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The young boy faced the blade, expressionless and extrely numb, as if he had long been accustod to it.
The blood dripped down, but it seed to fall not into the wine bowl, but onto Chen Qing’s face.
In the understanding of this world, wasn’t he also considered an abnormal person?
Perhaps one day, he too would be pierced by massive chains through his shoulder blades, hung in the dark depths where no light shone, with people coming daily with Gu to ask him how to enhance.
To grow old like this, to be so numb, to wait for death.
An inexplicable surge of imnse anger and unwillingness rose in his heart, like a wildfire.
He shook his head.
Anger, he thought, was the most useless thing.
He reached out and scooped up a handful of snow, seriously wiping his hands.
The sword had just returned to its sheath, and yet again he t injustice.
This sword was difficult to contain!
He reached out and drew his long sword from his waist, the Geng tal Sword Light already crawling up the blade.
Leaping down from the rooftop, Chen Qing struck down with his sword, beheading the village chief.
The crowd imdiately erupted into chaos, with everyone hurriedly groping around for weapons.
The numb, tornted young boy lifted his head for the first ti, seriously watching Chen Qing.
Chen Qing stepped boldly into the crowd, weaving and maneuvering among them, killing with every step.
Being ordinary mortals, they were ravaged effortlessly by his cultivator’s physique.
Blood gushed like a fountain, as Chen Qing moved ghost-like among the bandits, leaving decapitated heads in his wake.
In rely thirty breaths, Chen Qing chopped down the last fine head, the blood completely soaking the long sword, gathering at the tip and dripping continuously.
He flicked a bandit’s clothing with his sword, wiped off the blood, and walked up to the young boy.
"You are free now, you can go."
The young boy dazedly walked out of the village.
Chen Qing sliced open the village chief’s heart, feeding it to the Snake Gu, but to his surprise, it ate only one and refused any more, almost about to advance.
Hahaha, who would have thought, that the heart of a cultivator, three weren’t even worth one of a mortal’s heart!
This greed-filled heart, truly overflowing with insatiable lust.
Chen Qing walked out the village gate, with the boy following Chen Qing after he’d walked a bit.
Chen Qing turned his head and asked, "Why are you following ?"
The young boy murmured, "I don’t know where to go."
"Where’s your mother?"
"Killed by my father."
"And your father?"
"Killed by you."
Chen Qing, "..."
So that village chief was his father?
"Sorry."
The young boy shook his head, "It’s fine."
"How old are you this year?"
The young boy absentmindedly fiddled with his fingers, "Twelve years old."
At twelve, he was only as tall as an eight or nine-year-old, apparently heavily tornted by this group of bandits.
"What’s your na?"
The young boy rubbed his head, "Forgot."
Chen Qing suddenly asked, "Do you want to cultivate immortality with ?"
The young boy asked blankly, "What are immortals, why cultivate immortality?"
Chen Qing said, "It’s naturally to beco an immortal."
The young boy asked, "What’s the use of becoming an immortal?"
Chen Qing pointed to the bodies all over the ground, "Beco an immortal, and you can be like , slaying all evil people."
The young boy finally nodded, "Alright, then I’ll cultivate immortality with you."
Chen Qing took the young boy back to Black Tiger Village, washed with wine, and treated his wounds with his golden sore dicine.
"From now on, you will be called Wushang."
"With life unhard, rember?"
The young boy nodded.
Chen Qing pointed towards the camp, "Go, burn this village down."
Flas rose up, amidst the raging fire, Chen Qing crouched down, "Climb on, let’s go."
This was an attempt, an attempt to protect abnormal people, to protect himself.
In the deep night, after Wushang fell asleep, Chen Qing slipped away to the distance, sitting on a large tree, putting on the bronze ghost mask.
Three hours earlier.
In a dense forest outside Feiyun Creek.
Hu Yao and a handso young man sat on separate branches, observing the dazzling lights in the distance.
In a little while, a few splendid fireworks flew up in the night.
It was the human race’s year-end festival, not belonging to the Demon Clan.
