cultivate for revenge

My Father was What?

Jong Ji slowly opened his eyes.

He saw his mother sitting on the bed with her back to him.

"Mom?" Jong Ji weakly said as he got up.

"Son, you're awake. Did I wake you up?" His mother asked without even turning to him.

Jong Ji shook his head, "No, I woke by myself." He said as he carefully and curiously watched his mother rummage through the drawer chest.

"What are you looking for, maybe..." Just before Jong Ji could finish his sentence, his mother cut him.

"Found it!" She exclaimed.

She took a knife out of the drawer and stood without even closing the drawer back.

She made a few steps and was straight before the closed door.

'Is she going to open that room?' Jong Ji thought.

His heart raced in excitement, and his eyes lit up. He even forgot his current situation for a moment. After all, in the twelve years of his life, he tried many times to inquire about what was behind the locked door, but his mother did not even want to talk about it, let alone open it.

And now, for the first time in his life, his mother was about to open the door.

However, what confused him was that his mother, instead of a key, took out from the drawer a large knife. How was she going to open the door without a key?

"Jong Ji, you wonder why I never talked about what was behind this door, right?" His mother said as she knelt before the door.

"Mother, what are you doing?" Jong Ji, who watched from the side, rushed to her to help her get up.

But his mother, without even looking, stretched her hand to the side.

Jong Ji stopped just a few inches from her palm. "Mother, what are you doing!!" Jong Ji shouted with fear.

Could his mother want to commit suicide?

His heart was beating like crazy. He felt like it could burst any moment soon.

"Answer me!" His mother shouted.

Feeling the situation and if he did not answer, his mother might do something stupid, Jong Ji replied:

"Yes, I wanna see what is behind that door!"

"Good!"

His mother retrieved her hand and switched the knife from her left to her right hand. She raised the knife above her head.

Then, she swung the knife down.

"Mom!!!" Jong Ji screamed and closed his eyes.

Pam!

He heard a dull sound. It rang in his head as he slowly opened his eyes.

His mother was alright.

She turned and glared at him, "What are you screaming for?" She asked.

He was embarrassed but still happy to see that the tip of her knife had pierced through the green carpet and probably damaged the wooden floor below.

"No, nothing." Jong Ji said as he smiled embarrassedly and rubbed the back of his head.

She then turned her head back and focused on the matter at hand.

"I never opened this door nor talked about what is behind it simply because I swore to your father on his death bed that I would never open this door and was not to let you become what he was." His mother spoke as she started cutting the carpet into a square shape.

"What was he?" Jong Ji asked seriously.

"You will understand when I open the door." She removed the cut carpet. The wood below it was dark brown.

"Wasn't the floor made of light brown wood?" Jong Ji asked, shocked.

His mother smiled and stuck the knife in the gap between the two dark brown wood boards.

She then pulled upward, and the dark brown wood came out. Only then did Jong Ji realize that the dark brown wood was not a part of the floor.

"That was a hidden door?" Jong Ji asked, his jaw slightly dropped.

Under the little hidden door was a key. It was a yellowish-brown key, probably a bronze key.

His mother picked up the key, and again, without closing the little hidden door, she inserted the key in the door lock.

Creakkkkk.

She turned the key twice to the right and the door opened with a loud noise.

There were no windows in the room, nor was there a carpet.

The light coming from the living room was the only thing that slightly lightened the room.

"Is this a storage room?" Jong Ji asked as he walked forward and entered the room. "I don't think there is anything worth hiding here for more than ten..."

His heart skipped a beat. And he felt a rush of mixed emotions.

Part of him was angry, while part of him was shocked.

"What in the world is this?" He asked.

He was so shocked that he couldn't even turn his head and look at his mother.

An old table was attached to the left wall. The table was spread along the whole wall.

However, the dusty old broken table was not what shocked Jong Ji. It was the content on the table.

The table was full of rusty old broken swords.

Expect that the rest of the room was almost empty, except for the large chest at the right corner.

"My father... was a cultivator?" Jong Ji asked unsurely. He couldn't believe it. No, he didn't want to.

"Yes, he was." His mother said with a heavy heart.

But that was it. There was only silence for the next couple of minutes.

Jong Ji stared at the broken swords while his mother kept silent behind.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He suddenly turned and asked in a calm voice.

"Because your father wanted it. He wanted you to live a normal life as an ordinary citizen without having any affairs with the world of cultivation." His mother said, looking him straight in the eyes. She expected him to storm at her any second now.

However, that never happened.

"I see." Jong Ji said. Oddly, he sounded very mature, unlike a twelve-year-old kid, and he quickly accepted that his father was a cultivator.

"Are you angry?" His mother asked, hiding her surprise behind her straight face.

"I am. Any other time, I would have already stormed at you for hiding the fact that my father was a cultivator. But not now." He said.

"I see." She got closer and stroked his hair. "My boy has grown up." She said with a smile.

