome from the village chief Feng Xue and his family.

The wind and snow even invited him to stay at their home, and personally cooked for the mysterious traveler with the best ingredients stored in the village.

The aroma of food wafted from the simple wooden house, and the dim light of the oil lamp cast a warm glow throughout the room, adding a touch of warmth to this secluded place.

Although Feng Yao was young, he was exceptionally sensible. While his father prepared meals, he assisted him throughout, carrying firewood and washing vegetables with a speed and dexterity that belied his age.

Before and after meals, he also took great care of his mother, who had difficulty moving, making sure she had a pillow and warm water for her. His eyes were full of tenderness beyond his years.

Once everything was arranged, the child, who was not yet ten years old, did not chase and play like other children his age. Instead, he ran outside to the open space illuminated by the moonlight and began to practice on his own.

He had already mastered the basic fighting techniques taught by his father, and the daily repetitive training had little effect on him.

At this moment, he is trying some more complex and difficult movements based on his own understanding. His small body keeps falling and getting up in the night, and fine beads of sweat are seeping on his forehead. His little face is full of focus and persistence that does not match his age.

Suddenly, a calm voice sounded behind him, like a night breeze rustling through the treetops:

"Sink your breath, unify your waist and stance, and generate power from your heels to your fingertips."

Feng Yao was startled and turned around to see that it was the mysterious guest.

Qin Chuan didn't say much, but casually pointed out a few key points about his power generation and body shifts, concise yet to the point.

Feng Yao was exceptionally intelligent. After trying it, he immediately felt that the results were vastly different from what he had achieved by haphazardly experimenting before!

The previously sluggish movements suddenly became fluid, and a faint yet clear sense of power surged forth from every part of his body for the first time.

Qin Chuan looked at Feng Yao's quick comprehension and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

This little guy's talent ranks second among the many worlds he has experienced, but the most talented is naturally himself.

Since he had nothing better to do and didn't want to be entertained for nothing, he decided to offer some pointers.

From then on, Feng Yao discovered that the occasional guidance from this Mr. Qin Chuan was far more profound and mysterious than what his father had taught him.

In the past, he could learn anything quickly, but now he needs to ponder and practice diligently to barely grasp the basics.

But this did not discourage him; instead, it inspired him with unprecedented enthusiasm, and he trained even more diligently, often practicing until the moon was high in the sky before he would rest.

Time flies, and more than half a month has passed.

During this period, Qin Chuan would spend some time guiding Feng Yao every evening after dinner.

The wind and snow silently witnessed all of this.

After observing him for some time, he was convinced that Qin Chuan was an extraordinary strongman. Although his origins were mysterious, he was gentle and his words and actions exuded an extraordinary air that won people's hearts.

The thought in his mind grew stronger.

That day, after dinner, Feng Xue solemnly led Feng Yao to Qin Chuan, took a deep breath, and spoke earnestly:

"Yao'er, quickly perform the apprenticeship ceremony for the master!"

Although Feng Yao was young, he understood his father's meaning and obediently knelt down to kowtow.

Qin Chuan chuckled and gestured to stop Feng Yao from kneeling.

"Village Chief Fengxue, you've misunderstood."

He looked gently at the wind and snow, then glanced at the pregnant woman resting inside the house:

"When I said that I felt a connection with this place, I was not referring to Feng Yao, but to your daughter."

Feng Xue was completely stunned, his face showing immense embarrassment and confusion.

His daughter was not even born yet, so how did she become the master and disciple of this powerful man?

This was completely beyond his comprehension, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

Qin Chuan smiled at his confused look and said:

"However, Feng Yao is a very talented and resilient child, and he is also a promising talent. Since the opportunity is here, I might as well take him in, whether I take in one or two sheep."

The situation took an unexpected turn for the better. Feng Xue was overjoyed and felt a great weight lifted from her heart. She hurriedly urged Feng Yao to formally perform the apprenticeship ceremony.

This time, Qin Chuan accepted it without hesitation. Feng Yao respectfully kowtowed three times, his childish voice filled with determination: "Master!"

After Feng Yao finished kowtowing, Feng Xue was both grateful and curious, and earnestly asked, "Sir, my daughter is about to be born. Could you please give her a name?"

Qin Chuan pondered for a moment, his gaze seemingly piercing through the wall before him, seeing a certain trajectory of the future, and then uttered the destined name: "Let's call him 'Wind Shadow'."

"Wind Shadow... Wind Shadow... What a wonderful name! Thank you, sir!"

Fengxue read the name aloud twice, finding it simple yet melodious, seemingly a natural fit for her unborn daughter.

However, the joy of meeting a renowned teacher and the impending arrival of a child was abruptly shattered the very next morning.

The sun had just risen, and before the morning light had dispelled the thin mist in the forest, the village was thrown into chaos.

Villagers who had gone out to investigate came running back, panting and stumbling, to report that they had discovered traces of what appeared to be "underworld warriors" near the village. The warriors were well-equipped, exuded a murderous aura, and seemed to have ill intentions, as if they might attack the village at any moment!

Feng Xue's expression instantly turned ashen.

Although he possessed some martial prowess, he was not a true warrior. Faced with a well-organized army of the underworld, the safest course of action was to immediately organize the villagers to evacuate.

Panic spread like a plague among the villagers, with the cries of children, the sobs of women, and the tense discussions of men all mingling together.

Upon hearing this, a cold smile flashed in Qin Chuan's eyes.

He, the real Hades, is right here. How come he doesn't know that Hades warriors have come to invade the Holy Realm?

Without a doubt, this must be a frame-up orchestrated by the Ghost King himself!

