The Prodigies War-Novel

In a mountain depression.

Lin Xun was tending to A'bi’s wound when she stared blankly at him and suddenly asked, “Why did you save me? I just want to be free from all this. Life is too painful, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life hearing the news of my friend’s death...”

Lin Xun said casually, “Whether it’s for revenge or for changing the pain you’ve endured, you only have hope if you’re alive.”

“Hope?”

A'bi smiled bitterly. “For thousands of years, the empire and the brute bastards have been fighting on the Blood Kill Battlefield. Who can change this?”

“It will change one day,” Lin Xun calmly reassured her.

“Do you believe it?” asked A'bi.

Lin Xun looked A'bi in the eyes and said seriously, “You also know that many empire cultivators have fought here for thousands of years. If they gave up back then, do you think we would have the present empire?”

“Haha, I didn’t expect you to care about the world and think for the common people of the empire. I underestimated your ambition before,” A'bi teased.

“I’m not that noble.” Lin Xun shrugged. “Just like you, I don’t want to continue to see people endure pain…”

Suddenly, he sighed softly, “You are in pain, but so are the other soldiers of the empire. But who would give up so easily? Do you remember the phrase, ‘Violet Glory Flower is undefeated because of blood kill and the empire exists forever because of continued expeditions?’”

A'bi fell silent for a moment before she slapped her thigh and sprang up. “You’re not a persuasive talker.” A smile came to her naturally pretty face. “Do you think a woman will care to discuss the affairs of the empire?”

“As long as you don’t throw away your life then I haven’t wasted all my efforts.” Lin Xun got up, saying indifferently, “I don’t have many friends in the 7th army camp. If you die, I will suffer the same kind of pain you are enduring right now. So, as a friend, I won’t let you die.”

A'bi stared at him blankly and then suddenly she stretched out her arms and hugged Lin Xun tightly. “Thank you, little pretty boy,” she murmured.

……

From that day on, A'bi was back to her usual self and no longer fought at the cost of her life.

But Lin Xun wasn’t happy.

The situation on the Blood Kill Battlefield was becoming more and more tense and turbulent, and all kinds of bad news were often brought back to the camps.

When Lin Xun went to find Old Huang, the guard commander of the camp, he heard bad news from Lu Wenting. “Old Huang went out to carry out a mission, but he met with disaster...”

Lin Xun stood stunned for a long moment before he silently turned around and left.

Another friend had left the world.

That night, Lin Xun drank a lot of wine alone as he reminisced about the first time he drank with Old Huang in the tavern.

“Lord, did you know that I have fought on the Blood Kill Battlefield for five years already? Five years! The faces around me constantly change. Some are familiar and some are unfamiliar, and now, I don’t even know which face I should remember.”

“Everyone says that I have a strong life, and it is a miracle that I am still living after five years. But only I know that I am still alive because I am too afraid of death. Every time I fight, I do everything I can to keep myself from dying. That’s the reason I can survive until now…”

“But living like this is too painful! My first thought when I wake up every day is how to survive today! Who the hell can think about the future?”

“Ahh, it can’t be helped, this is the Blood Kill Battlefield. Death happens all the time, and one day, I... I... also...”

Even though he had left the world, Old Huang’s drunken voice seemed to be still ringing in his ears.

In the dark of night, a soft sigh sounded from Lin Xun’s house, “Old Huang, why did you jinx yourself…”

Earlier in the morning, Lin Xun left the campground.

……

The Blood Drinking Land of the Blood Kill Battlefield.

A team of hundreds of Magi Brute experts seemed to be in a hurry.

Although the group wasn’t huge, they were all considered elites with five of them at the Enlightened Spirit Stage.

Their goal was to attack an unofficial cultivator team in the 6th army camp.

“Stop!” The Enlightened Spirit leader narrowed his eyes, peering at the figure standing on the road ahead.

It was a young man in a moon-white robe. His long black hair draped down to his waist like a waterfall, almost covering his hands that were clasped behind his back. He seemed to be spacing out as he stared at the distant sky.

The Blood Drinking Land had long become a land of bloodshed. The empire and Magi Brute Race had fought countless fierce battles here.

However, a young man was standing leisurely there by himself.

The leader of the Magi Brute Army was Yan Jiuge, a fierce character from the Fire Tribe. As an experienced expert, he immediately noticed the unusual situation ahead of them.

“Everyone, be careful!”

The strong feeling of unease in his heart made him decide to stop the team from advancing.

“Lord, it’s just a kid of the human race. We can easily eliminate him. What are you worried about?” grunted a Magi Brute expert.

“What do you know!” Yan Jiuge scolded, his expression becoming more serious and grave.

He had a feeling that the boy in the distance was very familiar.

“Hmph, Lin Twelve might be worth our serious attention, but that guy doesn’t even have a bow and arrow...” Another Magi Brute expert also didn’t take the mysterious figure seriously.

But his words struck Yan Jiuge like a thunderbolt. His expression dramatically changed. He finally remembered why the boy in the distance felt familiar.

The boy was identical in appearance to the legendary Lin Twelve!

The only difference was that the legendary white bone bow and jet-black arrow were missing!

“This is bad! Retreat! Hurry!” Yan Jiuge roared.

He was certain that the youngster was Lin Twelve. Even if the youngster was not armed with a bow and arrow, just the mention of his terrifying name was enough to chill him to the core.

Moreover, if a person like Lin Twelve appeared here alone, there had to be a reason.

The more Yan Jiuge thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

“Lord, what’s wrong?”

“Retreat? Why do we need to retreat?”

Yan Jiuge’s strong reaction puzzled the rest of the Magi Brute team. They couldn’t figure out how much of a threat a kid would be.

But Yan Jiuge had already bolted like a gust of wind. He yelled angrily while fleeing, “You bunch of idiots! That guy is Lin Twelve! Do you want to die?”

His voice reverberated like a rumble of thunder, leaving the Magi Brute experts to stand there dumbfounded. That guy is really...Lin Twelve?

“Run!”

They all bolted into a full-speed dash without engaging in battle.

They had no other choice. Lin Twelve was now synonymous with a demon god youngster in the Magi Brute Camp. The mere mention of him was enough to make people turn pale.

Rumors about him made even Life Death Stage Kings feel uneasy!

Who would have the guts to stay after hearing about all his feats?

Despite their quick reaction, it was still too late for them.

A thunder-like roar suddenly rocked this part of the world.