Chapter 1416: Chapter 93: Blindly Obstinate
In the depths of the molten lava lake, within the Ancient Demon Cave.
At the silent center of the spreading ripples, an ancient beast skin book slowly erged.
It seed to possess intelligence, flying to the front of the ditating, cross-legged Jiang Wang, and slowly unfurling.
The text on the beast skin book appeared to be Daoist script, as its aning beca imdiately clear. However, the shapes of the characters were twisted and grotesque, completely different from conventional Daoist script.
Perhaps, it might be called… Demonic script.
The opening four words were exceptionally fierce and ominous, inscribed as—”Seven Hatred Demon Techniques.”
This beast skin book floated and unfurled before Jiang Wang, resembling a banner.
Jiang Wang, brows furrowed as if trapped in a painful dilemma, unconsciously stretched out his hand.
He was about to grasp that “banner.”
As if part of so ancient ritual, he was, on this day, confronting his transformation.
His long, powerful, sword-wielding hand slowly approached the ancient parchnt.
But just as his fingertips neared it, he paused.
Between his brows was a dense expression of pain. The tornt of celestial and human conflict was fully visible.
Jiang Wang’s hand remained suspended above the beast skin book, which seed sowhat impatient, as the demonic script on it began to stir and float.
The demonic script had sound.
A grand yet ferocious voice erged from the agitated motion of the demonic script, echoing through the Ancient Demon Cave, instilling terror, dread, and even intoxication in its listener!
The voice chanted—
Hatred for the heavens’ lack of benevolence, hatred for the earth’s lack of virtue, hatred for humanity’s abandonnt of righteousness.
Hatred for the reversal of black and white, hatred for selfishness and self-interest.
Hatred for the absence of justice in the world,
Hatred for the eternal erasure of my na!
I loathe the world as if it were my mortal enemy, and the world loathes likewise.
The hatred for a father’s killer is no worse than this! The hatred for a wife’s usurper is no worse than this!
There is no one in this world who cannot be killed, and no one in this world who cannot kill !
This demonic voice seed to carry an ominous power. In this long-abandoned, shattered Ancient Demon Cave, the faint sense of renewed vitality began to stir.
Everything began to move.
As if a dead, stagnant pool filled with rotting debris suddenly had a spring of fresh water injected into it.
Thus, everything regained new possibilities.
This “Seven Hatred Demon Techniques,” from its opening, possessed such ferocious montum, seemingly resenting the heavens and earth, opposing all beings, and taking the world as its adversary!
Its strength was undoubtedly beyond question.
Jiang Wang’s fingers, hovering over the beast skin book, trembled slightly, as though an unbearable weight was pressing his hand downward.
At this mont, Jiang Wang still had his eyes closed, seemingly trapped in an endless dream from which he could not wake. The once clean and handso features of his brow were now shrouded in pain and gloom.
The trembling yuan force, the agitated air, and the slowly reviving rules of the Demon Cave seed to signify—
This world was waiting for his choice!
Waiting for this young man’s final decision.
It was as if boundless demonic qi, from unknown origins, was rolling and surging within this Ancient Demon Cave, like subjects awaiting their king.
The dead silent All-world Desolate Graves were waiting for a new power to be born!
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In the Zhongshan Country’s tavern, as Jiang Wang confronted Zhao Xuenyang, a beast skin book appeared before him.
A voice roared within his heart.
“Cultivate the Seven Hatred Demon Techniques, and killing Zhao Xuenyang will be as effortless as slaughtering chickens and dogs!”
In the Daoist School of Maple Forest City in Zhuang Country, as Jiang Wang walked forward, an ancient beast skin book floated in the air before him.
A voice thundered inside him: “The world calls a demon, so I might as well beco one for them to see! Cultivate the Seven Hatred Demon Techniques, and I will eventually beco invincible in the world! Let there be no more who defy , hate , or slander ! Only those who yield, who submit, who kneel!”
