The Rise Of The Destoyer

In a large and magnificent house, where the house stood for a Clan that was quite famous because it had produced many powerful cultivators who were now spread across many cities as high officials of kingdoms and empires. In Dashan City, that Clan stood strong; no one dared to cause trouble or disturb it. However, an unwanted misfortune occurred: a young man who was known to be very kind and highly talented, and who was expected to become the future replacement for the Patriarch, had experienced a decline in his life. Now he lay weak because his energy center had been destroyed by an unknown person. Now he was considered trash and became the subject of ridicule by his peers. Generally, a child would begin training when they reached five years old, and two years after that they should be able to condense Qi and reach the early stage of the Black Realm. If they could not, then they were considered disabled and it would be difficult to reach the highest realm. However, it was different with the son of the Han Clan patriarch. At the age of five he had already successfully broken through to the Black Realm, and at the age of ten he had already reached the Energy Core Realm. That caused much jealousy among the other children, even among the parents of those children. Until the unfortunate event happened a month ago… He could not accept his condition, but what could he do! All medicine and treasures had been exhausted to repair his energy center, but showed no results. For several months a search had also been conducted, but Patriarch Han Long still could not find the culprit, because there were not many clues known other than a star tattoo on the wrist of the person who had harmed his son. "How truly pitiful your fate is, Son!" A crying voice accompanied by an embrace felt wet on the face of that ten-year-old child. "I am already tired, Mother, being insulted and called trash. I feel it would be better for me to die than to bear this disgrace and embarrass the family!" "Don't talk like that, son. You must be strong. You are the heir of the Clan!" The mother tried to stay strong and said something that was difficult to grasp with reason. Because whoever leads the Clan is a strong person, not a weak person without inner energy or Qi. "Oh Mother, you are too kind. Father’s position itself might be replaced very soon, because the wolves’ stomachs are already very hungry and want to get rid of our little family. I’m sure the incident that happened to me now was only ordered by one of the insiders. No need to guess far—only the Clan elders know the place where I often train. This is the beginning of a conspiracy!" said Han Nian, voicing his suspicion. Indeed, sometimes suspicions are not off the mark. "It seems that is true. Mother also just realized it. Because we trusted them too much, we never suspected them. Mother will take you to meet Grandfather Ling in Linggau City. Pack your things first." Ling Hua walked slowly, leaving her son Han Nian’s room. After that, Ling Hua walked back to the bedroom to meet her husband. The door opened… "Aaaaaaaa, help! There’s a killer!" Ling Hua screamed very loudly when she saw her husband now slumped weakly with blood seeping from his stomach and mouth. "Run, my love! We have been betrayed by everyone!" Ling Hua ran as hard as she could after hearing her husband’s final order. While running, she called out for the guards, but no one came, as if this had indeed been planned by everyone. Ling Hua was not a cultivator; she was just an ordinary person who married the Clan leader because of luck and her beauty. Now her life was on the brink of death. Han Nian, who heard his mother’s scream, rushed out of his room and found that there was one person chasing his mother using a weapon already stained with blood. He could recognize that person as First Elder Han Rui, the father of Han Kai who in the past few days had often mocked him. Not only that, Han Kai also did not hesitate to hit him. "Run, Nian Er, save your life!" Ling Hua shouted when she saw the fear in her son’s eyes. Han Nian froze, like a statue, not moving an inch. "Hurry, Son, run! Mother will hold him off!" After she finished speaking, her body convulsed because a sword pierced from her back through to her chest. Tears could not be held back. Even if his energy center still existed, he would not be able to fight back, let alone now that he no longer had it. Han Nian decided to turn around and leave his mother who was sacrificing herself to hold back the killer. That little child left the house and kept running in the middle of the heavy rain that drenched the earth, as if mourning the current state of that family. The pain in his heart was unbearable. Perhaps now he would be all alone, but the fire of revenge ignited his spirit to live now. "Father, Mother! I will avenge both of your deaths. By heaven and earth and the rain that bears witness," he shouted while continuing to run, no longer caring about his broken sandals, no longer caring about his thin and weak body. What he cared about now was the desire to live and then seek power to ignite the fire of revenge. Han Rui launched his body and kicked a tree to make a long leap until he could reach Han Nian who was running. That night, for some reason, the world seemed empty and uninhabited. There was only him and the first elder chasing each other in the Clan. "You can’t run anymore, boy. Quickly hand over the dragon bracelet you’re hiding!" Han Nian was already cornered against the back wall. He could not run anymore. Shouting was also meaningless because now several people had come out from the residences, but they were only spectators. As if saying that they were also involved in the current incident. "The strong are the ones in power!" said one of the trusted elders of Han Long. He was also known as Elder Han Zhi. "Quickly hand over that dragon bracelet. That bracelet is the symbol of leadership of the Han Clan. I’m sure the future patriarch candidate will spare you," he added again without feeling, without the gentle side he usually showed. Now there was only a harsh gaze wanting to pounce. "Hahaha!" Han Rui laughed loudly. "You understand now. Life is about choosing what is good and strong. Han Long is indeed no longer suitable to be Patriarch because he has a disabled son like you. He also no longer thinks about our fate, only thinking about you alone who can no longer possibly have power. Want to be angry?!" Han Rui gave a glaring look. "Quickly hand over that dragon bracelet! If not!" "I don’t have it! I already told you I don’t have it!" With the typical trait of a child crying when intimidated, Han Nian shouted. "I will always remember the story of today and all of your faces. Remember, one day, if I survive and gain power, I will come to demand accountability for the burning vengeance in my heart." After that, he was seen pressing something on the wall. A secret door opened, then he fell inside and was swept away following the river current. Everyone also knew that there was indeed a way to get out by pressing its mechanism, then the secret door would open. That door itself was indeed designed for the evacuation of Clan members in case of a sudden attack. "Let me chase him," Han Zhi hurriedly leapt. However, he was held back by Han Rui. "No need. That river is the habitat of crocodiles. If you chase him it will be in vain. Perhaps now he is already in the belly of a crocodile. So don’t do something foolish. Clean this Clan of blood and the corpses of that husband and wife, then release the news of the deaths of these three people with a little seasoning, and then we will hold the appointment of a new Patriarch!" said Han Rui with a victorious smile…