Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family
Chapter 72: Thank you for helping me cut off the last trace of hesitation

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Thank you for helping me cut off the last trace of hesitation

Boom!

In the jungle of Qing State, where the sky is completely obscured.

Two figures were moving incredibly fast, each step they took on the thick branches propelled them hundreds of feet forward.

"Still can’t shake him off?"

The figure on the left was a resolute-looking young man who glanced back occasionally, his brows furrowing tighter each time.

"Brother Meng, we can’t go on like this!"

The figure on the right had a face covered in black markings, looking rather startling.

He quickly whispered, "I’ll hold him off, you go fetch the Fire Tao Divine Soldiers!"

"No way! Brother Yuann, you’ve just stepped into the Clarity Realm, while the Mangy Monk is already Half-Step Divine Travel. If you stay, you’ll die!"

The young man quickly shook his head and said, "As a friend, how can I just watch you stay and die!"

Before he could finish, the ugly-looking figure interrupted:

"Enough nonsense! Meng Hedong, if you consider me a friend, listen to me and quickly go get the Fire Tao Divine Soldiers!"

Taking a deep breath, the ugly-looking figure smiled faintly:

"I, Yuann Bufu, was born without a father or mother, just a lonely boat in the world. Even if I die, no one will grieve, but you’re different. You have a five-year promise, and many people are waiting for you to return!"

"Go now. If I die, just find a place to bury me. I came to this Mortal World alone and will leave alone, without regrets or ties!"

Having said this, Yuann Bufu, originally named Chen Chou’er, pushed heavily on Meng Hedong’s back, thrusting him forward with great force.

And without hesitation, he turned around and swiftly rushed back.

"Brother Yuann..."

Meng Hedong watched the figure gallantly facing death, unable to help but slowly clench his fists.

"I, Meng Hedong, swear here and now, if Brother Yuann survives this, you will be my sworn brother for life!"

Taking a deep breath, Meng Hedong quickly rushed away.

At the same time.

Chen Chou’er leaped down, standing on a grassy edge of a cliff, quietly looking into the distance, as if waiting for something.

Swoosh!

A burst of firelight shot into the sky, landing in front of Chen Chou’er.

The firelight gradually dispersed, transforming into an elderly Mangy Monk in a blue-green Taoist robe.

"Oh? That little Meng fellow ran off, leaving you, this ugly lad, to block my way?"

The Mangy Monk had raised eyebrows and triangular eyes, looking at Chen Chou’er with great interest.

"Enough nonsense. Today, that Fire Tao Divine Soldiers must be taken by Brother Meng."

Chen Chou’er said calmly.

"Ha ha ha, truly a loyalty reaching the heavens..."

The Mangy Monk let out a low laugh, "Very well, I shall first refine you into a human-shaped elixir, then take that Fire Tao Divine Soldiers!"

He opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue from his rotten teeth, licking his chapped lips, eyes filled with greed.

Such a young body, refined into a human-shaped elixir, would surely be greatly nourishing, right?

In contemplation.

"Water Flow Blade Technique: Cyan Moon Radiance Slash!!!"

A fierce blade light suddenly blossomed in the sky.

Chen Chou’er, wielding twin blades, transformed into a heaven-splitting blade light, slashing fiercely towards the Mangy Monk.

"Mere child’s play."

The Mangy Monk grinned, flicking his fingers five times.

Immediately, five fire serpents shot out from the Mangy Monk’s fingertips.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Five dull sounds echoed consecutively.

The first three fire serpents shattered Chen Chou’er’s fierce blade light, while the fourth fire serpent knocked his long blade flying from his hand!

The fifth fire serpent slammed into Chen Chou’er’s chest, sending him crashing down like a ragged bag from the sky.

"Child, first enter this master’s Five Viscera Temple, later I’ll send that friend of yours to reunite with you."

The Mangy Monk let out a low chuckle, then quickly formed hand seals, raising his head in laughter:

"Fire Technique: Nether Purgatory!"

Boom——!!!

In an instant, boundless flames erupted from the ground, transforming the area into a raging sea of fire!

At the center of the sea of fire, Chen Chou’er was instantly engulfed by countless flames.

"Smelt!"

With the Mangy Monk’s utterance, the fiercely burning flames engulfed Chen Chou’er completely.

