317: Chapter 316: eting 317: Chapter 316: eting Ancient proverbs say, “From poor mountains and bad waters co crafty people.”
This sentence isn’t ant to be ironic, but simply states when a person is in a dire situation and their living environnt is severely limited, in order to survive, they inevitably resort to so malicious ans.
At this mont, Huang Pudgy must be considered a crafty person, laboring step by step within the endless deep woods.
The fresh blood in his mouth kept spurting out uncontrollably, his body covered in knife wounds, and he had to fend off the ferocious beasts of the forest now and then, one could say he had walked into a dead end.
“Huang Uncle, are we going to die?”
Ye Yueling was the little girl’s na, her face sared with dirt, obscuring her features, yet when her eyes twinkled, one could see the mist of tears forming.
“Heh heh!”
Huang Pudgy gave a self-deprecating laugh, a trace of sadness crossing his eyes, but he still forced a smile and said, “Ling’er, don’t be scared, as long as Huang Uncle is alive, I will never let you get hurt.”
With labored breathing, Huang Pudgy hoisted the little girl onto his back again, staggering toward the deep mountains.
“Uncle, Ling’er is so hungry!”
The child was still just a child, after days of relentless flight, not only was the little girl physically and ntally exhausted, now being carried by Huang Pudgy, she felt dizzy and weak with hunger from the scant wild fruits they had consud during their days of escape.
“Ling’er, just hold on a little longer.
Once we get past this mountain range, we’ll be sowhat safe.
After we shake off those chasing us, Uncle promises to treat you to a full al,” Huang Pudgy comforted her.
Although she was young, the girl seed to understand their predicant and quietly nodded.
Together, the pair trudged on through the forest.
Deep in the woods.
“Ling’er, let tell you a story, it’ll make you forget about the hunger.”
Huang Pudgy’s steps faltered; he was reaching the limits of his life because his injuries were too severe.
To not die in these deep, old woods, he had to draw on his unwavering willpower to keep from falling.
“Five hundred years ago, there was a person…”
Huang Pudgy murmured to himself, a hint of rosiness returning to his exhausted face as if he was transported back to that distant past, a ti that reignited his once fiery passion.
As they walked, Huang Pudgy recounted his story, his voice constantly weaving the tale while staggering through the forest, the girl on his back listening intently, her spirit noticeably lifted.
“That…that decade of darkness and chaos…Blood Soul Strange Beasts slaughtered across the globe…he spread martial might everywhere…revered by all humanity…he initiated the age of global evolution…worshipped by all humanity as the Divine King…he finally encountered his Nine Heavens Immortal Tribulation, he…”
A very long tale unfolded from Huang Pudgy’s mouth, but his life force grew weaker and weaker, and his voice lower and lower.
Ultimately, Huang Pudgy stood motionless amidst the deep woods.
He was just too tired, having reached the limits of his iron will, with his life drawing to its inevitable close.
“Huang Uncle, did that man beco an Immortal?”
The girl hadn’t noticed anything amiss about Huang Pudgy and weakly inquired, but Huang Pudgy, his energy spent, had no answer left to give.
“Uncle…Uncle…don’t scare Ling’er…what…what happened to you…?”
The little girl tumbled from Huang Pudgy’s back to the ground, shaking his arms frantically, her tender cheeks already wet with tears.
“They’re here!”
Suddenly.
A dozen sounds of breaking through the air ca, and as the light faded, a dozen cultivators surrounded the chubby man and the little girl in the middle, their eyes showing ferocious colors.
Buzz!
Luo Feng arrived on a sword light, quietly appearing beside the chubby man.
When he saw that the chubby man’s body was stiff, he even personally checked his breath, before saying coldly, “This dog got off lightly, never thought he would die with his oil spent and his lamp burnt out.”
Luo Feng searched the chubby man’s body, and when a thin book was pulled from his embrace, Luo Feng’s eyes shone brightly.
Seeing the four characters “Heavenly Demon Great thod,” he trembled with excitent.
“Heavenly Demon Great thod, it really is the Heavenly Demon Great thod, haha!” Luo Feng laughed wildly, tightly clutching the book in his hand, a look of ecstatic joy about to burst forth.
Bang!
Luo Feng kicked the chubby man’s corpse to the ground, his voice cold and harsh, “You dog, dying like this is too kind for you.”
“Don’t you touch Uncle Huang!”
Ye Yueling sobbed and cried, her small body lunging towards Luo Feng, but before she could reach him, she was directly lifted by her clothes by a cultivator.
“Sir, now that the chubby man is dead, only this dead girl is left, what shall we do?” asked the cultivator.
“Master has instructed, we need to see them alive or witness their dead bodies.
Since this chubby man is dead, take his corpse back, and as for this brat who is a descendant of the Ye Family, just slaughter her,” Luo Feng said with a savage smile.
“Yes, sir.”
The cultivator smiled cruelly, spiritual light erging from his fingertips, ready to slay the little girl in his grasp.
Sigh!
Suddenly!
A deep sigh spread across all corners of heaven and earth.
This inexplicable voice was filled with age and solitude; it seed to co from the Nine Heavens, descending amid the vastness of the Red Dust, making everyone feel insignificant.
“Seas turn into mulberry fields, ti keeps changing, in a blink of an eye, five hundred years in the world have passed, I never expected that the one who was loyal to in the past would end up like this today.”
Like the sound of a spring’s ding-dong and the mist of clouds, Ye Xuan’s hoarse voice echoed through heaven and earth.
He walked step by step out of the void, without any aura bursting forth, but those who saw him, like Luo Feng, trembled, their knees uncontrollably shaking and eventually kneeling.
“Are you… a descendant of the Ye Family?”
From beginning to end, Ye Xuan had not glanced at Luo Feng and the others.
He silently watched Ye Yueling and naturally sensed through the bloodline connection that this little girl must be a descendant of the Ye Family.
“Elder, they are all bad people, they not only killed Uncle Huang but now they want to kill Yueling too,” the little girl said with her eyes red with tears.
Ye Xuan looked indifferently at the descendant of the Ye Family, and the girl’s sobbing could not make him feel any pity.
“Child, dry your tears, tears are sothing only the weak have, and your tears will not make pity you.”
Ye Xuan stated flatly, no longer looking at the girl, he walked step by step towards the chubby man.
When he saw the body of the chubby man, stiff in death, with that unwilling look on his face as he died, a trace of spiritual light flashed through Ye Xuan’s eyes.
“Good, he has only just died recently, there’s still a chance to save him.”
An Immortal Pill appeared in his hand.
As the aroma of the elixir drifted, the vegetation around them grew wildly, leaving the little girl and Luo Feng and the rest dumbfounded.
Feeding the Immortal Pill to the chubby man, a milky glow blood around his body, his previously stiff fra bursting with unimaginable vitality, his pale cheeks now showing a rosy color.
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