Sword God Sovereign v1c3

September 13, 2017

Vol 1, Chapter 3: Memory 

TL: Godspell

Suddenly Ding Hao is filled up with emotions, he gripped his fists tightly.

He had pledged to himself that one day, he will also cultivate to become a peerless Martial Arts Practioner, he will possess peerless strength at his disposal, with his sword he will defeat many geniuses and will stand at the top.

Naturally, right now his only status is a floor-sweeping little servant nothing more.

Nobody took notice of his arrival.

As he leaves the announcement area, following a narrow alley, Ding Hao arrived at the back side of the Inquiring Sword Sect Mountain.

The front of the mountain is incredibly beautiful constituting with the magnificent hill world immortal territory but the back side of the mountain region is really dirty, noisy like a disorder slum.

Here the bushes are densely covered, the land is uneven, there are big rocks lying around in the vicinity.

Several thousand of people of the Inquiring Sword Sect produces tons of scrap every day, these scraps items are thrown on the back side of this densely covered forest mountain area. It has been accumulating here with the passage of time, as the winds blow through and because of the burning rays of the sun, the trash lying around here had become decomposed, producing a very foul smell.

Because of the smell, the area around here has simply become hell.

In such a bad environment at the back side of the mountain forest, there is a building not particularly very large nor too small.

Our little fella Ding Hao is currently living here.

"It seems like this is the Inquiring Sword Sect garbage dump, even dogs can't live here, ahh it seems like my previous life cannot get rid of this fuck*ng destiny, I can only slowly change my destiny."

Accordingly to Ding Hao memory, the trash piles in the heaps burred are for people to live randomly, the majority are the lower class people of Logistics Cleaning Group.

Peoples living here are not martial practitioners, they also don't have any tyrannical strength, they are also unable to survive the attacks of Monsters and Demons that came up in large numbers and from all sides in the forest. So for the sake of living, they can only depend on the physical labor to obtain the protection of the Inquiring Sword Sect and to live on this back side of the mountain. In this dangerous world where Monster's and Demons lies in wait to devour the humans, it is similar to ants living in hell with great difficulty.

By the narrow alley, following the bushes, there is a cliff where a small hut is build.

Under the rays of the sun, the surface of the bushes has become deep black.

Do not know, from where the happy talks and laughter's of some young boys transmitted through, a touch of fragrance came around from the cottages, the curling smoke from the kitchen chimney raises, all these have filled this small dirty region full of vitality.

As Ding Hao started walking, many people greeted him warmly.

Maybe these are the friends, the former body owner knows.

Ding Hao with a smile, warmly and friendly greeted everyone.

In a blink of an eye, walking through a narrow alley he slowly approaches the garbage heap passing by the slum area and 34 kilometers ahead this area, there is a bottomless cliff.

And at the edge of the garbage heap, beyond his expectations, there is one piece of extremely eye-catching green saplings.

Dozens of green little saplings in the evening breeze issued a singing if as if they are  dancing, completely surrounding the two large cottages.

Although the whole area around the slum is garbage, this place of green saplings is like a desert among a desert, making anyone look at them one brightly, even the mood also becomes a lot better.

Here is Ding Hao's home.

He pushed the fence door and gently entered the small courtyard.

The sunset light came in from the window, but the ray of light is a little dim.

In the small courtyard, there is a broken wooden bed with a thin cloth, an octagonal table with a missing leg, a stove made of stones, a dark work, a simple stove, some tattered jar, filled with pickles and Bacon and salty meat and so on other things, on the tattered hut wall some simple daily utensils are hanging, looking very old.

The only thing striking is a small cotton-padded jacket hanging on the main entrance of the wall.

The cotton jacket is only wearable by about a 5 to 6 years old girl, the fabric of the cloth is extremely rough probably made by hands, the work is also very ordinary but the work is very clean. the jacket does not seem to be dirty, the bright shining red color in a small poor tattered hut has produced a very warm feeling.

Ding Hao pushes the door open and came in, at a first glance, he happened to see this small cotton-padded jacket.

The clothes are worn by his Younger Sister Ding Ke’er before missing.

In his memory, three years ago on a snowy afternoon, when Ding Hao finished his cleaning duty for the day and when he returned his home, he discovered that his Younger Sister has disappeared.

He was like a frantic maniac looking all over the slums madly.

Later many people exclaimed they saw a fairy wearing white clothed clothes certainly looking like a mysterious woman in legends, he does not know why they will appear in his tattered hut or passed by it carrying his younger sister Ding Ke’er sobbingly.

Later, he had discovered some line of words, on the wooden pillars of the hut.

"This girl has a predestined fate with me, she will cultivate my Great Dao, Phoenix Heavenly Murraang, Southern Region."

The above handwriting is so natural as if had straight came out from the columns, these words contain a very strange power, if looked at it for a long time, it will make one become very dizzy, in the slum many people looked at it and all recognised that it contains a very formidable strength, a person with high calliber of martial arts.

Who is this Mysterious Heavenly Murrang?

Nobody knows about it.

The only clue is the Southern Region that is very very far away, far away from the reach of the normal people even with riding a horse. Even if one did not drink or eat or doesn't even rest, he is still unable to reached there.

After Ding Ke’er is missing, the red cotton jacket has been the only support for Ding Hao to find his missing sister.

The moment he sees the little red jacket, tides of memories rapidly rushed inside his mind, fragments of memories of his little sister flash like a movie inside his mind simultaneously of four years thoroughly. These memories cause the soul of the Ding Hao to have a very intense longing.

"Elder Brother, why didn't our mother and father wanted us? Where did they go."

"Elder Brother, Ke’er is hungry, you cook a meal for Ke’er."

"Wow, so beautiful jacket, ah, brother, I really want it? Hum, thank you, brother!"

"Elder Brother...."

Sounds of his little sister are still lingering in his mind. Ding Hao dull standing in the same place at the entrance of the hut, his tears cannot stop rolling down from his eyes to his face, he is unable to stop his emotions, making him dash out immediately to look for his Younger Sister.

He does not want to cry but he can’t help it.

He is unable to suppress the sadness, filling his entire soul.

Ding Hao know that this is because of the memory fusion, the body of the former owner missing sister, deep in his soul because of sudden thoughts of his family, had caused such intense impact of these emotions.

Translator remarks :

guys, now I am getting the hang of how to translate...
you may now notice hopefully that now the translation is better than before
and also I have work extra HARD on editing
enjoy .....