Reality and illusion intertwined, and dreams and reality clashed.
Like an overwhelming tide sweeping in, Jiang Wang’s will was like a candle flickering in the wind.
Already in the dream of Jade Capital Mountain, his will had been broken, falling deeper into the abyss.
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In the depths of the molten lava lake, within the Ancient Demon Cave, Jiang Wang reached forward, about to seize the Seven Hatred Demon Techniques.
But his eyes opened at that very mont.
They were eyes… still filled with pain, still clouded with confusion, still burdened with anguish.
Yet those eyes, gazing at the undoubtedly unparalleled cultivation technique in front of him—the Seven Hatred Demon Techniques—held no greed, no yearning, not even the slightest hint of interest.
“The world calls a demon; does that make a demon?” This young cultivator asked.
His steady voice echoed through the desolate Ancient Demon Cave: “The world calls a demon; must I be one?”
Within his body, four lights lit up one after another. Divine Power Light illuminated his true heart.
His voice grew clearer, louder—
“I, Jiang Wang, a man with seven feet, look up to the heavens, bow down to the earth, fulfill promises, pursue desires, live in this world—must I live by the words of others?!”
The hand that had nearly grasped the beast skin book abruptly withdrew.
Clang!
Longing unsheathed with a sharp sound, held firmly in his hand, as he struck a sword blow at the Seven Hatred Demon Techniques before him without hesitation!
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In the Zhongshan Country’s tavern, Jiang Wang held his sword in hand, standing directly before Zhao Xuenyang, and calmly said: “You have forty breaths of ti to leave this place. After forty breaths, I will give my all and fight to the death here.”
He spoke these words with complete composure.
From beginning to end, he never once glanced at the beast skin book beside him.
This is the choice that follows my true heart. Even if faced with this a thousand tis, ten thousand tis, I would make the sa decision.
I do not regret.
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At the Daoist School of Maple Forest City in Zhuang Country, Jiang Wang walked alone.
He had already ford a complete plan.
The first step was to request Zhao Rucheng to have the mysterious Uncle Deng warn Jade Capital Mountain of Bone Tao’s sches.
The second step was to use the Taixu Illusion Realm to seek the aid of the yet-to-be-exposed “Zhen Wudi,” and report this matter to the Triple Punishnt Palace, asking Executioner Palace to dispatch people to Zhuang Country!
Solutions are always conceivable as long as one thinks of them.
No matter what, he could not stand by and watch Maple Forest City be destroyed yet again.
He could not be like Zhuang Gaoxian, indifferent to the deaths of so many, concerned only with the final rewards.
Perhaps they could live better, more gloriously, and achieve their goals more easily.
But I, Jiang Wang, cannot walk the sa path as them.
I refuse to be like them!
The beast skin book, representing imnse power, lay right before him, within arm’s reach. Yet, he stomped on it with one foot.
And strode away!
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Dreams both real and unreal had been left behind.
Within the lightless Ancient Demon Cave, Jiang Wang struck with his sword.
Resolute and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Before the blade reached its target, the beast skin book silently vanished.
Like a shattered bubble, like an almost imperceptible sigh.
Never to be seen again.
Scouring the entire cavern, not a single trace of its existence could be found. Against the fully cald dark ripples, Jiang Wang beca keenly aware—
Just monts ago, so force was attempting to erode his will… a force tied to the Seven Hatred Demon Techniques.
Now he held his sword firmly, his gaze utterly clear, resembling a pristine stream.
The pain and tornt had all sunk to the depths of the water, leaving visible only unyielding determination and unshakable resolve.
The demonic qi that had encircled him, drawn to him, began to fizzle after losing his support. But before completely dissipating, like a final flicker of light, it gathered mid-air and ford a grotesque, twisted demonic script!
It faintly distorted the surrounding space.
The aning of this word was—
“Obstinately ignorant!”
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ps: 仇雠 (chou): Enemy.
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