Incarnation Of The Overlord

Chapter 05

Under the blinding gaze of the sun, a field of corpses and pools of blood inevitably reflected a terrifying aura. In the midst of that dreadful aura, a lone figure walked while carrying someone on his back.

The aura of death in that place seemed to form a vortex, swirling with the wind and entering Song Que’s body through his pores, turning into power.

Eight meridians had opened and were now operating extremely smoothly to circulate his strength. Without realizing it, his dark cultivation had already reached the middle stage of the Fighter Realm.

A human child now wandered aimlessly after burying his father and kneeling before the grave. He murmured a vow of unfinished vengeance.

“Song Yang, Song Bai. The two of you… wherever you go, I will find you! You are the ones who created this cycle of hatred.”

Song Que was already conscious. He was even shocked when he discovered that almost everyone had died by his hands. He felt horrified as he stared at the field of corpses and the pools of blood that had become witnesses to his actions.

But he did not feel pity.

For him, it was still not enough—unless every member of the Song Clan was wiped out.

Song Yang, Song Bai, and several others had already fled Song Village. They did not dare deal with a boy possessed by a demon. For them, survival was more important.

The young boy sat under a tree with messy clothes and hair after wandering for half a day without a destination. He found a river, but only sat by it, staring at the water while resting in the shade.

“Hey, can you hear me?” Song Que called to the entity inside his body. He repeated it again when there was no answer.

Song Que looked at a pair of rings that had now been combined into one on his ring finger. They were his father’s and mother’s rings.

He injected Qi into the one he knew belonged to his father. With his consciousness exploring inside, he found clothes and several items that could be used for cultivation. But he did not know how to use them, because they were only raw materials that he could sense contained energy.

He then decided to jump into the river to clean himself.

Swimming made him feel happy. He dove deep until he reached the riverbed. The clear water allowed him to see small fish swimming without fear. He chased the fish like a child who had just found a new toy.

He did not know how far he had swum now.

When the pressure on his body began to increase, he quickly moved upward. However, as he approached the surface, he saw something he should not have seen.

That looks like a butt!? Song Que muttered inwardly.

Ah damn, I have to leave!

He quickly swam away.

“Ahhh!”

A woman screamed when she sensed a human aura near her. Her face flushed red as she submerged her entire body to see who it was.

When she saw the figure of a man swimming away, she immediately launched an attack.

The water suddenly rippled and formed sword-like shapes within the river before shooting toward Song Que who was trying to escape.

Boom!

The collision between the water swords and a palm strike forced the woman to be pushed backward.

Song Que quickly leaped out of the water.

But at the riverbank, many people had already gathered and surrounded him with their swords pointed toward him.

That scream had been a warning—there was an intruder!

A beautiful figure like a goddess descending from the heavens appeared when the people surrounding him stepped aside to make way.

The woman folded her arms across her chest, as if holding mountains still so they would not tremble while she spoke.

“Capture this criminal for me. I will castrate him, gouge out his eyes, and take everything he has.”

Her gaze was filled with hatred.

Ling Hua.

She was a beautiful girl born with a perfect body. Every curve and part of her body was flawless—white and smooth like porcelain. Any man would fall in love with her even without seduction.

But her words were extremely cruel this time, spoken to erase the hatred boiling in her chest.

After all, she felt violated and believed she was the wronged party.

“Yes, Young Miss!” one person replied—the leader of the woman’s group.

“Capture him for the Young Miss!” he shouted.

A group of people armed with swords stepped forward. They wore red clothing with an emblem on their chests.

Of course Song Que did not recognize it. This was the first time he had left the village after losing his parents.

He immediately jumped aside, shifting his body to evade the incoming attacks.

But this time he did not attack wildly.

He knew this was his mistake. Even so, no one had the right to take his life. So he only avoided attacks without killing anyone.

Occasionally he struck his opponents until they fainted, doing so to prevent himself from getting injured.

One minute passed.

Dozens of people groaned in pain on the ground. Those who made no sound had already fainted.

Everything happened so quickly that no one expected the ragged-looking youth to be so powerful.

Only Ling Hua knew that the young man was strong, because she had already clashed with him and had been forced to retreat.

Even though she had the advantage of the water element, it was still not enough.

She silently watched and observed Song Que.

“You are all so weak!” the captain shouted angrily as he stepped forward and drew his sword.

Song Que remained calm.

When the slash came toward him, he lowered his body and let it pass over his head, then his fist struck the captain’s jaw.

The captain’s head jerked upward as blood sprayed from his mouth. He was thrown to the ground—unconscious.

Now only a few women remained.

Ling Hua and her personal guard.

“Miss, let me handle him!” the personal guard beside Ling Hua said while cupping her fists respectfully. She then stared at Song Que, who had just defeated the captain.

Ling Hua raised her hand when she saw Song Que stepping forward.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I had no intention of peeking at you while you were bathing.”

Ling Hua’s face flushed again. Those words made the memory replay in her mind.

But she tried to suppress the heat on her face as she replied,

“It’s not that simple. What will other people say if they find out about this!?”

“I’ll stay silent. No one else will know about this. I’ll be leaving now—see you again, beautiful!”

Song Que dashed away at full speed.

Back at the place he left behind—

“Why did Miss let him go?” Mu Wei asked.

“Are you sure you could defeat him? I sensed his strength had already reached the middle stage of the Fighter Realm. But somehow his power felt unstoppable. I was forced back by his unexpected defense. Even though in water I should have the advantage at the same level.”

She paused before continuing firmly.

“Let’s end this here and never speak of it again. We will punish him if we meet again another time!”

Ling Hua walked toward the horse carriage, hiding her face from everyone.

Meanwhile, Song Que changed into his father’s clothes stored in the ring.

Instantly he appeared like a completely different person—as if he had just emerged from a cocoon.

He combed his hair and tied it behind his head into a ponytail.

Indeed, clothing could make someone appear more handsome.

With good clothes, a person might be seen as someone of status—and the opposite was also true.

Unfortunately, there was no money inside his father’s ring.

And now he had to spend the night in the forest, as the sun had already begun to sink toward the west.

A campfire burned brightly as the blue night descended.

Loneliness, sorrow, and pain struck him.

Memories turned endlessly in his mind, causing tears to fall.

Life’s path was unpredictable—who knew where it would lead.

Song Que looked up at the sky, leaning against a tree while chewing on roasted wild chicken.

That feeling of loneliness struck his heart…