The Way of the Sword (BL)

Chapter 115: The brothers gather together (2)

Quian Dalai woke up from his hibernation seven years ago on his body that looked like a little fat four-year-old, of course, he was very lucky that in the many treasures he had on his tomb were teleportation talismans. Of course, he gathered all his treasure in a simple rusty ring and used the talisman to get out of the tomb. 

He may be considered lucky that when teleported he stopped near a lake where a concubine of a noble family had lost his drowned son. So when the concubine saw this chubby child, it is not known if it was because Quian Dalai looked like her son who had just died or if she was crazy, or if she was a person full of deceitful plot and machinations, she took Quian Dalai and took it to this noble family. 

So Quian Dalai received the past and was fed and cared for until he was seven years old, which was the time his "mother" died and his "father" got a new concubine. Shortly after he met an old Buddhist monk who was strangely trained in the art of the holy sword, the old monk took little Quian Dalai to train and also sent him to take the Heavenly Sword Sect test.

Now by coincidence of fate, he found his older brother whom he had not seen for thousands of years. He still had to play accordingly, just to see how Tai-Yang behaved like a fool to win his friend Zemin Yan's favor. 

Well, Quian Dalai didn't know what to think of this big brother, whose face was thick enough to cling to a 10-year-old boy!

"Where is your locket?" Asked Tai-Yang suddenly, making Quian Dalai look at him. 

Quian Dalai showed his small fat fist, behind his hand a faint silver glow shone from inside his hand! Soon the "Wrath" rune locket appears on Quian Dalai's skin.

"And where is your locket?" Quian Dalai asked back, retracting the locket into his body again.

"We both think alike ... We really are brothers!" Tai-Yang said a little gently, showing warmth in his words. 

Then he opened his garment on his upper chest, where his heart was. Tai-Yang's skin was creamy and smooth, there was no firm muscle build and no athletic body, so was what a magician's body should look like. In the center of his chest, a silver glow shone where his heart was, then the locket appeared from inside Tai-Yang's skin, the locket was from the "Sagacity" rune. 

Silence returned to the room as Quian Dalai watched the stars from his bedroom window and Tai-Yang seemed lost in some memories, the glow of the locket becoming even more evident. Clearly, Tai-Yang was using the power of his locket, after a few seconds, the locket stopped shining.

"It's good to be alive, isn't it?" Wang Tai-Yang sighed as he straightened his clothes again. There were many things Tai-Yang wanted to ask his younger brother, after all, it had been many years since the last time he talked to his little brother, so he didn't know how to properly talk to his blood relative.

"Yes, it's very good, I can eat delicious food," said Quian Dalai with a rare kind smile on his chubby face. 

When he was with Yun San and his friends, he wasn't acting or pretending, he really enjoyed eating delicious food. Yun San taking advantage of him wasn't a serious thing if he could eat good food and have fun out there. In fact, he considered Yun San a good, soft-hearted person with his fierce appearance, making Yun San even lovelier. 

Zemin Yan and the others were good people, too, since Quian Dalai had not seen good people in his life for a long time, so it was no wonder he felt very close to his new friends. The feelings he felt in those few days were not fake and fake, he really felt happy and actually behaved sometimes like a fool, not because he was an idiot, but because of a lack of social ineptitude.

After all, being locked in a decrepit tomb for hundreds of years is not a good place to cultivate socially, after which he was "adopted" into a noble family who loved to play schemes all day long. Quian Dalai not becoming a cheerleader was very lucky, thanks to the mysterious master who took this boy away that's what allowed Quian Dalai could develop with some normalcy.

Everyone who is trapped in that ancient tomb can connect through some mysterious matrices, it would be like space for souls to meet. However, most souls are injured or missing, so most of the time people from the tomb cultivate to recover. 

Few freaks like Tai-Yang or Zemin Yan's mother, who recovered "quickly," but at the same time spent a lot of time alone sealed in the tomb, it was even worse than training for hundreds of years. This is due to the fact that even recovering your soul, you still need to recover your own body and make adaptations in your souls to suit the small world.josei

What Zemin Yan's father did for Zemin Yan's older brothers is one of the ways to body recovery and soul strengthening. This is one of the ways of recovery that outsiders can use, but the martial cultivator has to be extraordinary and there is also a limit to how often they can do this in their lives.

Tai-Yang wanted to get closer to this little brother, but he didn't know how, since for at least 200 years they had not spoken, and technically Tai-Yang abandoned Quian Dalai and his parents there in the tomb. Even if Quian Dalai didn't blame him, Tai-Yang would still feel guilty.

Even though Tai-Yang wanted to talk to his little brother about good things and know-how he had spent his free time, Tai-Yang still had to talk about the serious things that were happening in the small world.

"Xiao Lai, our enemies sent people to the small world… They set up a lab near our family's tomb… These motherfuckers killed the whole Zhong Family!" Said Tai-Yang angrily, making Quian Dalai wary of this your older brother. Quian Dalai knew that loneliness wreaked havoc on Tai-Yang so when his older brother lost control of his emotions, his life would be at risk, even innocent people could be hit by Tai-Yang's anger.

When Tai-Yang woke up 200 years ago, he was alone in the world, no one else had woken up from the tomb, he then wandered for a while until he reached a strange place. On one side was a desert that had a large leafy dragon fruit tree that only the gods could dream of, but on the other side was a world of snow!