Dashing Student
Chapter 811 - 811: Heaven and Earth Are Ruthless, Treating All Living Things as Straw Dogs

When they saw the corpses scattered throughout the village, like a human purgatory, the faces of the elder and the young girl turned pale in an instant.

The burning thatched huts stretched their shadows long, distorting them in the pools of blood.

"Old man, what's going on here? Could it be an evil cultivator came through?" The cool young girl clenched her fist, her nails deeply embedded in her palm.

She looked at the incomplete bodies of the elderly, her delicate body trembling slightly, the anger in her eyes almost tangible.

The elder glanced at the bodies of the elderly, sighed, and lightly swept his duster, dispelling the lingering stench of blood: "Such things are all too common; don't tell me you still don't know enough?"

"Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all creatures as straw dogs." He looked up at the waning moon, his voice heavy: "Mortals unable to cultivate are no different from ants in their eyes."

The girl bit her silver teeth, her pearly teeth shining with a chilling light in the moonlight: "Hearing and seeing firsthand are not the same!" She kicked a bloody stone aside: "These beasts are simply deserving of death!"

"Alas, why not bury these people and offer last rites for the wronged souls? It would be a merit." The elder shook his head helplessly, taking out several talismans from his sleeve.

The girl said nothing more, just joined the elder in digging pits.

Her long sword plunged into the earth, digging one shallow pit after another.

The two carefully pieced together the shattered bodies, wrapped them in clean cloths, and buried them in the newly dug graves.

The elder's talismans burned on the graves, wisps of green smoke rising like pathways for the souls to ascend to the heavens.

In the nameless mountain village, dozens of nameless graves appeared.

The night wind blew over the newly erected wooden plaques, making a wailing sound, as if telling the tale of this unforeseen disaster.

"Hoo hoo..."

In the dense primeval forest, Chen Nan's breathing was heavy, like a broken bellows.

He leaned against a millennium-old pine, the rough texture of the bark coming through his clothes.

Every tiny movement tugged at the wounds all over his body, the intense pain causing beads of sweat as large as soybeans to trickle down his forehead, mixing with the blood at his chin.

This was the most severe injury he'd suffered in his life, and the most disgraceful moment of his existence.

The only reason he had managed to ambush Hu Chuan successfully earlier was due to the sudden awakening of the King of Ten Thousand Gu slumbering within him.

At this moment, the little creature was coiled around his dantian, its whole body glistening like jade, emitting a faint golden glow.

Not only had it absorbed the corrosive poison from the Blood Saber, but it had also converted the toxins into pure energy, healing his utterly battered body.

"Although I killed Hu Chuan earlier, it ultimately came down to an ambush; such an opportunity won't come a second time."

He staggered forward, leaving bloody footprints on the soft, decaying soil with each step.

Besides Zhao Kai, another name, Liu Tong, was added to the list of pursuers behind him.

And Master Xuanming, high above, had been engraved in blood as the top name on his must-kill list in his heart.

"Just wait!" Wiping the blood froth from the corner of his mouth, a fire of defiance burned in his eyes: "I will return one day!"

He ran for hundreds of miles continuously, delving deep into the uninhabited primeval forest.

During this, he changed direction several times, even purposely moving against the current in a stream to confuse the pursuit.

Only when he confirmed he was temporarily safe did the breath he was holding release, causing him to sit weakly on a fallen giant tree.

The cross-shaped knife wound on his chest exposed the bone, with a strange blue-black at the edges.

The sword wound left by Liu Tong pierced his shoulder blade, and even a slight movement caused fresh blood to gush out.

Such injuries would have long taken an ordinary person's life.

But Chen Nan's physical body differed from other cultivators, not yet at the point of death.

He took a deep breath and began circulating the Zhoutian.

The sparse spiritual energy between heaven and earth trickled slowly into his parched meridians like a small stream.

The King of Ten Thousand Gu within him also cooperated with his breaths, sending refined pure energy to the various wounds.

The damaged muscle tissue began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Shush!"

Without warning, a subtle rustling sound arose under the night sky.

Chen Nan abruptly opened his eyes.

His ear slightly twitched, catching the sound of rapid footsteps approaching swiftly in the distance.

Although this forest was densely wooded, the spiritual energy was too thin for any spirit beast to inhabit.

Those coming could only be Zhao Kai and Liu Tong.

"I have been exceptionally cautious on my escape route; how could they possibly catch up?" Chen Nan endured the severe pain and stood up, the dry branches making a brittle sound beneath his feet.

Though baffled, his survival instinct urged him to immediately continue fleeing.

A hundred zhang behind, Zhao Kai looked at the violently jumping pointer on the compass in his hand, emitting a sinister laugh: "Impressive alertness, but ultimately just fish on the chopping board!"

The black gemstone embedded at the compass's center emitted a faint light, resonating with some secret mark.

"Shut up!" Liu Tong snatched the compass away, his eyes gleaming with cold light: "The master's mark has never been wrong; this time we'll tear him to pieces!"

Like lightning, the two figures darted through the dense forest.

The shadows of towering ancient trees cast mottled light and dark on their faces, like grotesque ghostly apparitions.

Within his escape, Chen Nan suddenly halted.

He realized the opponent must have some special tracking method, or else they couldn't pinpoint his location so precisely in this vast sea of trees.

Looking up, the eastern horizon already showed a sliver of pale white.

"It's the fourth watch." He murmured, cold sweat soaking his clothes.

If he couldn't shake off the pursuers by dawn, he would have nowhere to hide in daylight.

He quickly checked his entire body, from hair to soles, but found nothing suspicious.

This discovery made his heart sink to the bottom.

He had a premonition that his body seemed to be implanted with the opponents' aura or some kind of mark.

But when he carefully explored his meridians and viscera with true qi, he still found nothing.

"What should I do?" Chen Nan's face darkened, an ominous premonition spreading in his heart.

At this moment, the King of Ten Thousand Gu in his dantian suddenly shifted, seeming to sense his anxiety.

Chen Nan's eyes lit up as he immediately communicated with the small red snake using his divine thought.

The little creature lazily stretched its body, transforming into a stream of blood as it roamed through his meridians.

Finally, it stopped at the back of his neck, opening its small mouth and suddenly sucking.

The next moment, an imperceptible black dot was pulled from the flesh, instantly swallowed into its belly.

"Hiccup~" The King of Ten Thousand Gu burped contentedly and leisurely swam back to the dantian.

At the same time, Chen Nan felt a certain invisible shackle abruptly break.

He turned to look back into the pitch-black forest, a cold arc on his lips: "Since you're looking for death, let this young master grant you that wish!"

Deep within the forest, Zhao Kai suddenly froze.

The compass's needle spun madly, finally drooping powerlessly. He exclaimed in terror: "Senior brother! The master's mark... the mark disappeared!"

"What?" Liu Tong grabbed the compass; his handsome face twisted instantly. He frantically injected true qi into the compass, but it showed no reaction.

"Impossible!" He angrily lifted Zhao Kai, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "How could a Foundation Establishment Third Layer waste possibly break the master's mark? Tell me, did you break the compass?"