2025-12-27 07:25:06Such a heinous crime wouldn't have be tolerated had it not been for the longstanding merits of Mu's lineage towards the Hengshan sect.
Merely practicing demonic methods was enough to ruin Mu Qiu forever!
Despite all that, he became a beast, despised by everyone.
Laughable indeed, practicing a demonic method, causing harm to so many innocent girls!
If not beasts, what are they?
Feng Rong and Zhao Liqing, both have advanced to the inner sect.
One is acclaimed as one of the twelve roses of the sect.
The other has become a true disciple on the Wind and Cloud List.
Speaking of which, Feng Rong and Zhao Liqing are from the neighboring village.
They used to study in the same private school when they were children.
They came to participate in the Hengshan Sect's examination together.
If it were not for Mu Qiu's insistence, how would they have been taken into the sect?
However, what he never imagined was that...
A person who thought she loved him the most and a brother who thought could fight alongside him.
Both betrayed him on the same day.
Stepping out of the cold spring, Mu Qiu's fists were clenched tightly, and he murmured to himself, "Feng Rong, Zhao Liqing, I, Mu Qiu, don't hate you. But what I hate most is someone taking what belongs to me. Everything I've lost, I will take back personally, piece by piece."
Bright red blood oozed from the tight gaps of Mu Qiu's clenched fists and dripped slowly.
So what if my dantian is shattered?
With one punch smashing the roadblock boulder, Mu Qiu murmured to himself, "My dantian is shattered, but I still have my physical body. There were cultivators in the ancient times who proved their Dao through strength. If they could do it, so can I, Mu Qiu."
Though that being said, there is less than half a month left for the inner sect assessment.
If he failed the assessment again, even if the sect elders were to consider their old fondness for him, there was still a high possibility of being expelled from the sect!
Thinking about this, Mu Qiu sighed, feeling more and more that the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak.
At this moment, it was noon.
While the other disciples had gone to the dining hall for lunch, Mu Qiu had no appetite at all.
Tempering the physical body involves continuously pushing past one's limits.
If there are no limits, how can one break through?
Even if the hope was faint.
He would still strive hard and must persist!
Sitting cross-legged by the pool, Mu Qiu half-closed his eyes to meditate.
Suddenly, a fierce wind blew up!
Rumbling...
In an instant, the sound of thunder roared.
What was originally a clear, cloudless sky, abruptly became overcast.
It was as if daylight had instantly turned into night.
In a blink, a torrential downpour fell.
Countless flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, tearing the heavens like millions of silver dragons.
Awakening abruptly, Mu Qiu sprung up, intending to find shelter from the rain.
Unexpectedly, just as he got up, a crimson bolt of lightning seemed to be drawn by some force, following the rainwater and landing on the waterfall.
Subsequently, it raced straight towards Mu Qiu along the waterfall.
"Uh..."
Everything happened too quickly for Mu Qiu to dodge.
Struck by lightning, without even a chance to yell out, Mu Qiu's eyes rolled back and he collapsed into the pool of water.
However, Mu Qiu's consciousness remained clear.
In his sea of consciousness, accompanied by that crimson bolt, a blood-colored crystal suddenly appeared.
Mysteriously, it was drawing Mu Qiu's consciousness closer and closer...
Boom!
His consciousness thundered, and his sea of consciousness roiled!
The next moment, Mu Qiu found himself in a blood-red space.
Beneath his feet, a blood-colored altar floated in the air.
All around, there was a haze of red mist.
The red mist looked like blood.
Suddenly, on the altar, Mu Qiu heard a voice as if from ancient times, "Blood stains all eras, power breaks all heavens, inheritance of the ancient gods, begins..."
Ahead, a blood-red stone staircase emerged unexpectedly.
Atop the stairs, the blood mist was even denser.
At a glance, it seemed like a stairway to heaven, with no end in sight.
In his mind, countless images flashed by.
It felt as if a memory was being forcefully implanted.
Pain!
A tearing headache!
Not until moments later, did the headache subside.
"Ancient god... inheritance?"
Kneeling on the ground, Mu Qiu was gasping heavily, his face full of disbelief.
So, the blood crystal in his sea of consciousness was a kind of inheritance.
The space he was in at the moment was an inheritance space.
This is, the legacy of the ancient gods!
As the scenes flashed by, Mu Qiu began to understand the power of the ancient gods.
In the desolate ancient times, there existed a race of ancient gods!
These ancient gods were capable of contending with heaven and earth.
With a single finger, they could sever mountains and rivers!
With a punch, they could shatter stars!
And with rage, they could burn all the heavens!
Importantly, these ancient gods only cultivated their bodies, using strength to prove the Dao!
Among them, the strongest were like stars within their bodies, traveling through the cosmos.
They issued commands to all races, causing heaven and earth to tremble.
"If I could inherit the ancient god's legacy…" Mu Qiu suddenly raised his head, looking at the blood-red stairway before him.
At present, he merely possesses the qualification to receive the legacy.
The true legacy of the ancient gods, requires him to continually ascend this stairway in front of him.
Ascending these steps is like climbing to heaven, each step forms a blue cloud.
With each step he climbs, he will obtain a bit of the ancient god's power.
The physical body, thus, becomes a bit stronger.
If reaching the tenth tier, one will receive a drop of Ancient God's blood.
The blood of the Ancient God, a single drop weighs as heavy as a thousand catties.
An ordinary person consuming it, his life will be extended by a thousand years.
A cultivator consuming it, the path to immortality is foreseeable!
Having qualified for the Ancient God's Inheritance, a wave of joy couldn't help but surge through Mu Qiu's heart.
This meant that entering the Inner Sect wasn't entirely out of reach!
After the initial excitement, a sense of solemnity set in.
