Incarnation Of The Overlord

Chapter 08

“Hahaha. You’re too cowardly, young man. I was only joking,” the old man said after laughing coldly. Then he asked, “Why are you following me?”

“Because you were the only one I saw leaving your house, no one else. Besides, I don’t have a home either, and I used to live in the forest. So following you into the forest to hunt is also a good choice,” Song Que answered honestly. He indeed had a good impression of the old man, though he did not know why. Even though, judging from the frightening and fierce scar on his face, the man would normally be avoided by others.

“This is the first time a young man isn’t afraid to get close to me. In Silent Village, not a single person dares to approach me. Do you want to know why?” He glanced down at Song Que, who was shorter and smaller than him. His gaze was extremely sharp with a grin that looked cruel.

Song Que shrugged. Of course he didn’t know, and he was curious.

“Because my face is ugly. This village has also been abandoned by many people, because they feel there will never be any improvement in life in such a remote place. So many young people leave the village and head to the city to trade or try their luck by joining a sect, for example! That’s why this village is called Silent Village.”

“Then why don’t you go to the city too? I think you could live a better life than in this place!” said Song Que.

“I can’t! Because—”

Swoosh! An attack shot toward the two of them. The old man stopped speaking when he sensed a powerful attack aimed at them. It did not come from only one direction. There were three directions—they were surrounded without realizing it because they were too engrossed in conversation.

Song Que could see a dagger flying from his right side, and when he turned to the left, another flying dagger was coming. Instinctively, Song Que drew his sword to block one of them. But his hand was immediately grabbed by the old man and he was dragged away. Song Que was powerless to resist, as if he were a kite that could easily be pulled along.

The old man swung the large axe in his hand to meet the incoming dagger. Without hesitation, he split the dagger into two pieces, scattering sparks like fireworks. Then he quickly rushed toward the enemy who had attacked him. It was as if he was not carrying another person in his left hand—he treated Song Que like an empty sack.

The enemy who was in the tree was startled by the old man’s sudden arrival. The old man swung his large axe again, and the energy of the axe surged directly toward the tree trunk.

Braaak! The large tree, as thick as a basin, collapsed instantly. Someone jumped away from it to avoid the impact, and the old man took advantage of that moment. He also leaped high, relying on his large body frame, delivering a powerful strike.

While he was in the air, he seemed not like the owner of a large body, but like a light and thin body. The two weapons clashed in midair. After several exchanges of blocks, the opponent fell freely after receiving a kick to the stomach. The old man did not chase him. He ran through the forest as far as possible. For the moment, his breathing remained calm and long, as if he had not been fighting and running while carrying a burden. Such an achievement was extraordinary in martial arts.

If someone possesses calm and long breathing, that person has reached extraordinary strength. Because not many people can do that even if their power is great. This means that great strength does not necessarily mean extraordinary ability. But someone extraordinary certainly possesses great strength.

Half a day passed.

The old man entered a cave and immediately pushed a large rock to cover the entrance. After that, he released Song Que and sat down slowly.

Song Que observed the situation. He had not expected to become involved in a life-and-death situation. If he had been alone earlier, he would certainly have died without hesitation, because he could feel the enormous shockwave from that brief battle.

“Sit down. Forgive me for involving you!” the old man said while waving his hand. “At least we will be a little safer here for the time being!” After speaking, he turned away from Song Que and coughed. Blood came out into the palm of his hand, and he hid it.

“It’s alright, Uncle. You also saved me. It seems Uncle has suffered internal injuries?” Song Que looked worried. “Who exactly were they, and why were they chasing you?” Song Que could not possibly think that those people were chasing him. It was clearly the uncle in front of him who was being pursued—but for what reason? That was what he wanted to know. “If Uncle doesn’t want to say it, I don’t mind,” he added after seeing the reluctance on the old man’s face.

“Would you be willing to become my disciple? Just answer directly and briefly!”

Suddenly the old man spoke in a surprising tone, offering Song Que to become his disciple. Even though Song Que admired the old man’s physique that could run dozens of kilometers without stopping, he still felt something strange. Is it because he will die soon? he thought.

“My time is not much. I only want to have a disciple at the end of my life. What do you think? Honestly, my injuries are already very severe, and this has been the case for several years…” The old man finally began to open up and tell everything about himself and why he had a scar line across his face, which ultimately made it easier for others to find him. Even though he had hidden very well in a remote place like Silent Village.

“I am willing, Master!” Song Que dropped to his knees and bowed three times to show respect. Song Que made his decision with full conviction because he cared about the old man whose name he had just learned.

He was Long Jitian. The leader of a criminal organization that was greatly respected and feared across the Shentu Continent. He also had ten thousand subordinates.

At one time, he attacked a temple while bringing half of his troops. He destroyed that temple until it was flattened to the ground. But at the peak of that victory was also the beginning of the turning point in his life.

He fought against an old monk who was the last one defending Buddha Mountain. When he managed to stab him, the old monk said softly, “You will live in regret and be betrayed by your own friend. Remember, find a disciple to become the one who redeems your sins!”

Up to that point, Long Jitian had already experienced the betrayal of his friend. His wealth, his position, and the woman he loved had been taken away by greed. But he did not complain about it, because he himself had once done the same thing—something that could be considered “karma.”

After his friend’s betrayal and after he fell into deep regret, Long Jitian finally realized the careless words of the old monk he had killed. That it was not merely a statement but a prophecy for him to change. But he had ignored those words because he did not believe them, and in the end the betrayal truly came to him, making him regret it for the rest of his life.

His internal injuries also grew worse over time. He could not freely search for medicine, and the Heart-Devouring Parasite tormented him terribly whenever he exerted a large amount of internal energy.

When he found Song Que, he had already intended to make him his disciple regardless of Song Que’s weak physique and everything about him. He did not care. In his opinion, those things could still be forged through training, even if it was a little late. But it was better than nothing.

However, circumstances forced him to quickly take a disciple, and he decided on Song Que as his disciple for the redemption of his sins.