A boy slept on a futon, beside which laid a sword, a Chinese Dao to be precise. He had a blanket on himself. The room he slept in was a rather small one, all it had was space for the futon, a few cultivation books and a window. The boy felt the weather getting a bit too hot, one of his legs came out the blanket. A few minutes passed, his whole body came out the blanket, the weather somehow kept getting warmer. 

The boy sat up with a jolt, it had gotten way too hot for it to be winter, in fact, the weather wasn't even this hot in summer! 

He heard screaming from below the building. 

'!'

Three men in black clothing broke into the room, breaking the door into pieces. The boy swiftly grabbed the sword next to him and jumped down the window without any hesitation. 

"Alert! We're unde-

The boy looked around to see his sect's building on fire, his friends and family running out into the open, to escape the fire, only to be quickly killed by the assassins. The sect's architecture was remarkable to say the least. There were two halls, and many buildings to contain residents, it also had numerous platforms to train upon. 

The three men followed the boy down the window, two of them swung their swords swiftly towards the boy's neck. 

"Heavenly Qi Technique: 2nd Movement; Blood Qi Moon" The boy spoke under his breath, his sword was followed by numerous jets of red light as he beheaded one of the three individuals. 

One of the other two men went to call for help, as the other man aimed for the boy's neck.

"First movement; Crescent Qi blade" the boy's blade was surrounded by a yellow light, as he raised his sword and lowered it swiftly, forming a yellow, crescent moon, upon the man's abdomen.

The boy quickly went after the man that fled to call for help, killing him before he could inform an ally. 

He decided to save at least his close friends and family, running towards the main hall of the sect.

'Zen, run! All the martial artists in the main hall are at least master level and there seem to be at least 5 grand master level martial artists. Please, sav-

The boy heard this thru the frequency whispering technique; which is a technique used by martial artists to communicate over short distances without anyone else noticing. The person on the other end being cut off could only mean that they had been killed.

The boy hesitated, but turned around to run, however, was met with another 2 men, these men were not dressed fully in black, but had some white linings on their clothes, the boy could think of only one reason for this, these men were at least master level martial artists, they would prove to be impossible to beat for the boy as he was now.

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The boy said, under his breath, "Blood Cult signature Qinggong, Sacrificial feet of Hemaliforce" 

His calves started to bleed, apparent through the clothes he wore. The boy, however, now moved much faster than he did a few moments ago, he used his boost in speed, to step on one of the men's shoulders and run. 

The men started to chase the boy relentlessly, a few more men tried to join them, however, were ordered to capture the current leader of the sect.

The boy quickly reached the border of the sect, jumping onto it and onto a tree close by, like it was a very normal thing to do. He traversed through the trees, hoping to somehow lose these masters, failing to remember that he is currently leaking enough Qi to be detected from a mile away. And that he was being chased by two masters stronger than him.

One of the masters caught up, however, the boy seemed to be expecting this, as he had slowed down on the movement through the trees, he quickly slashed both the man's eyes.

"AAGH! YOU RAT!", the man screamed, holding one of his hands to his eyes, his sword with the other. "Jin-Kao! The little brat is here!", he screamed. 

"On it.", the boy saw the other man close up on him, he sped up even more, his feet and toes had also started to bleed now. 

The boy ran on to a path, sensing the man he slashed in the eyes run back towards the clan. 'It seems to be the unorthodox faction.', he thought to himself.

The man called Jin-Kao had caught up with him, the boy couldn't run for much longer, he had no choice but to fight, he had to pass the news of the sect being annihilated to the other branch of the blood cult.  He turned around to face Jin-Kao.

Jin-Kao, who hadn't sensed the boy turn around, quickly tried to end the fight, with a slash to the head. But, the boy still had enough energy to block the attack with his sword.

"Thinking of a fight?" Jin Kao said, as he landed a few meters in front of the boy.

'First movement; Crescent Qi Blade!" the boy lunged forward towards Jin-Kao, aiming to end this with one strike, knowing very well he won't hit this. And, it didn't hit, Jin-Kao moved to the boy's right enough to just dodge the attack, he swung his sword, aiming to stab the boy right in his heart, however, the boy's Qinggong was much faster than Jin-Kao's expectation. 

"Ho. Not half bad now, Wudang Blade: First movement; Northern Killing Mirage" the man swung his blade, which glowed a vibrant gray, in front of the boy, but moved fast enough to hit the boy at his back. 

"ACK-" the boy spat out blood.

"This is what real Qinggong looks like. Wudang Blade: Second movement; Northern Swift Breeze"

The man swung his blade, aiming at the boy's waist, forming a beautiful imitation of a breeze, but the man didn't hear the slicing sound of the blade hitting the boy, but with a clunking noise. The boy, however, had not moved the slightest bit, for the man was too fast for the boy to react.

"Ho, not half bad.", "Isn't that what you said a few moments ago? Well guess what? You aren't half bad too! You're worse than anyone I've ever fought."

A man, tall, with long, red streaked hair, had appeared onto the slightest bit of space between Jin-Kao and the boy. The man held a staff in between the boy's waist and Jin-Kao's sword.

"Behind you!" The man spoke, as he disappeared and reappeared behind Jin-Kao.

"Wha- 

The man struck Jin-Kao on the head, blood splattered across the trees and the ground. 

"Who're you?-" the boy tried to speak, but was struck on the head by the man. This strike seemed to be nowhere near as powerful as the one that hit Jin-Kao just a moment ago, but was powerful enough to put the boy to sleep.

The man picked up the boy and disappeared.