Chapter 223: Killing All Those Who Bullied Her and Her Brother
Deep within the Buzhou Domain, yellow sand swirled, billowing her white skirt.
The girl walked forward with a blank expression. Behind her were ownerless heads, one after another, suspended in the air.
Human heads piled up like a tower. Dry, dark bloodstains congealed into lumps, awe-inspiring and making one’s scalp tingle.
The white skirt had long since been stained by fresh blood into an unfamiliar hue.
Her journey thus far made her seem like the most brutal and cruel god of slaughter in the world.
The slender black saber was held in the girl’s hand, emitting a satisfied hum after having drunk its fill of cultivators’ fresh blood.
She could no longer remember how many cultivator souls she had devoured, just as she didn’t remember how far she had walked.
She was merely propelled forward by a single thread of obsession.
The saber in her hand would guide her path and harvest the souls of evil cultivators.
Wailing residual souls struggled and surged in her sea of consciousness, trying to escape their fate of assimilation.
The girl frowned, feeling increasingly agitated.
This was an unavoidable experience in the later stages of cultivating the One Yuan Soul Devouring cultivation technique.
This extremely brutal advancement method resulted in mental chaos and an increasingly wild and volatile temper.
Mu Sanniang might or might not know this, but she likely wouldn’t care either way.
In the girl’s heart, only one thought loomed large at this moment.
That was to become stronger.
To become incredibly, incredibly strong.
To achieve this goal, she had come to this desolate land and initiated an unprecedented slaughter.
In the beginning, she was far from being able to do this with such ease. Every hunt was a life-or-death struggle.
However, as time passed, she achieved a qualitative leap after each battle.
Now, she had long abandoned any form of combat technique.
She simply followed the guidance to the destination.
Then, she swung her saber and collected souls.
Her actions were monotonous and numb, mirroring the girl’s emotionless expression.
Gradually, she was almost forgetting herself.
Occasionally, she thought that she had killed someone when she was very young.
But her first true act of intentional killing perhaps began on the city walls of Xiangcheng.
She had expected to feel disgusted and nauseated.
But in reality, once she crossed that threshold, killing became as simple as eating and drinking for her.
The psychological pressure she had imagined never materialized.
Or perhaps, she was just like this from the beginning.
What child would choose to kill their own parents with their own hands?
Even though it was forced…
As these scattered thoughts flickered through her mind, the girl slightly raised her gaze and looked into the distance.
She suddenly wondered, why did she want to become so strong in the first place…?
For the first time, a hint of confusion appeared in her light blue pupils.
***
Recently, many major events had been happening in the Buzhou Domain.
The news initially spread through word of mouth from refugees, and then within a very short period, it had swept through the entire cultivation world.
“The Yin Corpse Sect has been wiped out!”
“The Bloodthirsty Demonic Palace has also been destroyed!”
“What?! Two days ago, my Blood Moon Sect was sneak-attacked by a demonic cultivator. We suffered heavy losses. I am the only survivor left in the entire sect, and I only lived because I was out of town!”
The people spreading the news were momentarily stunned.
They looked at each other.
“Wait, is it possible that the demonic cultivator you’re talking about might be the same person?”
Someone voiced a crucial question.
These fleeing evil cultivators gathered together, their expressions extremely grim.
Especially those who had experienced it firsthand spoke with a look of lingering fear.
“That female demon cultivator is truly terrifying. We are not inexperienced, but we have never seen someone like her who says nothing, asks nothing, takes nothing, and simply chases you down to attack! This is truly the first time!”
“Right, right! It’s like she’s simply killing to vent her anger!”
This last statement immediately drew fervent agreement.
In the face of such a ruthless individual, everyone felt too ashamed to reveal their identities as evil cultivators.
Thinking about the places that demonic cultivator had passed through – piles of severed limbs and ruins, with blood qi soaring to the heavens – they felt like amateurs in comparison.
However, as seasoned veterans of the Demonic Path, they all had a clear understanding of fellow demonic practitioners.
Soon, someone said, “I observed carefully before. That female demon cultivator was filled with resentment, her aura was mixed, and when you got close, you could vaguely hear the wails of souls…”
“If I’m not mistaken, she must be cultivating some demonic art that relies on devouring souls.”
As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately interjected with a frown.
“The path of soul devouring is extremely cruel. Although it helps cultivation grow rapidly, it has endless future troubles. The cultivator will constantly suffer from soul backlash, enduring extreme pain. Throughout history, no one who cultivated this path has ever met a good end.”
“Therefore, even those of us who choose unconventional paths would not opt for such a path.”
“It’s only a matter of time before they fall into demonic possession and lose their minds!”
His tone was decisive, settling the matter.
Upon hearing this, everyone’s complexion finally improved slightly, and they breathed a sigh of relief.
Mainly because people of the Demonic Path were inherently selfish, and naturally, no one was willing to volunteer to go and kill this lunatic.
Now that they knew she would eventually suffer backlash from her demonic cultivation, they could simply run out and lie low. Who would risk their lives fighting her inside?
As for their deceased ‘compatriots,’ they could only wish them a companion on the road to the Yellow Springs.
***
Unlike the rivers of blood in the Buzhou Domain, the area around the Tai Xuan Sect remained peaceful.
In the small Yunji Town, two figures appeared.
The young man’s simple robes were stained with dust, and his refined face showed a rare hint of fatigue.
Beside him was a stunningly beautiful girl in a flowing red dress.
It was Chen An and Jiang Qiuchi, who had rushed back overnight.
Seeing the boy’s expression, Jiang Qiuchi moved closer. She hesitated for a moment before speaking words of comfort, “Although your sister cultivates demonic arts, the targets she chooses have all been evil cultivators who have committed heinous crimes. She is acting on behalf of heaven.”
Chen An listened and shook his head.
“That’s not it,” he replied softly.
His mind, however, conjured the image of the girl pushing him back with her saber that night.
He fell into a moment of silence.
If one is chosen by fate, can it truly be changed?
A question came from beside him.
“Right, why are you so sure we can wait for her at Tai Xuan Sect?”
Chen An paused for a moment. He didn’t provide a specific reason, only answering, “She will come.”
He added at the end, “She will definitely come.”
***
So, what was the point of this desperate desire to become stronger…?
Walking through the yellow sand, the seemingly tireless girl finally stopped for the first time.
She lowered her head and stared blankly at the dirty bloodstains on her skirt, suddenly feeling an aversion from the bottom of her heart.
She was disgusted with herself.
In her hand, the small saber still trembled, urging her to continue forward.
But Mu Sanniang refused.
Suddenly, a smile appeared on the girl’s usually expressionless face.
She murmured softly.
“I remember now.”
“It was to protect my brother…”
But now, looking around, where was the ‘brother’?
So, the girl turned around and began to walk in the direction of South Mountain.
She thought, before seeing her brother, she needed to kill some people first.
She would kill all those who had bullied her and her brother in the past.
(End of Chapter)
