In the evening, Chen Xiaolu walked along the path, humming a tune.
Ever since he was young, he loved to take the path, not only because his na sounds similar to ’small path’, but also because he is rather unremarkable himself.
Very few people knew that he was actually a dicine Cultivator.
But as a dicine Cultivator, he definitely wasn’t qualified, or one could say, diligent.
Because he didn’t cultivate enough.
Yet his strength still grew nicely, all thanks to him taking these small paths.
He loved to steal.
Loved to steal other people’s Big dicine.
The logic is the sa as stealing a woman, no matter how well or tenderly you raise your own dicine, it can’t compare to the thrill of stealing.
Among dicine Cultivators, there’s generally an unspoken agreent to not interfere with each other, but not for Chen Xiaolu.
Along the way, he even devoured two dicine Cultivators.
Naturally, the taste of dicine Cultivators couldn’t compare to Big dicine; they were like old popular dishes, nutritious and chewy.
But they were a bit difficult to digest.
Even now, he occasionally still dreams of those two dicine Cultivators he had eaten speaking to him.
However, none of this was important anymore, as long as he continued walking the small paths, stealing and eating Big dicine, he would eventually be invincible.
At this mont, he perford a stance exercise, and then the scent of Big dicine drifted into his nose.
Within ten miles, there must be a stalk of Big dicine that had just matured, emitting a strong aroma.
Having stolen so many tis, he could even tell by sll that this Big dicine was a woman.
The flavor of Big dicine was good, and the flavor of a woman was also good, if she was pretty, he could rape her before eating her.
For a mont, Chen Xiaolu beca even more ravenous and quickened his steps.
The winding path was quickly left behind him, and a small town ca into view.
At this hour, the townsfolk had just finished a hard day’s labor and were in their most relaxed mont.
In the town, wisps of cooking smoke rose gently, so families had started their als, and a few farrs sat squatting under the eaves with bowls, eating coarse rice and pickles with relish.
Seeing this, Chen Xiaolu felt hungry.
Very hungry.
As he arrived here, the scent of Big dicine beca very concentrated, he wished he could imdiately cook it and drink the soup.
Eventually, Chen Xiaolu arrived at a small courtyard.
He moved as quietly as if his feet had at pads, making no sound, probably even quieter than a walking cat.
He wanted to give the "Big dicine" a surprise.
It must be said, the feeling of stealing was truly delightful.
The courtyard only had four tiled houses, the largest one in the center was the living room, and that strong dicinal scent was wafting out from there.
The starved Chen Xiaolu could no longer wait, he clenched his sword finger, and with a clang, pushed the door and entered.
The next mont, his body stiffened there.
Although only the scent of one stalk of Big dicine seed present, the room was filled with about a dozen people.
It was common to encounter the family of Big dicine during a theft, and he usually just killed them all, then properly boiled the dicine for consumption.
But this ti, the scene before his eyes frightened him.
All he saw were won.
Round-faced, square-faced, freckled-faced, big pancake faced....
Regardless of the type of face, most would not look very appealing on a woman, but the won in this room gave off a very feminine aura.
In Chen Xiaolu’s eyes, these were the kind of won to be forcibly dominated.
But Chen Xiaolu now completely forgot about these thoughts, since he was terrified.
Because these won were all performing a sword stance similar to his, except for the stalk of Big dicine, behind the rest appeared the Dharma Image of a man.
That male Dharma Image looked very handso, almost like a gentle gynecologist.
But when combined with this group of won, it ford a very terrifying scene.
The remains of the sunset cast its light on Chen Xiaolu, and he only felt chills running down his back.
Almost at the sa ti, all the won opened their eyes, and those "gynecologist" Dharma Images all turned towards him.
For a mont, Chen Xiaolu felt goosebumps all over, and his body hair stood on end.
But he reacted quickly and said, "Sorry, wrong door."
Saying so, he was about to close the door and leave.
At that mont, the square-faced woman with a slightly bulging stomach let out a cold laugh and said, "Stop right there!"