"There is no need to worry, nor is there any need to migrate."

Qin Chuan spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet strangely calming the commotion in the room:

"Those so-called 'underworld warriors' are my responsibility."

Seeing Qin Chuan so calm and composed, Feng Xue's anxious heart calmed down a lot, but she still couldn't hide her nervousness, and her palms were full of cold sweat.

He held his son Fengyao's hand tightly, his eyes fixed on the direction of the village entrance.

Soon after, heavy, uniform footsteps came from the direction of the village entrance, accompanied by the clanging sound of metal armor plates colliding.

A group of "soldiers" appeared, dressed in armor imitating the style of the underworld, wielding sharp blades, and exuding a deliberately created aura of menace.

Their ranks were orderly, their eyes fierce, as if they were about to raze the village to the ground; their chilling killing intent seemed to freeze the air.

Seeing the enemy's murderous aura and well-equipped appearance, even with all her confidence in Qin Chuan, Feng Xue's heart was in her throat.

However, what happened next was something he and all the villagers who were watching anxiously would never forget.

The group of "underworld warriors" had just approached the village entrance, before even setting foot within the village's boundaries, when they seemed to have crashed into an invisible yet indestructible wall.

Immediately afterwards, without even a scream, their bodies disintegrated inch by inch, from head to toe, like pencil marks erased by an eraser.

Finally, it transformed into the finest, shimmering specks of light, silently dissipating into the morning air without leaving a trace, as if it had never existed.

Only the leading general was frozen in time by an invisible force just before his body was about to completely dissipate.

The ferocity on his face was replaced by boundless fear and disbelief; his pupils dilated as if he were witnessing some incomprehensible and irresistible horror.

He involuntarily knelt down with a thud, facing the direction of Qin Chuan, trembling, unable to even utter a word of begging for mercy.

With a slight thought, Qin Chuan instantly probed the leader's memories.

Sure enough, his memories had been carefully altered by an extremely sophisticated method. In his mind, he was ordered by "Hades" to come to the edge of the Holy Realm to commit slaughter.

"A meticulously planned scheme."

Qin Chuan snorted coldly, and with another thought, the leader followed in his subordinates' footsteps, completely annihilated without leaving a trace of dust.

The Ghost King's plan was even more meticulous than he had imagined.

Presumably, at this very moment, similar tragedies of "underworld invasion" disguised by the Guigu people are unfolding in other peripheral areas of the Holy Realm, and bloody "evidence" will be swiftly presented to the Snow Emperor.

The invasion of the Holy Realm by the Underworld has become an indisputable fact in the face of countless pieces of irrefutable evidence.

Even if he were to personally go to the Snow Queen to explain now, it would be in vain.

Compared to the infamous King of the Underworld, Xuehuang would undoubtedly trust the seemingly virtuous and respected Elder Guigu more.

"However, this conspiracy is not without flaws." Qin Chuan's gaze was deep, like a cold pool. "The Ghost King himself is the biggest flaw!"

As long as he is forced to reveal his hidden evil power and true strength as the Ghost King in front of the Snow Emperor, his identity will naturally be exposed.

His malevolent energy, so incompatible with the holy light, is the best evidence of this.

However, this is easier said than done.

Once Qin Chuan makes a move against Guigu, given Xuehuang's stance and personality, she will never sit idly by and watch her elders be attacked by an external enemy; she will definitely intervene to stop it.

With Qin Chuan's current strength, although he is powerful, it is almost an impossible task to accurately force out Gui Gu's trump card under Xue Huang's full resistance.

Ultimately, it all comes down to ability.

Qin Chuan gazed towards the core area of ​​the Holy Realm, his eyes sharp as knives, and an invisible aura was faintly gathering around him:

"As long as the power is strong enough, strong enough to crush everything, any conspiracy or obstacle can be broken with force!"

The Ghost King's scheming and despicable framing only strengthened Qin Chuan's resolve to improve his strength as soon as possible, to deal with any potential conflicts with the Snow Queen that might arise from misunderstandings, and even to break the eternal cycle of fate behind it all.

He needs greater power, enough to dominate the rules, rather than be bound by them.

Chapter 19 Let's have a child

On the afternoon of the same day that Qin Chuan turned the team of Netherworld warriors into nothingness with a wave of his hand, a tense commotion, unlike the usual tranquility, came from the snow-covered wooden house in Feng Xue's home.

His wife's moans gradually grew clearer, signaling the approaching arrival of new life.

Listening to the cries of pain that were being endured but still escaped from inside the room, and watching the anxious pacing of the wind and snow outside the delivery room, almost wearing down the ground, Qin Chuan stood by the window with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly piercing through the vast snowfield and landing on an unknown space and time.

The usual, timeless calm in his heart was stirred by the vibrant rhythm of life.

According to that so-called eternal cycle of reincarnation, it seems that soon he and Phoenix will also have a daughter of their own, a crystallization of their bloodline and expectations.

Witnessing Feng Xue's nervousness, anticipation, and undeniable worry as he becomes a father again, the vague resistance and indifference he once felt towards his predetermined fate quietly faded away in the face of this most primal hymn to life.

A strange, almost warm feeling quietly arose within him, giving rise to a genuine, pulsating anticipation for that little life still shrouded in the fog of fate.

"Perhaps, this endless cycle of reincarnation is not all helplessness and repetition."

He silently prayed, and it seemed as if a crack had appeared in his frozen heart lake, letting in a little bit of warm sunlight.

Time passed slowly amidst the tension, until finally, a clear cry of a newborn baby, loud enough to pierce the eternal winter of the White Tiger Clan, abruptly dispelled all the tension in the room.