I Fuse All Things and Become the Strongest Cultivator Chapter 25: The Boy Who Refused to Die

"Brother Tian, don’t be afraid. I will protect you. Hide here and don’t co out. They will not find you."

"Brother Tian, to protect you I must beco stronger. Unfortunately, the best technique our You family has is only Earth grade. Can you teach a way to beco stronger?"

"Father, don’t worry. Once I trick him into handing over the Ao family cultivation technique, I will kill him imdiately. You will not be implicated."

"Tian’er, you are nothing but a trash five-spirit-root constitution. Your death is more valuable than your existence. Sacrificing for the Ao family is the glory of every Ao family mber. Why run? You cannot escape anyway. It is better to offer your life to the family so we can advance into a second-rate clan."

The handso man’s eyes flashed with confusion as he personally handed him over to that person.

"Ao Tian, even if you are the protagonist and I am the villain, so what? An eight-year-old child like you cannot escape my heaven net. Even if the Heavenly Dao protects you, it cannot save you. As long as you die, I, this villain, this Heaven Origin Realm, the Spirit Realm, the Immortal Realm, and the God Realm can all be saved. Everything I do is correct. I am the savior of the entire plane... You should bla yourself for creating the Dao of Destruction and Creation!"

"Mother... why..."

"Li Shu, you swore an oath that you would only be loyal to ! What does your oath even an to you..."

"Yue’er, you saved just for my cultivation technique... didn’t you always say you liked the most?"

"Why won’t you run? What kind of father kills his own child? Just because I am a waste spirit root... just because soone gave you enough compensation, you want dead..."

What protagonist? What villain? What Dao of destruction and creation? I do not understand!

As the direct eldest son of the Ao family main line, everything was originally fine.

Then suddenly everything changed.

His biological mother wanted to kill him, his personal maid rescued him only to try to kill him again, and after escaping he was saved by his childhood friend, only to find out it was all for the Ao family’s cultivation technique...

Escape... pursuit...

Finally, he was captured by his biological father and personally handed over to that person. Then ca those repeated stabs... those hateful, excited voices...

He grew weaker and weaker, until he no longer even had the strength to breathe.

That person also lost interest in toying with him and ordered others to dispose of him.

He was thrown here and countless people stepped over his body.

Even though his blood had dyed the ground red, no one stopped their steps for him.

Even when soone hesitated for a mont, at the instant he had once again placed hope in them, they turned around and left... Was there really no one who would stay for him?

Even if they could not save him, burying him properly would be sothing even a child in this city of cultivators could do with a casual gesture... yet no one was willing to even move a finger...

It was truly over now.

All his blood had already been drained.

He only felt his consciousness drifting away as if floating.

Even though his eyes had already been gouged out, he could still see everything around his body.

Passing beast carriages, cultivators, voices talking, footsteps walking.

He only felt light and weightless, his vision slowly rising...

Was this, as his Seventh Uncle who lectured him once said, the cycle of reincarnation after death?

Clearly life had just begun, yet everything was already ending...

I am unwilling... I am unwilling...

Clearly I did nothing wrong... clearly the one at fault was not ...

This kind of world... this kind of world...

That person said he would destroy everything...

If everything refers to this kind of world, then even if I have only one breath left, even if I die and enter reincarnation again, I will rember everything.

I will create that Dao which you fear, and I will destroy all of this...

While he repeated this resentnt, unwillingness, and resolve over and over again, he suddenly saw a 17 or 18 year old boy with fox-like eyes step into the alley.

He looked extrely frightened and while walking quickly he tripped over the sack containing his body.

Seeing him trembling as he took out a light stone to illuminate the darkness of the night, even though he was shaking all over with fear, he still used his trembling hands to open the sack.

The mont he saw his face, he imdiately burst into tears... he was actually crying out of fear.

How embarrassing, he was an adult too!

If he was so afraid, why not just leave quickly?

Hey... with such a small courage, he was actually still pulling the sack down.

Don’t act like that annoying Ao Ming and wet yourself when you see my body... such an ugly expression...

You do not even have the strength to run anymore...

Ao Tian stared blankly as the fox-eyed brother trembled all over his body.

While crying, he hugged his body into his arms and kept forcing healing pills into him.

Low grade, mid grade, even the high grade healing pills that even his grandfather could not bear to use were all fed to him...

It was useless...

His tongue had already been cut off and his internal organs and stomach had already been shattered by that person’s spiritual power...

He was already dead...

...

Even though it was a stranger... even though he was terrified to death... even though those precious pills were a waste on him, and even if he were saved he would still end up a cripple... why was he still wasting effort... so it turns out there really are people like the fox-eyed brother in this world.

If there were more people like the fox-eyed brother in this world, then its destruction would be sowhat regrettable...