Crying Blood Record

Lu Xun woke up suddenly, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, his chest heaved violently, and tears fell silently. He didn't know who that figure was, he only knew that his father, mother, and brother died in that person's hands, and a deep sense of hatred and powerlessness swept through his body. He raised his hand to touch his Dantian, where a gentle power lurked, but it was the only light in his twelve years of darkness. He didn't dare to let anyone find out, so he could only secretly run his skills in the woodshed late at night, absorb the power of the soul, hide in the dust, dormant silently, vowing to become stronger and pay for his family's blood debt.