Supreme Master: Cultivation Starts After Recruiting SSS-Grade Talent

At the moment, the world around Xie Ren began to collapse, it was as though everything, the very fabric of space itself, was shattering. Reality fractured into a thousand pieces, the air thick with an oppressive stillness.

He was left drifting in an endless, black void, suspended in nothingness.

But then, with a flicker, Xie Ren closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, the void had shifted. The space around him began to reform, the broken pieces of reality slowly stitching themselves together.

Time rewound, like the delicate turn of a scroll, and in the blink of an eye, he was back at the beginning.

Once more, he stood before the red inferno.

The burning village stretched before him, its flames touching the sky, devouring everything in their path.

The air was thick with smoke, and the acrid scent of burning flesh lingered. The bodies of the fallen lay scattered across the ground, some still twitching in their final moments, others reduced to nothing but ash.

And there, on the edge of the wreckage, was Chen Yinyin. A young girl, standing motionless amidst the destruction.

Her wide eyes were fixed on the fire, the horror in her gaze reflecting the chaos around her. Her lips trembled, and with a voice filled with despair, "Father... Mother... Brother... they're all gone. Everyone is dead!"

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, her sobs mixing with the crackling of the flames.

Xie Ren, who had been standing motionless, watching the scene unfold, took a step forward. But before he could move further, the voice of the little fairy echoed in his mind.

[Lord Immortal, whatever you do here could alter her future growth. It may change her fate forever. Are you sure you want to intervene?]

The voice was filled with caution, with hesitation, as if the little fairy understood the dangerous consequences of meddling with the threads of destiny.

[Lord Immortal, please consider carefully.]

Xie Ren remained silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the young girl before him. And without a word, he took a step forward.

He materialized beside her. Chen Yinyin's tear-streaked face turned towards him, her eyes wide with shock. She stared at him, her gaze locking onto the cultivator's robes.

"Immortal Lord!" she cried, her voice cracking with desperation. She reached out, her small hands clutching at the hem of his robes. "Please... save my village! Save my family!"

"Please... I'll do anything... anything!"

Xie Ren's expression was calm, as always. With a flick of his sleeve, the air shifted.

A powerful gust of wind surged through the village, howling like a tempest. The flames hissed and writhed, but they could not stand against the sheer force of his energy.

In an instant, the inferno was extinguished, leaving only silence.

But the destruction remained.

The village, once a home, now lay in ruins. Charred wood and crumbled stone were all that remained of the proud homes that had stood here.

Chen Yinyin stood frozen for a moment, her heart sinking as she took in the sight.

Her knees wobbled beneath her, and she moved, slowly, almost as if in a trance, toward the wreckage of her family's home.

She dropped to her knees amidst the broken stones, her hands trembling as she touched the scorched earth where her family had once stood.

She reached out, tenderly brushing over the remains of her parents and little brother, their bodies broken and burned beyond recognition.

Tears flowed freely from her eyes, each drop a manifestation of her sorrow.

Xie Ren stood beside her, silent, his gaze distant as he watched her in her mourning. He did not speak, nor did he offer her comfort. He knew this was something only she could endure.

She gently arranged her family's remains, giving them the respect of a proper burial despite death's cruelty.

Her hands were steady, despite the tremor in her heart, and she placed each broken piece of her world with care.

The flames may have been extinguished, but the damage they left behind was irreparable.

"You are strong," Xie Ren's voice finally broke the heavy silence.

Chen Yinyin's tear-streaked eyes lifted to meet his.

"What do you mean, lord immortal?" she asked, her voice thick with sorrow. "I've lost everything... How can I be strong?"

Xie Ren's gaze softened.

"Strength is the only thing that can change the world," he replied. "This village was destroyed for a reason. Someone with the power to obliterate it all did this. But if you come with me, if you follow me, I will help you find them and seek your revenge."

The word hung in the air like a fragile promise, and for a moment, hope flickered in Chen Yinyin's eyes, fragile yet alive.

The thought of vengeance, of justice, stirred something deep within her, like a dying ember that caught the faintest glimmer of flame.

"Revenge..." she whispered, tasting the word on her lips, feeling its bitterness, yet knowing it was the only path left for her. "You... you can really help me?"

Xie Ren nodded slowly, his expression unreadable.

Chen Yinyin's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her eyes flickered to the charred remains of her family, the wreckage of everything she had once loved.

"I'll follow you," she said. "Mother, Father, Brother... I will become strong. I will seek revenge, and I will make them pay for what they have done."

...

In this second life, this second trial of hers, Xie Ren did not merely stand as an observer. Instead, he took her as his disciple, guiding her down a path far different from the one she had walked in her original life.

The Silent Soul Scripture was the key to her transformation.

Under his tutelage, her cultivation soared. The innate talent for cultivation she had possessed since birth blossomed as she absorbed the wisdom of the scripture. It was as if she had been a bird with broken wings, now freed to soar high, her potential unfurling like a storm.

In this life, she didn not to participate in the war between the righteous and demonic sects. In this life, she did not lose herself to her inner demons. Instead, she persevered, her mind and heart steeled against the darkness that had once threatened to consume her.

Throughout it all, Xie Ren was at her side, her master, her guide. He watched her grow, always silent, always distant, but his presence was a constant, like the stars watching over the night sky.

And finally, after years of relentless pursuit, she uncovered the truth: the one who had razed her village, the one who had slaughtered her people, was none other than the Ruthless Sovereign Zhenwu.

In a mere hundred years, she stood at the pinnacle of her cultivation. She was ready to march to the Palace of Zhenwu, ready to bring destruction upon the one who had caused her so much pain.

Before she left, she knelt before her master.

"Thank you for everything, Master," she said, her voice full of both gratitude and sorrow. "This is my fight. You need not get involved."

Xie Ren's gaze softened, but he nodded, understanding.

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"I see," he said simply.