Year 150 of the Great Xia Calendar.

The heaven and earth undergo great changes, and the evil spirit revives.

Almost overnight, the whole world turned into a world of monsters.

Countless demons appear from nowhere and occupy the human world.

From then on, the killings continued and the evil disasters continued.

In the following years, demon cultivators, devil cultivators, ghost cultivators, and even... orcs began to appear in this world.

They compete with the human race for this world.

In order to fight against demons and non-human beings, the human race began to deploy weapons all over the world and advocated cultivation among all people.

Not only have martial arts schools been established in major counties and cities, but martial arts divisions have also been established in various cities to vigorously train martial artists...

Hanwucheng.

Xia Mansion.

Under the scorching sun, Xia Nan was sweating like rain as she stepped on the flowing wind.

The slender and strong figure suddenly changed, the sword in his hand shone brightly, and his smart eyes shone like stars.

The various basic knife skills of chopping, picking, stabbing, wiping, hanging, and chopping can be used continuously, like flowing clouds and flowing water, with ease.

I have been in this world for more than half a year!

It's strange to say that I stayed at home the night before to watch short videos, and then I woke up here.

After receiving the memory of the original owner, I found that not only did there be no electricity, no refrigerator, no mobile phone, and no "girl by the bridge", but it was also a chaotic world where demons were rampant.

The parents of the original owner disappeared ten years ago, and it is unknown whether they are dead or alive. It is said that it is related to a demonic disaster.

Xia Nan estimated that he was probably dead, otherwise ten years later, if he was still alive, there would be some news, but so far, there is still no news.

After his parents disappeared, the housekeeper, Uncle He, was the only one who supported the family.

In order to reduce expenses, the last servant was dismissed by Uncle He a few years ago. Only he, Uncle He, and the servant Xia Hu were left in the huge Xia Mansion.

Knowing that it was scary outside, Xia Nan, like the original owner, did not go out.

Anyway, Uncle He and Xia Hu take care of everything inside and outside the house.

He just needs to stay at home and practice every day.

As long as he can break through and become a martial artist before the age of eighteen, he will have the opportunity to enter a martial arts academy for systematic training and further study.

Working hard to become stronger is the only rule for survival in this world.

Therefore, besides eating and sleeping every day, he practices cultivation.

The original owner practiced not sword skills but marksmanship, but Xia Nan didn't like guns because they thought they were too long and inconvenient to carry. He preferred knives, so he simply changed to sword skills.

I don't know if it's because of my strong soul or my natural affinity with swords. It only took half a month to master the basic sword skills from a novice to a first glimpse of the basics, and then three months to achieve mastery.

And just ten days ago, I finally practiced the sword technique to the point of mastering it.

"Master!"

Xia Hu, who had grown to 2.3 meters tall, hurried towards him from outside with a shiny bald head, and rushed into the martial arts arena in a few strides.

This guy was the same age as him, less than eighteen years old. It was said that when he was picked up as a child, he was larger than ordinary children.

The upper body is bare, and the well-developed muscles exude a healthy bronze luster, full of wildness, and giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Wearing a pair of large blue floral pants, the black leg hair is flying in the sun.

What's interesting is that this kid has never grown his hair since he burned it in a fire a few years ago.

"What's up?"

Xia Nan held a knife in her arm, put away the knife and stood up, walked to the sidelines, picked up a towel and wiped her face.

Xia Hu has lived in the Xia Mansion since he was a child and grew up with the original owner. Although he is a servant, he is actually one of his own family just like Uncle He.

He had long been accustomed to Xia Hu's bashing and whining.

"Master, it's not good!"

Xia Hu ran to Xia Nan with a fearful expression. His huge body like an iron tower instantly cast a large shadow under the scorching sun.

"Uncle He is dead!"

"What?"

Xia Nan was startled and her heart sank.

"What's going on? Tell me clearly!"

Throw the towel on the rack.

