The Blood Of The Lord

Chapter 02: Whispers from the Darkness

Chen Wu limped away from the river, his body still feeling tired, but his heart full of turmoil. The dark energy that had been flowing within him felt like fire that burned every wound, both powerful and terrifying. The whispered voice was still ringing in his mind, echoing in the emptiness he had felt.

"Your blood is the key. You don't belong to them, Chen Wu. You belong to something much bigger."

Chen Wu gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the voice, but he knew something had changed. He is no longer the child who was continuously beaten and scolded without fighting back. He felt a different power, a power he didn't understand but was thrilling.

The night sky looked dark, the stars seemed to fade behind the black mist. The air around the forest felt heavier than usual, like there was something lurking in the darkness. Chen Wu stopped in his tracks, his breath ragged.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice loud even though he felt like he was speaking to a void. "Are you the one who gave me that power?"

There was no answer, only the cold wind blowing around him. but just as Chen Wu was about to continue walking, the voice returned, clearer this time, like someone was standing right behind him.

"I am your legacy, Chen Wu. I am your blood. I am the ruler that has long been dormant within you."

Chen Wu turned around quickly, his eyes narrowed through the darkness. But all he saw was his own reflection, standing among the towering trees. But the shadow felt different—bigger, scarier, with glowing red eyes staring back at him.

"What do you mean?" Chen Wu asked, even though he felt himself starting to understand. "That power... where did it come from?"

The shadow grinned, although his face was vague.

"You will find out in time. But to unlock all this, you have to survive. You must become stronger, beyond anything you could ever imagine."

Chen Wu frowned. “I can't even feel the energy. How can I become strong?”

The shadow was silent for a moment, then said in a deep, almost commanding tone.

"You don't need energy like theirs. Their energy is small and fragile compared to what is within you. You are the inheritor of true power, power that can only be awakened through pain and destruction."

Chen Wu fell silent. Those words were like spears piercing into his heart. All this time, pain was the only thing he knew. If it was true that power was born from suffering, then he had gone through more than enough to awaken it.

"Then," he said quietly, his eyes shining with determination, "I will accept that power. I will become stronger, not for them, but for myself… and for mother."

The shadow smiled, then slowly faded away, leaving Chen Wu alone in the middle of the silent forest. but even though the image disappeared, something remained inside him. The dark aura now felt one with his blood, like an old friend returning.

Chen Wu continued his steps, walking a path full of thorns. In the distance, at the top of the dark valley, a low voice could be heard coming from the direction of the forbidden valley—where his mother had been confined for years. The voice sounded like a wail, but also like a call.

“Mother…” Chen Wu mumbled, his gaze looking far away at the valley. "Wait for me. I will set you free.”

The next morning, the atmosphere in the Tianlong Clan was different. The students whispered about the events of the previous night. Lu Feng and his friends had not returned from the forest, and rumors began to spread that something terrible had happened to them.

“He said Chen Wu…” whispered a disciple. “He beat them all up. Some say he uses black magic.”

"Impossible!" said another. “Chen Wu is trash. How could he have such strength?”

Amidst the whispers, Chen Wu stepped into the main courtyard. His body was still covered in wounds, but he walked straight. There was no smile on his face, just a strange calm. The disciples' gazes immediately fell on him. Some stepped back in fear, others looked at him in surprise.

An elder standing in the corner of the courtyard approached him. His face was full of anger, but there was a flash of fear in his eyes.

“Chen Wu,” said the elder, his voice firm, “what happened in the forest last night? Lu Feng and his friends came back seriously injured. Were you the one who did it?”

Chen Wu looked at the elder, his eyes cold. "They attacked me first," he answered calmly. “I was just defending myself.”

The elder fell silent, not knowing what to say. There was something in Chen Wu's eyes that made him hesitate to press the child any further.

"It's not over yet, Chen Wu," the elder said finally. "The clan will not let an incident like this pass by."

Chen Wu just nodded slightly, then walked away without saying anything else. However, in his heart, he knew that this was the start of something big. The Tianlong clan would soon realize that the “trash” they had been scorning had changed. And the world they know will never be the same again.