Chapter 611 - 609: That Little Beggar!

Looking at Wen Liang, who was just a stone’s throw away,

Jiang Chen suddenly asked, "Do you really not recognize me anymore?"

The question was asked.

Wen Liang was suddenly stunned.

At first, he couldn’t quite process it.

He had expected Jiang Chen to offer some last words or a grand, defiant speech, but he never imagined he would ask such a question.

This left Wen Liang feeling a little lost.

Now, looking at Jiang Chen up close again,

that familiar feeling washed over him.

Yes, he remembered. Jiang Chen’s face was becoming more and more familiar. There was even a faint sense of nostalgia.

It was as if... many years ago...

Wen Liang remembered a time when he must have been a little beggar, all alone, begging to survive.

He had lived a life exposed to the elements,

utterly pitiful. Even now, looking back, everything that had happened felt so incredible.

From a beggar, he had founded the entire territory of the Fire Sparrow Kingdom.

And all of this was because of one person.

He had met that person while he was begging.

He still remembered that day. The wind was biting, and snow filled the air.

He had failed to beg for any food and stood in the cold winter wearing only a few ragged clothes he had found, staring at the empty street.

There was nowhere left for him to beg.

"Child, you must be hungry, aren’t you?"

A warm voice spoke beside his ear.

At some point, a young man had appeared next to him.

Despite the heavy snowfall, not a single snowflake landed on the man.

It was as if all the snow was actively avoiding him.

He looked at the man pitifully. All he felt was cold and hunger. Beyond that, he didn’t know if he could survive until the snow stopped.

He managed a weak nod.

Just then, a warm aura enveloped him.

He suddenly felt as if he were back by a warm stove.

Just as he thought he was dreaming, the man took out several steamed buns and handed them to him.

"Here, child. Eat."

"There’s water here, too."

Not only did he get warm buns, but he also received water to drink.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill,

he hastily knelt before the man in gratitude.

"Thank you, Benefactor! Thank you!"

But the man just waved his hand. "You don’t need to thank me."

"These were just my leftovers. I happened to see you, so I gave them to you."

But at that moment, Wen Liang truly cried.

Whether they were leftovers or not, at least he had survived that freezing, windy night.

He made it to the next day.

After that, he followed the man for a full three years. Not only did he no longer have to worry about food or clothing, but the man was also kind enough to pass on a Cultivation Technique to him.

"This is the Vermilion Bird Seal. Once you learn it, you’ll be able to support yourself."

From then on, following the man’s guidance, Wen Liang began his Cultivation of the Vermilion Bird Seal.

When he had achieved some small success and was ready to find his benefactor, the man was already gone.

He never saw his benefactor again.

He hadn’t even had the chance to say a proper thank you before the man left.

’Benefactor, where are you?’

He often thought this, wanting to thank the man.

But his benefactor never appeared again.

Until just now, when his memories were jolted awake by the face before him.

His mouth hung open, his mind a complete blank.

’It’s him... It’s really him...’

Wen Liang’s heart screamed.

He had felt that the man before him looked familiar, but it was only now that his memories from a thousand years ago were suddenly awakened.

All of it had happened nearly a thousand years ago.

In the blink of an eye, almost a millennium had passed.

He could forget anything, but he could never, ever forget the benefactor who saved him on that cold, snowy night and changed his life.

He couldn’t forget. He truly couldn’t.

"Father, kill him, quickly!"

Lord Wen kept urging Wen Liang from behind. He hated Jiang Chen to the bone and wished his father would kill him on the spot.

Beside him, Wen Shixi clenched his fists tightly.

A savage grin spread across his face.

’You’re dead meat. You’re so dead.’

’Go to hell.’

"Grandfather, hurry! Kill him! He’s the bane that will destroy our Fire Sparrow Kingdom!"

Countless people from the Fire Sparrow Kingdom wanted to see their Ancestor personally kill Jiang Chen.

But at this moment, their Ancestor didn’t move. Instead, he just stared blankly at Jiang Chen.

Then, as everyone watched,

THUD!

Abruptly, they saw Wen Liang suddenly drop to his knees before Jiang Chen.

He even dramatically hugged Jiang Chen’s leg.

Tears instantly streamed down his aged face.

"Benefactor! Benefactor, is it you?"

"It’s me, the little beggar!"

"I’m that little beggar!"

Wen Liang was really crying. In his nearly one thousand years of life, he had cried twice.

Both times were in front of this man.

He truly felt as if he had been transported back a thousand years.

In that instant, everyone present was frozen in place.

Murong Xiangming had thought Jiang Chen was a dead man.

But this sudden reversal caught her completely off guard.

She stared dumbfounded at the scene. The Ancestor of the Fire Sparrow Kingdom, a man whose Cultivation was on the verge of breaking through to the Martial Saint realm, was hugging Jiang Chen’s leg and crying like a child.

The Pavilion Master of the Treasure Elephant Pavilion also wore a look of astonishment.

Of course, they weren’t the only ones. Lord Wen and Wen Shixi looked as if they had been struck by lightning.

’What is going on?’

Their Ancestor, the god in their hearts, was hugging Jiang Chen’s leg and crying.

Crying.

He was wailing so loudly, as if afraid others wouldn’t hear him.

The father and son, Lord Wen and Wen Shixi, trembled violently.

With faces full of disbelief, they watched as the powerful Ancestor of their hearts clung to Jiang Chen’s leg, his face streaked with tears.

Everyone looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"Benefactor... Benefactor..."

"It’s really me! It’s me!"

"Have you forgotten?"

"I’m the little beggar you saved on that cold, windy night!"

As if afraid Jiang Chen wouldn’t remember him, he kept reminding him.

Jiang Chen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

An old man was hugging his leg and sobbing like this... anyone watching would think he was bullying him.

But it was clear that Wen Liang had recognized him.

A thousand years ago, he had come to the Bright Moon Continent. One day, while wandering through the mortal world, he had encountered Wen Liang, who was starving and freezing in the bitter wind.

He had bought some steamed buns for Wen Liang.

It was originally just a small act of kindness. But seeing that Wen Liang had some aptitude, he also taught him the Vermilion Bird Seal—not the complete version, of course, but a modified one.

After all, if you’re going to help someone, you should see it through to the end.

So, he had simply decided to change Wen Liang’s fate.

By cultivating the Vermilion Bird Seal, Wen Liang would sooner or later become a Martial Cultivator and escape his miserable destiny.

Earlier, when he saw the Fire Sparrow Seal, it clearly carried his own Spiritual Qi. That’s how he recognized that Wen Liang was the little beggar he had saved all those years ago.

He just never expected to see Wen Liang again.

A thousand years had passed in a flash.

He felt a wave of emotion.

He nodded. "Alright, you can get up now."

"That was all in the past."

This Wen Liang clearly hadn’t forgotten the kindness he had been shown back then.