"Yesterday, Uncle He heard that the Fierce Blood Fruit appeared in Demon King Mountain. He thought that if the young master took it, he would be able to solve the problem of insufficient Qi and blood, break through the main vein of martial arts in one fell swoop, and step into the realm of Tongmai to become a warrior.

Early this morning, we entered Demon King Mountain together with the Xiongba hunting group.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at Demon King Mountain, Uncle He was killed by a group of demons."

No wonder I haven’t seen Uncle He since early in the morning. It turns out he went to Demon King Mountain!

Xia Nan looked solemn and looked up at Xia Hu, "Who told you this news?"

"It was said by Cheng Hu from the Xiongba Hunting Group. He said that as soon as they arrived at Demon King Mountain, they were besieged by a group of monsters. Two people from the Xiongba Hunting Group died on the spot. Uncle He was surrounded and killed by three high-level monsters.

A wolf monster bit off its head and died tragically on the spot, and its body was eaten by the group of monsters on the spot."

As he said this, the two-meter-three tall man started to cry.

The master picked him up from the mountains.

But since the master and his wife disappeared ten years ago, all the responsibilities of the family have been handed over to the housekeeper, Uncle He.

From then on, Uncle He acted as both father and mother to raise him and the young master.

He and the young master have always regarded Uncle He as their closest relative, thinking that they must repay Uncle He well in the future.

Who knows, before they could repay Uncle He, Uncle He died.

"Okay, stop crying."

Xia Nan shouted, her voice a little dull.

Uncle He's death was a heavy blow to him and Xia Hu.

Without Uncle He, a martial arts master, to protect them from wind and rain, it meant that the days of ease were gone forever. From today on, he and Xia Hu would face this dangerous world head-on.

But now is not the time to wallow in pain.

Xia Nan took a deep breath, quickly calmed down, and looked up at Xia Hu, "Who provided the news about the Blood Fruit?"

"It seems to be provided by Wang Sheng, the deputy leader of the Xiongba Hunting Group. I remember that Uncle He mentioned this before going out this morning. He also talked about sharing, saying that if you are lucky, you can get 30% of the profit."

Xia Hu recalled.

"The news about the Blood Fruit was provided by the people from the Xiongba Hunting Group, and the news about Uncle He's death was also told to you by the people from the Xiongba Hunting Group, hum!"

Xia Nan snorted coldly.

Xia Hu was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, his eyes lit up, "Master, you mean... the news is false? Uncle He is not dead?"

Xia Nan shook his head slightly and said with a heavy heart: "No, Uncle He is dead. This news cannot be false."

"What does the young master mean?" Xia Hu couldn't grasp what Xia Nan meant.

"If I remember correctly, that Cheng Hu seems to be at the sixth level of Tongmai Realm, right?"

When saying this, a cold light flashed in Xia Nan's eyes.

"Indeed, Uncle He mentioned him and his level of cultivation a few days ago."

Xia Hu nodded.

Xia Nan turned and looked up at him, "Don't you find it strange? This Cheng Hu is at the sixth level of Tongmai Realm, and he came back from Demon King Mountain alive. But He Bo is at the seventh level of Tongmai Realm, but he is dead!"

Xia Hu was stunned, and suddenly his eyes widened, his iron fists clenched tightly, and his whole body was filled with an evil aura: "Master, you mean..."

Xia Nan raised her hand to stop Xia Hu from continuing, "This is just speculation, we have no evidence."

Living in this chaotic world, survival is not easy. It requires not only bloodiness, but also calmness.

"These are not important for the time being. What is important is how we overcome the current difficulties."

Xia Nan squinted her eyes and looked towards the door, clenching the knife in her hand.

This is a world where demons are rampant.

The demon is outside the city, all over the mountains and plains, running rampant;

Demonic disasters usually come on every full moon night.

The human city has become the last defense of the human race.

As a place for rest and recuperation, the land in the city has naturally become the scarcest resource.
To be continued...