Prologue

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“Nobody is a villain in their own story. We're all the heroes of our own stories.”

― George R.R. Martin

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I lost everything.

Are you curious as to what happened?

Hmn… Where should I start? Should I start from the beginning or the ending of my glorious life?

Well, I believe the starting with the introduction is the best…

My name is Lian Chengyu. I’m 17 years old and I am the young master of Lian tribal clan *cough* or should I say was?

The Lian tribal clan is just one of the numerous tribes that can be found in Cloud Wilderness. Just like any other clan in this vast wilderness, our clan can be said to be poor and just enough to feed few people. Since the area we are located is surrounded by ferocious beasts it is hard to look for food. Every day the strong people in the tribe will go and hunt but most of the time only few of this warriors come back. Of course a small tribe like this can’t afford to do this since male with enough strength is considered a valuable resource thus only few opt to do this.

But if no one will go and hunt, then the people will starve, so the next best option is to make connection with larger tribes for food in exchange with man power the tribe will need. The tribe that we were connected to before was Fire Cloud tribe. We provide them with weapons that our tribe members make in exchange with rations.

For generation we have been the pitiful hands of this large tribe. All the weapons that we make were only exchange for enough food that the people can eat. Just enough or even in times, it was pitifully little that many of our tribe people just die of starvation.

This has always been the case for small tribes. The big tribes squish us for all we have and we have no say since we have no way to fight back. The meager protection and food was what the tribe needs to live another day.

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However everything changed when I was born.  My father, the Patriarch, have learned from a person that passed by our clan that my potential was good, good enough to reach Purple Blood realm.

Since then, I have been looked after by my father as a hope of the clan, someone who can save and bring honor to the clan. At a young age I have been constantly trained by my father. I was given the best of what the clan has like food, protection and education. Of course these things did not come for free. For every good things I received blood of my clansman was paid for it.

If you think that I just lived an easy and carefree life, I beg to differ, I was forced to become mature and train earlier than anyone on the clan. I was made to realize the burden of being the next to carry the clan. I grew up with the expectations of my people, with talent far high than those of other children of my clan. As a child I have already learned how to bow and grovel on the mud to make those from the larger tribe to provide.

I have learned how this world can only be survived by the strongest. Only those who are strong can live and have the power to say justice. I saw how these big tribes eat us small tribes to satisfy their own. In this world there are no people who help others if they have nothing to gain.

If you have power, people will follow. If you have power, you will have friends. If you have power, you can speak justice. If you have power, you can live. This is how world works.

And this is precisely why I have lost everything. I have lost everything because I was not powerful enough.

I lost my cultivation. I lost my father. I lost my tribe.

The hard work that I have made for 17 years was for nothing. The people that have died for me to reach the pinnacle of my cultivation died in vain. The years I have to smile while I grip my fist till it bleed, the years I have painstakingly maneuvered the politics of those in the big tribes to get a backer and provider. All the years of hard work was wasted because of one person. Yi Yun.