《Kueng Ning》Book 1: Meridians. Chapter 1: Gravestone of a Traitor
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Here is chapter 1, hope you guys enjoy!
As the sun was waking up, a small youth of ten years old, with normal looks, black hair and eyes, yet unusually has a strong, lean, muscular physique. The youth was currently scaling up a mountain, with two five hundred pound rocks tied to his wrists and ankles.
He was sweating profusely, but he pushed on. After, he reached the top of the mountain, he removed the binding on his legs, tied his legs together, added the rocks and started to go down the mountain again. As, night came, he reached the bottom of the mountain, removed the rope around his ankles and hands, then entered a small crevice on the side of the mountain, hidden by foliage.
As he went through the crevice, he arrived at a fairly large space with nothing much too see, except for a gravestone in the middle, a single table and chair to the side, and a magma pool at the other side. The child did not mind the heat, and continued to kneel in front of the gravestone.
“Mother, this child has successfully climb the mountain up and down fourteen times straight. That is all I have to report today, this child now, will take a bath”
The child stood up removed his clothes and proceeded to jump in the magma pool, and sit in it cross-legged, while being completely submerged in the magma. Slowly, the pores in his body started to open and he started to absorb the essence of the magma.
Surprisingly, though his face shows pain, the magma does melt his skin of or even damage him one bit. The heat coming from the magma pool, slowly dissipated, and was replaced by a very cool air. The youth opened his eyes, and came out of the magma pool.
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Steeping on the ground, it immediately melted, and he fell once more in the magma pool. Luckily, the magma stopped his fall, and was only gradually sinking. Instead, of getting out of the magma, he decided to stay and sleep in it.
However, outside his dwelling, up in the skies we’re multiple helicopters, with opened doors. Standing on the ledge of those doors we’re multiple men and woman wearing red robes. But, in one of the helicopters was a middle-aged man having short black hair, red eyes, as well as a scruffy beard and wearing white robes.
“Everyone! A Demon has been trapped in this vicinity. It is our duty to eradicate this foul being. Now go and let the hunt begin!” the middle-aged man sent a mental message to each of the men and woman.
Once they received the go signal from their superior, the men and woman jump down form the helicopter, dropped to the ground and immediately spread out. The one’s left, we’re the multiple helicopters that slowly descended down, as well as the middle-aged man, and a young girl beside him.
The young girl was about twelve years old, having long black hair tied into a ponytail, red eyes, and a beautiful katana with a red scabbard, strapped to her back. She looked at the man with pleading eyes, and the man responded by looking at the distance of the forest.
“Father, please!” the girl pleaded.
“No, you are not ready to face a demon” the man said.
“I’ll tell mom about that trip you had in Las Vegas!” the girl said with an evil smile.
“Evil girl! You wouldn’t dare!” the man retorted.
“Hello Mom. Yes I’m safe. I need to tell you something…” the girl started to take out her phone and call her mom.
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“Wait! Stop! Only if you stay in a 20 mile radius of this mountain” the man agreed reluctantly, as he does not want to incur the wrath of his wife.
“Mom, I got to go, I’ll see you later. Thank you dad” the girl ended her call, hug her dad, before jumping off the helicopter landed on top of the mountain.
She gracefully continued to go down the mountain, with relative ease. Once she reached the ground, she immediately started to walk around the mountain. As she walked around, the mountain, when she arrived at the other side, within her sights we’re a multiple stones about five hundred pounds each with a rope, made from extremely long and strong vine and roots tied to it.
Making her footstep lighter and slower, she slowly approached the rocks. As she individually inspected the rocks, she had discovered another person’s foot prints. Thinking that it belonged to the Demon, she licked her lips in excitement and started to follow the foot prints.
As she followed the foot prints, it lead her to thick foliage, before emerging in an isolated part of the mountain, where there is a crevice. Entering the crevice and going through it with ease, she arrived at fairly large place.
What she saw was a tombstone in the middle, and an ordinary table and chair to the side. Seeing as there we’re no signs of enemy, she approached the gravestone, and kneeled in front of it.
“I am sorry for intruding into your resting place…” a confused expression, immediately appeared on her face, as she took a closer look, the words on the gravestone we’re Chinese. Not, knowing how to read the Chinese characters, only one thought appeared in her head.
“Please, excuse me” the girl took out her phone and took a picture. A few minutes later, a woman’s voice at the other end of the phone could be heard.
“WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW!” the woman at the other end shouted in fear.
“Aunt May, don’t shout. I’m here with my father and other disciples in Hawaii to kill a demon” the girl replied calmly.
“This is not the time to be relax, Scarlett! Do you know whose grave you just stumbled upon?!” the woman’s voice, got calmer with the increase of fear.
“A cultivator’s? Right?” the girl answered, while gulping.
“Not just any cultivator’s grave. If what you sent me is real, then you would have stumbled upon the grave of Meng Li’s” the woman said, slowly.
“WHAT?!” the girl exclaimed in shock and fear.
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