Little Sister

"Song Kang!" Song Qin's entire body was on guard against He Tian's rescue of He Chuan.

However, he did not expect the battle situation would change so quickly. Song Kang, who originally had the upper hand, was instantly killed by He Chuan.

As a result, it was already too late for him to rescue Song Kang!

"Haha! Good job!"

"Clan Leader Song, Clan Leader Wang, my son has won all three battles. Why aren't you going to fulfill your bet and leave?!" He Tian turned to look at Song Qin and Wang Linqiang.

"Let's go!" Song Qin, who was originally furious, forcefully swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He could only suppress his anger and take the lead to turn around and leave.

"I will remember what happened yesterday. I'll definitely repay you for your grace in the future!" He Chuan stood still and said coldly with a smile,

"You.." Song Qin stopped in his tracks and turned around angrily.

"Don't forget to bring the corpse back. The He family doesn't have the time to bury people from the Song family!" He Chuan turned around and walked back to the He family.

"Damn it!" Song Qin clenched his fists so tightly that they creaked. At this moment, he was so angry his entire body was trembling. It was as if he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He wanted nothing more than to charge into the He family and slaughter their entire family!

Looking at the crowd gathered around him, he finally sighed and left with hatred.

Wang Linqiang also narrowed his eyes as he unwillingly looked at He Chuan's back with killing intent.

Today, the plan to unite with Song to destroy the He family had completely failed.

Moreover, it caused both clans to suffer heavy casualties and lose three favored sons.

They returned in utter defeat!

This matter would definitely spread like wildfire, and at that time, the Song and Wang Clans would become the laughingstock of Canglan City!

Seeing the Song and Wang families leave, the backs of the He family members were already drenched in cold sweat. They heaved a sigh of relief with lingering fear.

If he was not careful today, the He family would be consigned to eternal damnation!

He Chuan's three battles left them with endless aftertastes and were incomparably shocked.

He Tian wanted to say something but hesitated. He looked at his son and didn't know what to say.

His son, who he had planned to protect with his life, had given him another surprise!

Great Elder and Second Elder exchanged glances.

Their expressions were ugly as they fell silent.

Who would have thought that He Chuan, who had been crippled three years ago, would actually become stronger than he was three years ago after experiencing yesterday's humiliation and torture!

After this battle, shaking He Chuan's position in the He family would be extremely difficult!

He Chuan nodded slightly at his father, He Tian. He didn't talk much and walked towards his room as if nothing had happened.

The matter between the Song and Wang Families had temporarily come to an end.

His father was more than capable of handling the remaining matters of the He family.

"Just now, he defeated Wang Sheng with a punch and killed Song Qing with a willow branch. Awesome!" He Yong quickly caught up with him, his face full of excitement.

"Especially when you summoned spiritual energy to form a spiritual energy dragon and instantly killed Song Kang."

"That was a martial artist at the peak of the ninth level of the Body Refinement Realm. He was half a step into the Spirit Accumulation Realm. He Chuan, how could you kill him in an instant? How did you do it?"

He Yong was immersed in shock, unable to extricate himself.

"Martial artists need to hone themselves through actual combat. No matter how high their cultivation is, martial artists who have not gone through tempering are just empty talk!" He Chuan looked at his excited second brother and said indifferently.

"That makes sense! But what do you mean?" He Yong nodded his head in agreement and asked,historical

He Chuan was speechless.

Indeed, one's vision determined one's future!

He Chuan shook his head helplessly and walked back to his room.

"Third Brother, you finally recovered your cultivation and returned to martial arts. This is such a joyous occasion, should we tell Jianning?" He Yong suddenly pulled He Chuan and said,

Ever since that incident three years ago, Jianning had thought it was her fault and had locked herself in her room, refusing to come out.

He Chuan stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at the closed room in the distance.

It's been three years, and you still haven't gotten over it..I think you should take a look at

His heart sank.

Ever since that incident three years ago, he had been labeled as a good-for-nothing and had suffered countless looks of disdain and humiliation.

However, who would remember that the victim of the incident three years ago was not He Chuan?

There were victims who were even more miserable than him. Not only were her legs broken by a mysterious person, but she was also scolded by He family after the incident. She had not stepped out of her room for three years!

Wei Jianning!

He Qingtian's adopted daughter, He Chuan's sister!

"I want to talk to Jianning alone!" He Chuan sighed.

"She has never been able to walk out of that pit in her heart and refuses to see anyone." He Yong nodded without hesitation.

He Chuan nodded his head slightly and only let out a long sigh of relief after He Yong left.

Now that he had awakened the memories of his previous life, his vision and determination were far from what he had been in the past.

However, when he thought of his sister, Wei Jianning, he still felt a little guilty and heartbroken.

Although Wei Jianning was picked up by He Qingtian, He Brothers had long regarded her as a family member and their most beloved sister.

Three years ago, Wei Jianning was bullied in school and was in a bad mood.

In order to make her happy, He Chuan brought her up the mountain to hunt, wanting to catch a wild rabbit.

Unexpectedly, they were suddenly attacked by a mysterious person. He Chuan's muscles and bones were crippled, and his sword intent was destroyed. He had no chance of martial arts and became a cripple.

Everyone in the He family blamed Wei Jianning for everything.

Some even thought that Wei Jianning was a disaster star and wanted to kick her out of the He family.

However, who would have thought Wei Jianning, who was only twelve years old at that time, was also beaten down into the mountain stream?

Although she was lucky enough to survive, she broke both her legs and could no longer stand, thus severing her martial arts.

Later, their father tried his best to defend Wei Jianning against public opinion.

However, after Wei Jianning found out about He Chuan's situation, she felt guilty and blamed it all on herself.

From then on, she was depressed and stayed in her small room all day. She did not come out and did not see anyone.

Wei Jianning was practically invisible in the He family. Only He Qingtian and He Chuan would visit her often.

Every time, Wei Jianning would reject him.

Walking to the door, He Chuan sorted out his thoughts and reached out to knock on the door.

The door was closed, and there was no response as usual.

"Jianning, Third Brother has something to tell you!" He Chuan decided to push the door open and enter.

Creak.

The door was not closed but opened with a push.

There was no one in the room. There was a landscape painting on the table.

The entire painting was in gray, white, and red. There were no flowers, trees, or people.

There were only cliffs and strange rocks.

There was also a waterfall dyed red by the blood that flew down and crashed into the ground, stirring up countless blood-red waves as if a human hand was grabbing something in the void.

It was strange and desolate.

The scene of Wei Jianning falling into the mountain stream three years ago.

"You still can't forget?" He Chuan reached out and gently touched the painting. His heart felt like it was being pricked by needles, and it was extremely painful.

The sound of wheels turning could be heard, and a figure appeared from the inner room.

Her long, pitch-black dress couldn't cover her thin and frail body as she sat in the wheelchair. Her fair and slender hands slowly pushed the wheels that were thicker than her arms, making it seem laborious and difficult.

No matter who he was, no matter what the future held.

The girl sitting in the wheelchair in front of him was still his sister!