Jong Ji smiled back at her.

Tears flowed down Jong Ji's face as he remembered the whole situation.

"Mother, I'm sorry." He said through tears as he hugged his mother. "It's all my fault. I'm useless.

"Don't worry, my child." She said as she stroked his hair. However, even though she tried to cover it, Jong Ji could still sense the sadness in her voice.

And he could even guess a part of the reason for her sadness. It probably was because she was disappointed in him.

However, he couldn't be more wrong.

The truth was that his mother didn't care about herself. She wanted her precious son to continue living and have a happy life.

Of course, that was not what Jong Ji thought. There was no life for him without his mother. Without her, the world would turn into hell, and until the end of his life, he would suffer.

"Alright, alright. Everything is going to be okay." She said as she gently pushed him off herself.

She gently wiped his tears, and after making sure he had calmed down, she stepped forward and took an old dusty key from the corner of the table.

She then started walking towards the chest at the right corner of the room.

Jong Ji followed a step behind his mother in silence.

Arriving before the chest, Jong Ji now saw the chest in more detail.

The chest was a wooden box made of wood with iron plates spreading from the lock all over the chest and holding the chest together.

His mother then bent down and inserted the key into the lock.

She turned the key, and the lock unlocked.

Creak!

The chest made a loud, unpleasant noise as Jong Ji's mother opened it.

The insides of the chest were pretty empty. Still, it didn't fail to shock Jong Ji.

Inside the treasure chest was a hooded dark-blue robe carefully folded into a square shape. And on top of the robe was placed a longsword.

Surprisingly, the chest was perfectly fit for the longsword.

Jong Ji's mother took out the sword.

The sword had a white grip and sheath covered in blue vine-like decorations.

His mother unsheathed the sword and held it with her right hand. While in the left hand, she had the sheath. The sword pointed upwards.

Beautiful.

It was the only word Jong Ji had that could describe the sword.

The blade of the sword was blue, ice blue. It perfectly matched the white sheath and handle.

The sword also had a horns-like guard, which was also ice blue.

Looking at the sword, his mother said, "This is your father's sword. The Ice Rose."

"The Ice Rose?" Jong Ji repeated in a low voice, a voice full of astonishment.

"Come here." His mother said. "Hold the sword." She stepped back and gave the sword to Jong Ji.

Jong Ji lowered the sword and cupped his middle and index finger. Then with his fingers, he passed through the blade's center, the fuller. He was admiring the beauty of the sword.

However, as he moved his fingers toward the tip of the sword, his mind strayed, and his fingers moved to the blade's edge.

The blade was sharp.

"Off!" He let out a low sound as the sword made a light cut on his index finger.

Tap, tap!

A few drops of blood fell on the blade of the sword.

"Son!" It took his mother, who was not even a meter away from him, only one step to rush over to him. However, when her hand was just a few inches from reaching his shoulder, she found that her hand had stuck in the air. And she was unable to move.

She tried moving with all her strength, but it was useless.

The temperature in the room began rapidly decreasing. The sword shone with a cold white-blue brilliance and flew from Jong Ji's hand into the air.

Shining with the brilliant cold light, the sword blade pointing at the roof looked like it could slice the house in half with a swing.

Even though he didn't know what was happening, and humans' nature was to fear the unknown. However, Jong Ji didn't feel any fear when facing the Ice Rose.

He somehow knew that the sword wouldn't hurt him or his mother, as if the Ice Rose had emotions. And by the looks of it, he could feel the sword's emotions. Like they somehow made a special connection.

Then at that moment, Jong Ji's eyes shone with brilliant blue light, the same light that the sword was giving off.

Jong Ji fell into a trance.

The trance didn't last long, and coming to himself, he felt tears flowing down his face uncontrollably.

"It's sad!" He said as he stretched his right hand towards the sword in the air. "The Ice Rose is sad!" As he said this sentence, even more tears started flowing down his face.

Suddenly, as his hand stretched towards the sword in the air, it glowed even brighter.

The white-blue brilliance bathed the whole room in white-blue light.

The light blinded Jong Ji and his mother. However, he felt something settle in his stretched hand.

As the light slowly dispersed, and he slowly opened his eyes, he saw the sword in his hand.

"Son!" He heard his mother from behind. The second he heard his mother shouting, he could feel his mother hugging him.

She turned him to herself. "Son, are you alright? Are you hurt somewhere?" She asked as her hands checked for any injuries all over his body.

"Mom, I'm alright!" Jong Ji said.

"Thank goodness!" His mother said as she let out a deep sigh.

She then turned back and picked up the sword sheath.

"Although he was my husband, there were many secrets he refused to tell me even on his death door. All I know is that he was strong." She said as she passed the sheath. "And he loved me." She said the last sentence in a low voice, but Jong Ji still heard her.

Jong Ji smiled as he placed the Ice Rose back in its sheath.

BANG! BANG! BANG!