Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 1166 Familiarity

"Let him test your spiritual roots and handle the sect initiation procedures," Lin Feng said to Yun Chen. "The Outer Sect Elder has a rather serious personality, but a kind heart. When you meet him, be respectful and don't be impolite." Yun Chen nodded and said, "Thank you, Immortal Lin, for the reminder. I'll remember that." Lin Feng smiled and turned to walk towards a large hall beside the square. This hall, known as the "Outer Sect Hall," was where the Outer Sect Elders conducted their business. It was tall and majestic, with two disciples standing guard at the entrance, giving it an imposing presence. Yun Chen stood there, curiously surveying his surroundings. Most of the disciples in the square were focused on their cultivation, but a few noticed Yun Chen and looked at him with curiosity, a hint of confusion and inquiry in their eyes. Yun Chen, dressed in ordinary cloth, stood out from the surrounding disciples in their cyan uniforms, making it easy to tell he was an outsider.

"Boom!" The rain poured down like a torrential downpour, and the huge raindrops slammed into the iron roof of the abandoned factory with a deafening sound, like countless cold steel needles, ruthlessly piercing Chen Mo's already numb body. He gasped for breath, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain, as if a fire was burning in his chest. Chen Mo lay on the rusty ground, his body curled up. Three broken ribs were like sharp bone spurs, occasionally pricking his internal organs; his left leg was twisted at a strange angle, obviously broken. Blood mixed with rainwater gathered in a dark red pool under his body, slowly flowing along the depression in the ground, forming a shocking scene in this dark and damp factory. Not far away, Zhang Hao, who had once been his brother, was hugging his fiancée Su Qing, looking down at him condescendingly, his eyes full of mockery and disdain. Zhang Hao wore a sharp suit and polished shoes, his every move revealing a sense of pride. Su Qing, wearing delicate makeup and an expensive dress, nestled in Zhang Hao's arms like a proud peacock. "Chen Mo, don't blame me for being cruel," Zhang Hao said with a sly grin. He raised his foot and kicked Chen Mo's arm hard, his voice frivolous yet venomous. "Who asked you to stand in the way of Qingqing and me? Your little fortune and the company your father left behind are all mine now." He pulled a cigar from his pocket, slowly lit it, took a deep breath, and blew the smoke into Chen Mo's face. Su Qing frowned in disgust, her eyes devoid of guilt, only endless indifference. "Chen Mo, do you really think I'd spend my life with someone as incompetent as you? You'll never be able to give me what Young Master Zhang can give me. With you, I'll only be able to live in a shabby rental house and eat cheap instant noodles; with Young Master Zhang, I'll be able to live in a luxurious villa and wear expensive jewelry." She gently stroked Zhang Hao's chest, a flattering smile on her face. Chen Mo's eyes widened, filled with shock and anger. The so-called brotherly love and vows of love were all an elaborate scam. To seize his inheritance, they resorted to all means. First, they emptied the company left by his father, causing his mother to become furious over the bankruptcy, worsening her illness and ultimately dying in grief. Then, they tricked him into accumulating massive debts. He struggled adrift but was constantly frustrated, pursued by creditors. Now, they were going to kill him. As his consciousness faded, Chen Mo saw Zhang Hao raise the steel pipe, a cruel smile on his face. Su Qing's cold voice echoed in his ears: "Don't leave any trouble behind." As soon as she finished speaking, the steel pipe came crashing down on him like a meteor. Instant pain shot through his body, and Chen Mo's world plunged into complete darkness. Only endless hatred surged in his chest: "Zhang Hao! Su Qing! If there's an afterlife, I'll make you pay with blood!" ... "Ugh!" Chen Mo suddenly sat up in bed, gasping for air, cold sweat soaking the back of his T-shirt. His chest heaved violently, his eyes filled with fear and confusion. The surroundings felt both familiar and unfamiliar: the familiar ceiling of the rental house, spider webs swaying gently in the breeze in the corners; posters of his favorite college basketball players were adorned on the walls, their edges yellowing; unfinished instant noodles lay on the table, long gone cold and emitting a foul odor. This wasn't the abandoned factory where he died, but the house he rented when he was 22! Chen Mo trembled as he picked up his phone, his fingers shaking with excitement. The date clearly appeared on the screen: June 15, 2018. Seeing it, his heart skipped a beat. It was the day he'd just graduated and was about to intern at the company of his father's friend, Uncle Zhao. It was also the day Zhang Hao first approached him, offering to introduce him to resources, and began his plans! Memories of his past life flooded back, every detail crystal clear. His mother, irritated by Zhang Hao's draining of her company, had become increasingly ill. Even as she lay dying in her hospital bed, she urged him to take good care of himself. Zhang Hao had tricked him into a massive debt, and his efforts to find solutions were met with repeated setbacks. He was cornered and beaten by creditors in an alley. In the end, his family was torn apart, and he died tragically in the wilderness, with no one to collect his body. And the man who had orchestrated all this was still playing the role of "good brother." Thinking of this, Chen Mo clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. The confusion and cowardice of his past life were gone from his eyes, replaced only by cold hatred and determination. "2018... I'm back." He murmured in a low voice, his voice filled with relief at having survived a disaster, and even more with the flames of revenge, "Zhang Hao, Su Qing, this life, it's my turn. Whatever you owe me, what you owe my family, I will get back bit by bit, all of it!" His tone was firm and cold, like a vow from hell. The phone suddenly rang, and the words "Zhang Hao" flashed on the screen. The piercing ringtone was particularly abrupt in the quiet room, as if it were a mockery of fate. Chen Mo looked at the two words, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. He took a deep breath, tried to calm his inner emotions, and then pressed the answer button. "Hello, Mozi!" Zhang Hao's enthusiastic voice came from the other end of the phone, as if he was really a good brother who cared about his brothers, "Isn't today the day you go to Uncle Zhao's company for internship? How about it, are you almost ready? Let me tell you, Uncle Zhao is very picky, you have to perform well. By the way, I will treat you to lunch at noon and welcome you. By the way, I will introduce you to some big men in the industry, so that you can get along well in the circle in the future." Chen Mo listened to Zhang Hao's hypocritical words and felt nauseous. He suppressed his inner anger and said in a calm tone: "Okay, Haozi, thanks for your help. Where shall we meet at noon?" "