Remould the Glory of Chapter 809: 131 Mr. Xiao Xie

Chapter 809: Chapter 131 Mr. Xiao Xie

My na is Ren Zhong, born in a remote Little Desolate Village in the South Border.

Shortly after my birth, the village was struck by a plague, and many people died.

My father died in the plague, and my mother had a relentless fever that left her a fool.

At first, the villagers sympathized with

and gave

so food.

Later, when I grew a bit older, at six, I accidentally fell into the river, and my mother was swallowed by the river trying to save .

Since then, the villagers said I was a disaster star, a pestilence god. They beat , cursed , humiliated , bullied , and drove

out…

This is the way it is for soone without parents.

I was beaten for a long ti, cursed for a long ti. Whatever they did to , I didn’t care, as long as I couldn’t leave this village.

Because all my parents left

was this small, dilapidated straw hut.

Not long after, a young boy with red lips and white teeth ca to the village. That boy asked for directions kindly, but no one paid attention to him, so he found . He asked if I had heard of a place called “Yin Mountain.” I told him the South Border was vast, with all kinds of mountains, but I’d never heard of Yin Mountain.

The boy smiled and asked if I would be willing to go with him.

Of course, I shook my head. I told him this was the only thing my parents had left , and I wanted to stay here, guarding the hut.

That night, the boy stayed in a ruined temple at the village entrance. He seed to have imnse abilities, conjuring up a table full of delicious dishes with the flip of his hand. I had never eaten such tasty food—

That night, I drank the wine the boy handed

and fell asleep in the ruined temple—

I slept very soundly.

In my dream, I saw my parents’ faces and heard the voices of the villagers. These voices were no longer curses but gentle concerns. The villagers in my dream treated

well, asking if I was willing to stay here forever. Of course, I was willing; staying here was my lifelong wish.

Unfortunately, most of the wishes in this world are destined to remain unfulfilled.

When I opened my eyes again.

The entire village had been reduced to rubble by a great fire.

The boy told

that a fire broke out in the village last night, and everyone was burned to death.

Except for .

It turned out that everything that happened in the dream was reversed.

Not a single survivor out of one hundred and thirty-one households.

Perhaps… I truly was a disaster star.

The boy comforted , telling

not to be sad. He told

there was a magical place in this world called Yin Mountain, where ordinary people stepping into Yin Mountain could cultivate Immortal Laws and Divine Skills, becoming Immortals who soar through the sky on swords. If we beca Immortals, maybe these villagers, and my parents, could co back to life.

The Immortals in the sky… I have seen them before.

The elder at the village entrance told us the streams of light higher than clouds are the mounts of Immortals.

So Immortals cross the world on swords, traversing famous mountains and great rivers.

So Immortals ride upon mythical beasts and Great Demons, able to soar to the heavens and burrow into the earth.

I told him I was a disaster star, and people around a disaster star co to a bad end.

The boy laughed.

He said those Immortals at Yin Mountain like monsters like , to beco an Immortal, one cannot be an ordinary mortal.

So.

I went with the boy.

Many years later, I found out it was all a scam. I was not a disaster star; I was soone chosen by the “White Ghost.” Yin Mountain was not a place to nurture Immortals; it was a place to cultivate demons and poisonous insects. White Ghost’s soul banner technique had reached a bottleneck, so he scoured all corners of the South Border, finding a hundred gifted children. To ensure these children’s souls, after death, would be strong enough, White Ghost ticulously orchestrated the ruin of their families and their complete despair. I was taken to Yin Mountain, to this world’s largest gu field… this cultivation lasted a full ten years.

One hundred people.

Only one person could survive in the end.

Fortunately, that person was .

Unfortunately, I beca that person.

The “boy” who took

away from the little village sat high on a pitch-black throne, accepting my prostrating salute. He raised his hand to grant

the precious Soul-devouring Banner from Yin Mountain, congratulating

and announcing that I had beco the disciple of Yin Mountain Saint “White Ghost.”

Ten years passed, that face hadn’t changed one iota.

Only back then, I was grateful to him.

Now I… only feel fear.

The White Ghost candidly confessed that he had his eye on

a long ti ago. Everything that happened with my parents, the villagers, before entering Yin Mountain, was within his control. He hoped I hated him enough, resented him enough, so I could continue cultivating to beco a being more powerful than him… The philosophy of Yin Mountain’s cultivation was “devour.”

Small fish eat shrimp, big fish eat small fish.

The Cultivation World is much the sa.

Over the years, the succession of Yin Mountain Sect Leaders has been born this way.

Either the disciple kills the master and ascends.

Or the master devours the disciple, remaining immovable, solidifying their position.

Presently, the “White Ghost,” firmly holding the title of Saint at Yin Mountain, has no one left to devour, so he seeks to nurture a big fish, to consu it at its strongest mont… This is a gamble; he undoubtedly risks being “devoured,” but the White Ghost seems unconcerned. In the years that followed, he exhaustively nurtured , imparting all Yin Mountain’s techniques and all the Divine Skills, with nothing held back, even the Ten Thousand Souls Formation and the Soul Sea techniques. It seed he truly encountered a significant bottleneck, and only if I beca strong enough could he break through this bottleneck.

To .

This is a good thing—

All along, I never had a choice.