"Phew!"
Mu Qiu let out a long sigh, trying hard to regain his composure.
He took a step forward.
Pushing off with his left foot, he suddenly steeped onto the blood-red celestial steps.
However, the moment his foot struck the step, an immense pressure came sweeping in.
Boom!
Caught off guard, Mu Qiu was sent flying by the pressure, heavily crashing onto the sacrificial altar.
"Damn it!"
It seemed that the Ancient God's Inheritance was not easy to come by.
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Yet these were the resting places of the demon race's past emperors. Suddenly, Mu Qiu remembered — earlier, the old man had mentioned that these demon emperors, once revered for their great deeds, had all met with ill omens in their twilight years. A chill crept down Mu Qiu's spine. He shook his head sharply, as if to dislodge the thought. His curiosity was getting the better of him — and that never ended well.However, the moment he pondered deeper, a bone-chilling dread crept through his entire body. He dared not think further. Trembling fear. Burning curiosity. Two conflicting emotions tangled within him, tearing him apart."Hey, kid." The disheveled old man — who had been focused on scattering dirt ahead — suddenly halted and turned around. His voice was soft but deliberate. "Take a look at this soil. Doesn't it strike you as unusual?"Snapping back to reality, Mu Qiu froze for a moment. The old man had actually spoken to him first. This was unexpected — Mu Qiu had grown accustome
Chapter 209
The vicissitudes of time. Mu Qiu felt as though an eternity had passed.As he stepped out of the wooden cabin, just like any other day, his clumsy figure suddenly froze.Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?Endless questions flashed through his mind. A glimmer of clarity pierced through his long-dulled vacant eyes. His gaze sharpened, growing clear once more."How did I end up here?"Mu Qiu lowered his head, murmuring to himself. A pensive expression settled over his face. And in that very moment, Mu Qiu — who had been numb and indifferent for so long — finally awoke. His three ethereal souls and seven earthly spirits seemed to snap back into place at once. A turbid breath escaped his lips. A sharp glint flashed from his eyes.Before him, reality blurred into illusion, as if he were drifting through clouds. He saw things that had once been invisible to him. Like those spine-chilling graves — before, they had merely appeared as ordinary mounds of earth. But now, squinting, he noticed
Chapter 208
By the time the slovenly old man's movements roused him again, it was already daylight the next day. Mu Qiu followed the old man down over a dozen different paths, witnessing no fewer than a thousand graves of demon emperors. Yet all these tombs shared one common trait — even the newest headstones had been erected tens of thousands of years ago. In the last fifty millennia, not a single new grave had appeared.After trudging along various paths for over ten more days with the disheveled old man, this time the elder finally didn't lead him down a new route. Not that he was really leading Mu Qiu — because Mu Qiu was starting to suspect that the scruffy old man genuinely hadn't noticed his presence. Following the elder onto a familiar path, Mu Qiu recognized every single tombstone along the way. Was he doomed to repeat the same tedious routine?Sure enough, the old man resumed his monotonous tasks — scattering soil where it was due, ranting when the mood struck. A flicker of frustration
Chapter 207
Mu Qiu noticed that despite the old man's words, there were glistening drops in his murky eyes — as if tears were about to fall. Mu Qiu walked over to the tombstone in question. He waved his hand in front of the indescribable liquid, its foul stench assaulting his senses. Then, with some effort, he made out the name carved on the weathered stone tablet: Demon Emperor Xunkong.No doubt, this had once been a mighty demon emperor who shook the heavens and earth. Alas, time is the most merciless of all. No matter how peerless one may have been in life, there inevitably comes a day when even the strongest grow feeble with age.Mu Qiu, of course, couldn't be as disrespectful as the old man. In the end, he still scooped up a handful of yellow earth and added it to Demon Emperor Xunkong's grave — a gesture of reverence. For the strong, no matter the era, deserve the respect they are owed.After walking for a long time behind the disheveled old man, the elder suddenly turned and hurried back t
Chapter 206
Unable to resist, two streams of bitter tears rolled down Mu Qiu's face in regret. Why on earth had he followed that wretched old man in the first place? Tears fell from his eyes, and his heart bled in anguish. Powerless to fight back, Mu Qiu felt his heart shatter into pieces. In that instant, his thoughts turned to Tang Ying. If he somehow survived this ordeal, how could he ever face her again? This humiliation was unbearable for any man. Mu Qiu would rather die than endure such torment.After a long internal struggle, an unusual sensation suddenly arose from his rear. Slowly, he closed his eyes. His heart turned to ashes. If escape was impossible... then let the storm rage even fiercer.Just as he was bracing himself to endure the cruel twist of fate with bitter resignation —Smack!A sharp, crisp sound suddenly rang out. The searing pain that exploded across his backside nearly made Mu Qiu cry out. Mu Qiu was furious now. He was already about to be humiliated by these damned spect
Chapter 205
The footsteps grew louder. At first, they had been scattered and chaotic. But now, they fell into perfect, rhythmic unison — like a well-trained army on the march.This time, Mu Qiu finally saw what lurked beyond the window. Emerging from the endless darkness was a mighty demonic legion. Their tattered armor and rusted weapons left no doubt — these were undoubtedly demons. The army moved with eerie precision, cutting through the howling, frigid storm as if it were nothing. The leading general held a long halberd, its blade heavily rusted. Some of the soldiers carried broken spears, their weapons shattered and useless. Their eyes were hollow, devoid of life. They didn't seem to be living beings at all.As they drew closer, Mu Qiu could distinctly smell a foul, rotting stench — utterly repulsive. The demonic soldiers emitted a faint, eerie green glow as they marched forward in perfect formation, their destination unknown. A procession of ghostly soldiers. Though Mu Qiu had never witness
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