Incarnation Of The Overlord

Chapter 07

"He has the potential to become strong through hatred!" Hei Di commented as he looked at Song Que, preparing to receive the sword strike aimed at him.

Song Que swung his sword with enough force to astonish Hei Di. Hei Di was pushed back two steps while blocking Song Que’s sword. And with every swing of that sword, it felt increasingly heavier. No one knew what was happening. Hei Di did not understand. What was certain was that since their first clash of swords, he had already retreated ten steps without being able to launch a counterattack, only able to defend. The attacks released by Song Que were sharp; a slight mistake would cause him to fall.

“This kid cannot be allowed to live!” Hei Di gritted his teeth. He tightened his grip on his sword and focused more energy into his hand to strengthen it.

When he pushed Song Que’s sword upward, he immediately slashed toward Song Que’s stomach. But Song Que quickly twisted his body to the side and aimed a slash at Hei Di’s leg. Hei Di lifted one of his legs and jumped backward. He was still focused, so Song Que had not yet managed to injure him.

At that moment, Song Que formed a dark black energy sphere in his left hand and threw it at Hei Di. Hei Di was startled and immediately released a palm strike containing energy resembling a bright yellow Buddha Palm. The violent collision swept through the trees and gaps between the rocks when the two attacks clashed. The impact produced an explosion that sent both of them flying away from each other.

Hei Di could not believe the reality that he was now coughing up blood with his chest in pain. He pressed his chest, which continued to throb painfully.

Song Que also felt pain throughout his body. He glanced at the deer lying on the ground, ran over, picked it up, and carried it away. He no longer intended to fight. What benefit was there? His thoughts were still simple.

Hei Di was grateful at that moment. If Song Que had decided to attack him again, he would certainly have died. But that was fate—no one knew. He had thought he was going to die.

After gathering enough strength, Hei Di left the forest and headed toward the place where Hu Zaimin was waiting.

“You’re injured?” Hu Zaimin said while frowning. He had never expected that his two guards would be injured by a young man who appeared weak.

“Forgive me, Young Master. I couldn’t punish him for you,” Hei Di said as he knelt. Occasionally he coughed up blood, showing that his internal injuries were severe.

Gu Dai, who looked at Hei Di and saw that his injuries were worse than his own, felt pity. But he could not do anything. “Enough. We’d better return to the sect.”

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Song Que immediately roasted the deer meat once it was ready. He looked extremely hungry, hungrier than usual. For some reason, after becoming a cultivator, his hunger had tripled. One whole deer was finished within five minutes. How ferocious was that?

After he burped, Song Que tried to understand his power. His memory was quite good regarding the cultivation method his father had taught him. Even though in the past he could not absorb the energy of heaven and earth, that cultivation method still remained in his memory, along with the combat techniques he had memorized.

Sitting upright to correct his posture, Song Que immediately began drawing in the scattered Energy of Heaven and Earth. Though faint, he was very happy to be able to feel it. After seventeen years of trying, his efforts had finally borne fruit.

“Oh… is this because of that whisper?” Song Que began to understand slightly that at that moment he had heard a whisper, and at that moment he had gained power. Even though it was dark power. But from that moment on, his adrenaline had been triggered. His desire for strength and his unwillingness to be humiliated forced him to become strong.

“I still have a grudge against Song Yang and Song Bai. Especially against the Ancestor of the Wushi Clan who hunted us down, causing my father to lose both of his legs! I will avenge everything without hesitation!”

Song Que continued to draw in whatever energy he could absorb and circulated it through his bloodstream across the eight open meridians, gathering it in the lower part of his abdomen where it had begun forming into a small marble-sized sphere. There was a black ring circling that small sphere. But after cultivating for half the night, there was no increase in his cultivation level at all. However, the size of the small sphere with the black ring grew to the size of a ping-pong ball.

His stomach began to feel hungry again. The worms seemed to beat drums and play instruments, producing unpleasant music.

At that time, the moon hung perfectly in the sky and the road was fairly illuminated. He walked slowly with a sword in his hand. It was the sword left behind by his father.

He walked without knowing the direction, not knowing how long he had wandered until he saw a faint light from the top of the mountain. He was happy to find a village and hurried down the mountain to reach it.

About five minutes later, he arrived.

It should be known that his physique had become fairly good after he became a cultivator, though not as good as those who specifically trained their bodies.

“Silent Village!” The two words were carved on the signboard at the entrance gate of the village. Song Que entered without hesitation because there was no guard. As its name suggested, the village was very quiet and desolate.

The farther he walked, he did not find a single person. But there were quite many houses there, and the dim lights in those houses indicated that people were living inside them. Song Que thought, “Perhaps everyone in this village is just an ordinary human.” He put away his sword and walked to the watch post. Even though his stomach was hungry, he no longer wanted to look for food and instead sat cross-legged there.

“Better to meditate!” he muttered softly to himself.

The next day, the sun shone brightly, causing glare. Song Que opened his closed eyes. He saw several people going about their activities. But they did not pay any attention to Song Que, who looked confused while watching them.

Gathering his courage, Song Que approached someone carrying a large axe on his back. It seemed that the man was heading toward the forest to hunt.

“Uncle!”

The man turned when he heard the voice calling him. He frowned, because no one had ever wanted to talk to him while he was in the village. He ignored Song Que. But Song Que persisted and followed him. For some reason, his heart wanted to follow that sturdy old man.

They left Silent Village and headed toward the forest.

Song Que spoke again politely. “Uncle, why is that village called Silent Village?”

The old man stopped. His body was over two meters tall, while Song Que was only one hundred sixty-nine centimeters. He had to look down to observe the young man following him.

“You’re not from the village?” the old man asked. He had a muscular body and a firm face. A scar slanted across his face from his forehead to his lips. It was quite striking to look at.

“I’m not,” Song Que said honestly. To be honest, he did not feel afraid of the old man.

“Oh… People in the village are not allowed to talk to outsiders or to one another, except with family members inside their homes. That’s why the village is called Silent Village. In fact, the only person who has dared to speak to me in several decades is you. Aren’t you afraid of me?”

“Does Uncle eat human flesh?” Song Que asked jokingly, smiling at the old man.

“Sometimes, if there’s no food,” the old man replied casually.

But that answer immediately plunged Song Que into the realization that the person in front of him was dangerous.