Chapter 9 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Loud wailing rose continuously in Dragon Village.

Huoshi was as ruthless as the devil. Wherever he went, someone would drop dead in a pool of blood. The scene of the massacre was as gross as it was horrible.

“Young Clan Master, our village does not have anything against you. Why do you want to kill us?” an old man cried out, but he was quickly killed by the storm.

“Dad, Mom, help me…” A helpless and fearful child reached out for help as he lay in a pool of blood. However, at the next second, the ruthless storm engulfed him before blood and flesh were flung in every direction.

“Why… Why is this happening?!” a villager screamed.

Just a minute ago, happiness still permeated the village, yet it turned into an Asuran hell in the next. Desperation and confusion plagued the minds of the villagers. Despite that, the god of death still came and harvested their lives.

“The heavens have forsaken us!” Tears of blood flowed down Longquan’s eyes as he dropped to his knees, inconsolable and heartbroken. Right after that, the storm approached him. It sliced off his limbs and flung his mutilated body to the ground.

“Father!”

It grieved Longhe to witness his father be slashed into pieces and lay in a blood puddle. He could not have felt more regretful. If he had not been greedy and leaked the information to someone else, this tragedy would not have happened.

He just did not want to resign to a life of mediocrity and achieve nothing. He had no intention of bringing harm and death to the villagers.

Seeing one villager after another die in front of him, Longhe bled from within. No matter how indignant, unhappy, and discontent he always felt, the village was still his home.

“I’ll make sure that you die a thousand times, Huoshi! Dozens of these villagers, whose lives you’ve taken, will not let you off the hook even in the afterlife!” Longhe swore to the heavens, his eyes wide open in fury.

“Oh, are you going to try to turn into a ghost after your death? I’m afraid that it’s not up to you. Well, considering that you have some attainment in cultivation, I’m going to turn you into my puppet.” Huoshi waved his hand to shoot out a draft of red air, which bound Longhe’s body and pulled him toward Huoshi. Then, Huoshi used both hands to form a mysterious mark that he infused into Longhe’s mind shortly after.

Longhe’s expression changed, and he tried to fight back. Unfortunately, he was immobile and unable to escape. The mark was successfully implanted in his brain, and it penetrated the depths of his soul. Instantly, two minds were fused into one.

“My Lord!” Longhe stopped struggling and bowed down on the ground with respect, his eyes lacking any sense of life.

“Is anyone still alive in the village?” asked Huoshi in a low voice.

“My Lord, except for Longshan, everyone is dead.”

“Longshan, Wutian’s grandfather? To hell with that little bastard. I don’t care whether you’re alive or dead, I’ll turn your grandpa into my puppet. He will be my groveling servant and no longer reincarnate,” Huoshi sneered as he marched toward the house where Longshan stayed.

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Bang!

The uneasiness he felt grew more intense as time went by. He even felt fearful as if he was about to lose the most valuable thing in his life. His heart ached as if being stabbed by a knife.

While he ran, Wutian divined with his fingers in a panic. In the end, he spat out a mouthful of blood and dropped to the ground in a half-kneel. His face was pale. He pressed his hand against his chest as he got up and continued to run.

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Inside the house, Longshan was leaning on a wooden chair in a frail and stooped manner. His eyes were unfocused as three figures walked in.

Huoshi scanned the place in disdain. “How could someone stay in such a place? It looks like it would be more fitting for dogs.”

“Far from it, kid. All a person needs in life is a place to stay. It doesn’t matter if you live simply or luxuriously, power and money are just fleeting clouds.” Longshan wore a faint smile.

“How dare you, old man! I’ve killed everyone in this village, but you’re still cool, calm, and collected? Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

“The heavens made me, and I will return to it after I die. At the end of the day, it is just a different form of existence, so why should I be afraid? Besides, some people die for nothing and some for very important things. If my death can resolve your hatred and murderous intent, it will be worth it.”

“I can’t believe that there’s such an existential master in the depths of a forest like this. Old man, you have a good nature. If not because of Wutian, I would be tempted to spare your life.”

“I am not an existential master, just an old man who loves his grandson.”

“I don’t care who you are. Since Wutian has offended me by taking things he isn’t supposed to take, he will have to die. As for you? Heck! I’ll turn you into a puppet and cast away your soul so that you can never reincarnate. I want to let Wutian know that those who go against me will regret it for the rest of their lives.”

“The wheel of reincarnation has its own set of laws. Things that belong to you will always be yours while things that don’t belong to you will never be yours. Everything has a cause and effect. You can’t force it. Otherwise, you will find that everything you do will end up in vain, and you will only bring endless disaster to yourself.” Longshan slowly shut his eyes after he spoke.

“Disaster? You should worry about yourself first!” Huoshi burst into laughter. He formed a mysterious mark with his fingers and pressed it down Longshan’s head, but the mark failed to permeate his skin.

“Heck, he died just like that. What a shame!” Huoshi’s face was grim. He waved the mark away and created a fire with his hand, instantly igniting the interior of the house.

“Let’s get out of here.”

The three figures then left. They did not bat an eyelid at the fire behind them.

Wutian’s heart suddenly jolted, and blood spurted out of his mouth. He dropped to the ground and rolled around, pressing his hand against his chest, where the pain was coming from. Meanwhile, his eyes were fixed on the mountain village in the distance.

This time, he could finally divine his grandfather’s fate. A vivid image of his grandfather’s residence appeared in his mind’s eye. There was a fire. The flames were licking and surging as an old man lay in the sea of fire. His eyes were closed, but he looked peaceful as if he was not in the fire but in Heaven.

“Grandpa…” Seeing the scene in his mind’s eye, Wutian was heartbroken, and he cried out loud.