"Ah!!!"

At the heart of the sea of fire, Chen Chou’er, turned into a being of flames, let out a heart-rending scream, desperately writhing and rolling on the ground.

The flames scorched his skin inch by inch, roasting his bones.

His hair was the first to ignite; instinctively he sought to extinguish the flames on his head, but as he grasped, he tore off his entire scalp effortlessly.

Before the blood could even flow out, it was instantly evaporated by the high temperature.

In this surging sea of fire, his skin melted and dissolved like a candle at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even Chen Chou’er, with his resilient mind, couldn’t help but wail and scream miserably.

"Ah! Pain! It’s too painful!!!"

"Kill me!! I beg you, just kill me directly!!"

Watching Chen Chou’er struggling bitterly in the sea of fire, writhing on the ground in agony like a maggot, the Mangy Monk’s face, reflected in the firelight, flush with red, showed an expression of increasing obsession.

"Child, once I’ve successfully refined you, it won’t hurt anymore,"

The Mangy Monk’s lips curled into a smile as his hands continued to form seals, intensifying the flames.

"Ah!!!"

Piercing screams, as if from a mortal purgatory, echoed in his ears continuously.

About dozens of breaths later.

The figure twisting and struggling in the sea of fire gradually stilled and lay motionless on the ground.

"Is it done?"

The Mangy Monk’s eyes lit up, and he quickly withdrew the flames, walking toward Chen Chou’er.

Only to see Chen Chou’er’s skin completely melted by the burning, like a half-burned white candle, barely showing the vague shape of a human body, but unable to see the exact form.

"Senior, I was wrong, I beg you, don’t kill me..."

A desperate and frightened voice of plea suddenly escaped from Chen Chou’er’s throat.

"Not dead yet? How is it possible?"

The Mangy Monk’s face changed suddenly.

Suddenly.

Thud!!

A large hand, with only a little melted flesh hanging from its white skeletal structure, grabbed the Mangy Monk’s neck.

Chen Chou’er slowly stood up, and with his previously weeping face now melted beyond recognition, he pulled a gentle and eerie smile.

"Senior, did I act convincingly just now?"

Boom!!!

A surge of Divine Travel Realm aura erupted violently from Chen Chou’er.

"You..." The Mangy Monk’s face changed completely, a chill shot from his spine straight to his head, raising the hair on his whole body.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!!

The two immediately started fighting.

A moment later.

The Mangy Monk’s corpse lay on the ground, eyes wide open with disbelief, as if he had seen some great horror before death.

Chen Chou’er bent down, whispering softly in the Mangy Monk’s ear:

"I wasn’t sure if I should cultivate this method."

"Thank you for helping me eliminate the last bit of hesitation on my cultivation path."

With those words.

Chen Chou’er grabbed the Mangy Monk’s head, dragging his corpse step by step toward the cliff beside the forest.

Beneath the cliff was a bottomless poisonous pool.

From time to time, strange fish with densely packed sharp teeth could be seen leaping out of the poisonous pool and diving back down.

Splash.

As if discarding trash, Chen Chou’er threw the Mangy Monk’s corpse into the poisonous pool.

The water splashed up, and the strange fish swarmed eagerly toward the Mangy Monk’s corpse.

Crunch crunch crunch!

The sound of gnawing on flesh and bones arose.

Soon, the dark surface of the water returned to calm, leaving only crimson ripples spread throughout.

Chen Chou’er stood atop the cliff, his gaze directed toward the distant mountains.

The mountains layered on top of each other, stretching into the unknown with no end in sight.

A slightly chilling mountain wind blew through the valley, over the mountains, and finally brushed across his face.

He couldn’t help but become lost in thought.

From being abandoned in his childhood, then the ridicule of children his age within the family for his appearance, treating him as an ominous monster, to the death of his mother, and how the servants rolled her corpse in a tattered straw mat and tossed it into the wild mountains as if it were nothing.

The rain poured heavily that day. He knelt on the ground, using his hands to scoop up soil and dig a shallow pit to carefully bury his mother’s body.

The past, like a tide, surged at him continuously.

He seemed to have only sorrow in his life, no joy.

Suddenly.

On Chen Chou’er’s face, all his features melted away, emerged a faint smile.

"It’s just a bit of hardship," he muttered softly.