Chen Xiaolu suddenly dared not move.
"Junior Sister Nine, do you see? If you don’t diligently cultivate and you’re insincere towards the Heroic Venerate, you’ll be treated as Big dicine to be consud."
That Big dicine bowed its head, a face of sha uttering, "Understood, Senior Sister."
"Sisters, acting for Heaven! How can Jade Girls not act for Heaven!"
Chen Xiaolu suddenly felt a life-threatening crisis, and thus his leg muscles tensed, True Qi surged throughout his body, as he prepared to leap up from the ground!
He leaped up!
Very high.
Probably, even a real eagle would struggle to soar so high at once.
But, he died!
With a thud, Chen Xiaolu’s body, which had soared high, plumted back down, covered with dozens of blood-soaked holes.
His body convulsed.
Yes, in the instant he tried to ascend to the skies, Sword Qi Finger had riddled his body like a sieve.
And so, he died.
Eyes wide open in death.
"Being nad Heroic Venerate, performing heroic deeds, Jade Sword Sect, acting for Heaven, Jade Sword Sect, embodying the way for Heaven..."
Before dying, Chen Xiaolu heard these voices and saw behind these won Dharma Images waving many arms, more terrifying than evil spirits.
What a group of mad won!
...
Duan Yun stood on the graveyard mountain, recalling his past experience battling a horde of demons.
It could be said that this was one of the rare brutal battles in his life, and without Murong brothers and Shen Ying assisting him, he might not have been able to handle Peacock.
He couldn’t help but think, if in the future, without Murong brothers and Shen Ying, he’d face an opponent like the Peacock Demon, how could he defeat him.
If Murong brothers and Shen Ying were not there, then he must find a power that could replace them.
Suddenly, behind Duan Yun, the White Silk Jade Sword Immortal Dharma Image materialized.
If the Sword Immortal Dharma could possess the strength of the Murong brothers and Shen Ying, wouldn’t it be equivalent to having their assistance?
But how could the Sword Immortal Dharma beco stronger?
Montarily, behind him, the Sword Immortal Dharma appeared white, then turned black, flickering uncertainly on this eerie grave-mountain.
Suddenly, Duan Yun’s brain, filled with extraordinary wisdom, had a spark of insight.
Through the power of his skin, he made the Sword Immortal Dharma possess two forms of transformations, significantly increasing its strength.
But after all, the skin is only external, he must give the Sword Immortal an inner essence.
What if he directly turns it into Cheng’s visualization?
A real woman?
A woman wearing Black Silk and White Silk!
"Does this sound exciting?" Duan Yun pondered.
He felt it was exciting!
So, he tried it.
And thus, in his Sea of Consciousness, the Sword Immortal was no longer just a Dharma Image wearing a skin but a person.
A person with flesh and blood ridians, Dantian, big chest, long legs, very pretty.
He thought hard, exerting all his strength.
The Sword Immortal Dharma Image behind him beca increasingly distinct; sweat began to erge on Duan Yun’s forehead.
Such visualization was geotrically challenging, even for him, a one-in-ten-thousand cultivation prodigy, it was difficult, hence to drive it was even more challenging.
Turning the virtual into reality was already difficult, let alone making the Dharma Image almost a living person.
Wait, turning virtual into reality.
Duan Yun’s brain, filled with extraordinary wisdom, flashed again with insight.
The next mont, the graveyard’s Death Energy flocked towards the Sword Immortal Dharma Image.
Consequently, the sowhat obscure ridians and Dantian of the Sword-Immortal Dharma Image suddenly beca prominent, even the black stockings obtained the hues of Death Energy.
Boom!
Duan Yun’s Sea of Consciousness buzzed, and he opened his eyes.
He raised his head and looked towards the Sword Immortal, and at that mont, the Sword Immortal also looked towards him.
Her body flowed with Death Energy, carrying a deep Netherworldly aura, her eyes even showed a trace of emotion.
It worked!
Did the Sword Immortal co to life?
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