In fact, humans even enjoyed killing a few demons for fun.
Uncle Lu stared at the beauty before him and said, "Hu Yao, I want to sleep with you."
Hu Yao did not turn her head, stating bluntly, "I can only sleep with one person."
Uncle Lu said, "Then only let sleep with you!"
Hu Yao said, "I am a tiger, only a great hero of the Demon Clan, the Great Demon King, can sleep with a tiger!"
Uncle Lu said, "I will beco the Great Demon King in the future, I am about to reach Foundation Establishnt!"
Hu Yao replied, "Then you can’t sleep with now."
Uncle Lu said, "But I want to sleep with you now, I’m going crazy thinking about it."
Hu Yao pointed toward Da Yan’s direction, "I read in a book that demons who can beco the Great Demon King are those who can dominate among humans."
"If you can steal an official seal of Da Yan, proving you can co and go freely among humans, then I’ll only let you sleep with ."
"But can you do it?"
Uncle Lu suddenly got angry, "An official seal, right? I’ll go get it now! You wait for !"
Hu Yao watched as Uncle Lu ran off into the distance, thinking that demons were indeed demons.
They didn’t need any elaborate sches.
Just a simple ’can you do it?’
Sotis, she thought, Uncle Lu might not be a deer, but rather an antelope.
Now, she was becoming more certain that this guy definitely had the bloodline of an antelope.
One hour earlier.
At the Da Yan Imperial Palace.
Heavenly Book Pavilion.
The small, exquisite rosewood incense burner emitted tendrils of incense smoke, its fragrance entrancing, calming the mind.
Under the bronze white crane lamp, in the dim yellow light.
The graceful and dignified Ninth Princess Princess Ruyi of Da Yan set down the scroll in her hand.
This scroll was extrely ancient, easy to shatter if handled carelessly.
"Searched the Ancient Tis, found no title of Taichu."
"Searched the Gods Era, found no title of Taichu."
"Even in the most ancient of tis, the Ancient Tis, there were no clues."
She gently closed the scroll, softly speaking, "Can it be that he is an existence that has transcended everything, erased his traces from the river of history?"
Finding a Jiguang Sect bronze ghost mask in the Da Yan Imperial Palace didn’t surprise her.
After all, according to the Imperial Palace Secret Scroll that only the Emperor’s descendants were qualified to view, Jiguang Sect during the Ancient Tis was a colossal entity overshadowing half the world.
It was the one who personally ended the Gods Era.
Where the night existed, there was Jiguang.
They walked in the night and chose to embrace the light.
The Da Yan Imperial Palace was built on the ruins of Jiguang Sect.
So finding a bronze ghost mask was too normal.
As a princess of Da Yan, interacting with Jiguang Sect didn’t feel contrary to her status.
Resolutely, she had no opportunity to beco Emperor Donghua of Da Yan.
Before the return of the master of Jiguang Sect, Jiguang Sect was still a grand feast, a Taotie feast laid out for everyone to enjoy.
Da Yan’s establishnt as a country was due to seizing a fattest piece from the initial split of the Jiguang Sect feast.
Moreover, she could clearly ascertain that the master of Jiguang would absolutely not co back to life.
Otherwise, the Da Yan established by Donghua today, the Heavenly Master Mansion that Da Yan enshrined, the Immortal Court, West Desert’s Buddhist sect, North Sea’s Dragon Palace and snowfield, Nanli’s Jiuli, would not be so peaceful.
That Senior Taichu should be an ancient being awakened from slumber, trying to claim a Pure Land of his own in this world.
If she could secure the position of Taichu Goddess in the future Taichu Sect, it would be greatly beneficial to her.
According to Senior Taichu’s exhibited control over the authority of heaven and earth, his authority seemingly surpassed even Heavenly Master and Heavenly Venerable.
The status of Taichu Goddess in the future might compare to that of the Da Yan Emperor Donghua.
Even Senior Taichu would need a goddess to walk among humanity.
No, she shouldn’t use the word "secure."
An ancient being like Taichu could see through every little sche.
It should be gaining his affection.
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