“It's a shadow of his will. Your friend is very terrifying. Even I, with the deep trove of records and information available to me, I haven't seen many people who have several severe methods and techniques like he does. And the worst part is the fact that he's top notch and flawless no matter which method he reveals. He's not normal at all.” The system interrupted. “My ancestor! Even if you don't tell me, has there ever been a time where he looked normal? He has always been this ice-cold beast.” Alvin looked at what was said to be a shadow of his will, not even an extension, yet it was enough to make a room full of higher ranking cultivators to feel so pressured. His eyes never left the other Murong Wuque for a second, not wanting to miss any detail in his bid to analyse it and see if he could learn a thing or two. A purple bell suddenly appeared in his hand and the first tune rang out. Everyone instinctively covered their ears and blood began to drip down from Shi Meng Ying’s

The time accelerated to show Meng Ying wiping his face after he was done eating. She looked at his bony hands and tears came to her eyes. “Are they even feeding you from what I brought?” He immediately nodded, but the expression on his face made it seem like a lie. “Aunty will try to see you more often from now on. Let's go, my team mates would have noticed my absence.” She took his arm and they returned to the front courtyard. The middle aged woman gave her a fawning smile and brought out a chair for her. “Benefactor, sit down.” “Dinner is almost ready, wait for a while.” The old woman who was picking vegetables said, looking up at her. Chickens cackled in the yard, and in the distance, a sheep could be heard bleating. “I'm almost too late. Waiting for dinner would be impossible, I will delay my team.” “Hehehe. My son A'guo is almost thirteen, can you help him join a good clan?” Shi Meng Ying offered her an awkward smile. “I'm not sure about that, clans are now m

In just two breaths of time, the entire pack of spirit beast lay dead around them. With a flick of his fingers, the beast's corpses disappeared. He turned to the boy. “What's a kid with a measly master level cultivation doing in here? It’s nearly midnight, are you seeking death by showing up in a place like this?” The boy was still dazed, staring open mouthed at him. “Little kid, I know people your age can be dumb and stubborn, but don't ever enter into such a place again.” He kept silent, still staring at him in awe. Murong Wuque hissed in irritation and snapped his fingers, sending him out of the forest with the basket of herbs. The next time he opened his eyes, he was already at the base of the hill Murong Wuque’s group made a camp in. “Ah! That was senior Murong Wuque.” He slapped himself severally. “I'm so stupid, I kept staring at him like a fool till he left. I didn't even ask him to take me as his disciple. How could I have missed such a good opportunity?” Shaoy

Alvin immediately rushed to her, his heart beating erratically in his chest as he imagined all the consequences that could arise from her demise. “Please, don't die on me. Don't sully my house with the aura of death.” He muttered under his breath and dropped to his knees before her. The screaming Shi Yue finally broke free from Shi Wei's grasp and rushed to them, tears cascading down her face in steady torrents. Shi Qian Ling who was rocking Meng Ying in his arms had an expression filled with thinly veiled agony, trying his best to maintain control and not panic like the rest. Alvin grabbed her hand to check her pulse, his brows furrowing in deep concentration as he checked her internal structure using a strand of his cultivation energy. “She's still alive, but her body condition isn't good. She was already weak from Shi Tong's machinations, and this seemed to have put a strain on her barely recovered body. This might take a while.” Murong Wuque, who had been standing frozen

Murong Wuque rested his head against Alvin's back, his arms encircling his waist possessively. “But I still feel like it was my fault…it was all my fault. If I had personally sent him back that night instead of chasing him outside the forest, if only I waited to see if he was okay, if only I didn't teach other people the techniques I developed, if…” Alvin turned around, making Murong Wuque’s words trail off. “If what? If… If… if… Are you omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent? How would you have known that such a thing would happen? You did what you thought was right by sending him out to safety. It was those people’s fault for scaring him so much he didn't dare to return empty handed and had to brave the night to give them what they wanted. It was also his fault for not listening when you asked him to go home.” Murong Wuque’s fingers instinctively tightened on Alvin’s shirt, and he shut his eyes slowly, as if trying to push out a painful memory. “But it's my fault he mistoo