Chapter 538: Chapter 410 Rise_2
He always rembered the feeling the first ti blood splattered on his face.
Hot, fishy, and it carried a sweetness he had never slled before.
Seizing the half-eaten chicken leg from the opposing bowl and biting into it, only one thought surged through his heart: killing was so exhilarating, and chicken legs were so delicious.
Though he greatly yearned for that feeling, nine-year-old Lin Xing had understood both his own weakness and the dangers of the world. He needed to learn to disguise himself and to only make a move when he was certain of success.
Therefore, he had to suppress the urge deep within and continue to mix with the beggars, living a life of begging, theft, and robbery every day.
Days passed, one by one, and he gradually beca the leader of a group of beggars, his desire for slaughter growing stronger and stronger.
But he was cautious, always carefully restraining that desire, only striking out when he absolutely couldn’t bear it any longer, picking off solitary refugees.
Thanks to his caution, he was never caught and lived to be the oldest beggar in his territory.
Yet in his nineteenth year, he was still thrown into prison.
Not for murder, but because a young master from a prominent family had been robbed in his territory, and at a single command from the other party, he was taken into the jail.
After a few blows of a nacing cudgel, his skin ripped open, nearly half his life spent.
Then he was tossed into a cold and damp cell, where his skin festered with sores and he constantly alternated between fainting and being jolted awake by pain.
Thinking he was about to die there in prison, a strong desire began to surge in his heart.
If only he could kill one more person before death.
After all, there was no need to restrain himself any longer.
So taking advantage of when another inmate in the cell had fallen asleep, he stealthily crept over and bit the man’s throat open.
Watching his eyes widen in struggle and feeling his life force ebbing away, he felt as if a resurgence of energy was flooding out from within him, like the last flicker of life in a dying fla.
At the sa ti, an earthquake occurred in the city, causing half of the prison to collapse.
When the jailers rushed in, what they saw was blood all over the place.
Every person in the cell had been killed.
And Ye Qianlang had vanished without a trace.
Only later did he learn that the night was known as the Great Upheaval, where spirit currents churned.
That night, many cities experienced both natural and man-made disasters.
And from that night on, he found himself growing stronger as he killed without restraint.
With his fists, he beat people to death, and his own fists beca harder and heavier, even beginning to manifest so basic techniques.
Running swiftly to chase after his kills, he beca faster and faster, and the related techniques also improved more rapidly than ever before.
Killing to beco stronger?
He felt it was the most wonderful thing in the world, a mission bestowed upon him by heavens.
So after escaping the county town, he went around killing and plundering.
When hungry, he would sneak into a farr’s house, annihilate the whole family, and slowly consu their stored grains.
Upon encountering strong martial artists, he would steal or rob from those small martial gyms and begin teaching himself martial arts.
After learning about the Spirit Cave, he would often infiltrate them, venturing to the mortal world to steal weapons, and abduct people for food and information.
He even had an elder from the mortal world give him a new na—Ye Qianlang.
With every kill, Ye Qianlang grew stronger, his martial arts more sophisticated, and his resources more abundant…
By the third year after the Great Upheaval, he had mastered the third legacy and beca the dreaded Demon of the southwestern provinces, causing terror whenever his na was ntioned.
Everyone who encountered him said he was a rare talent, a natural-born Martial Saint, that ca only once every hundred years.
Ye Qianlang also felt that way. He believed that one day there would be no one he couldn’t kill, nothing he couldn’t steal.
But it was in that year that a person nad Wandao Xian found him and defeated him with a single move.
In the past three years, he had beco a leader under Wandao Xian, forcibly obeying the other’s commands, accepting various mandates of New Country, the constraints of military discipline, and the rules of officialdom…
“Three years… For these three years, I have repressed the thoughts in my heart every day, watching as those pig-like creatures strutted before .”
“To , these three years have felt like an eternity every single day. Yet, the suppression from Wandao Xian prevented from smoothly executing my intentions. Even my martial arts progress has been stunted…”
“I know, Wandao Xian did this on purpose.”
“He fears my potential. He’s always worried that I will surpass him, never daring to lift his oppression over .”
“But now… Wandao Xian is finally dead!”
After a night of slaughter, slling the blood in the air, Ye Qianlang only felt an extre sense of exhilaration.
Especially after killing the wives and concubines Wandao Xian left in the city, his long-stagnant martial arts skills improved significantly through the continuous battles.
Ye Qianlang made up his mind to never be suppressed by anyone again, to never be bound by any rules again.
He would slaughter all the strong within and outside the city, using the corpses and blood of countless people to pave his path to becoming the fifth Immortal Emperor.
Because he understood that compared to the struggles for power and profit within the city, only by becoming stronger, only through power was the foundation for ruling over everything in this chaotic world.
Just then, a subordinate spoke from afar, “General, there are similar sword marks over here.”
Another soldier, looking at the sword mark that had sliced cleanly through both a person and a house, said in admiration, “Such formidable swordsmanship, this person must be a renowned Sword Master.”
“Sword Master…” The desire to kill rose even higher in Ye Qianlang’s heart as he touched the long blade at his waist and spoke indifferently, “The very masters I intend to kill today.”
He sent his subordinates out in all directions.
Ye Qianlang’s voice, filled with murderous intent, echoed into the sky.
“Everyone, search!”
“Follow the trail of sword marks he left behind!”
“Dig three feet into the ground if you must, but find him for !”
…
An hour later.
On the outskirts of the western side of the city.
Lin Xing’s sleeves fluttered in the strong winds of the sky.
Looking down at the vast expanse of land underneath, he could sense the endless battles and slaughter that were unfolding.
In his recent investigation, the closer he got to the Northwest direction, the more intense the evil aura beca.
Although the difference was very subtle and perhaps only he could detect it inside and outside the city, it pointed to a dangerous phenonon.
Especially since he had spent an hour detecting the changes of the evil aura, he was certain of one thing.
“The evil aura is emanating from the Northwest direction, and with ti, it’s slowly getting stronger.”
“This process is extrely slow, but if it goes on, turning all the people of both worlds into lunatics and monsters is just a matter of ti.”
“Is this the very plot that Dog Immortal has been scheming in secret?”
Lin Xing thought for a mont and then looked down at the city beneath his feet. He was not willing to ignore the madn and monsters filling the city.
Fortunately, in so ways, these people were actually easier to manage than normal people.
Perhaps among them, he might even find a core ingredient to refine the next Immortal Artifact, providing assistance for his next moves.
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