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Chapter 285 - 40 I am not a heartless or ruthless person

Chapter 285: Chapter 40 I am not a heartless or ruthless person

The ancient forest was sinister.

A slender silhouette moved forward at a leisurely pace.

There wasn’t a trace of spiritual energy in his body, and his Qi-Blood was merely at the level of an ordinary person.

Yet, he walked through the jungle as if strolling in his own garden, exuding ease and lethargy.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of breaking dry branches echoed continuously through the jungle.

Streaks of emerald light emerged from the bushes.

These glows harbored bloodthirst and deceit as they scrutinized the human advancing step by step.

"Wolves?"

Liang Hui chuckled softly. What a coincidence!

In both the Divine Court World and the Heavenly Demon Realm, his first gains were associated with wolves.

It seemed the Guangxi Realm would be no exception.

He continued at the same pace towards the pack of wolves.

Howl! Howl!

The wolves howled, resonating with bloodlust and shrillness.

Shadows of wolves leaped out from the bushes, rushing towards Liang Hui with deadly speed.

Their fangs were sharp, and their mouths dripped with foul saliva.

Liang Hui faced the onslaught of the pack with an indifferent expression.

He sidestepped, aligning his foot, waist, and neck in a straight line.

He retracted his chest slightly, as his entire body became taut like a drawn bow.

Then, he suddenly surged forward.

Bang!

The three skinny wolves in front of him exploded on impact.

Blood mixed with white bone fragments scattered all around.

This violent act did not instill fear in the pack but instead provoked their ferocity.

Thump!

Liang Hui swung out a punch, breaking the neck of a black wolf and advancing forward as it whimpered.

His steps were unhurried, and his fist swung casually, sending wolf corpses tumbling to the ground.

Blood saturated the earth, soaking into the soil.

After moving forward ten steps, all the wolves lay dead.

Liang Hui bent down, extended his hand, and pressed it on the skull of the lead wolf.

With a slight shake, the shiny black fur separated from the flesh and was snatched up.

As his Qi-Blood flowed over it, roasting the skin, Liang Hui discarded the robe created from his Qi-Blood.

He draped the animal skin over his body.

Meanwhile, within the scene reminiscent of a slaughterhouse, wisps of crimson light emerged from the ground and the wolf carcasses, converging towards him.

Blood Qi, untainted by any spiritual energy, surged into his body.

It was then purified of impurities, transforming into the purest Qi-Blood.

Muscles, bones, and skin began to recover at an extremely fast rate.

Time passed.

The crimson haze enshrouding the young man slowly dissipated, revealing his athletic figure.

He looked up at the pitch-black sky.

Taking confident strides, he ventured deeper into the jungle to cleanse the land and devour all wild and ferocious beasts.

In this world, he would too possess the power to defend himself.

The silhouette of the young man moved forward, vanishing among the bushes.

The remains and flesh left behind were reduced to dust by a gust of night wind...

...

Time swiftly passed by two days.

In the human world, wars raged on as various factions, mighty beings, and ambitious leaders constantly made their moves in turmoil, seeking the greatest benefit.

Walking out from a grave on Huangfen Mountain, a slender figure took measured steps.

Covered in a black wolf skin, his long dark hair was bound by dried grass behind his neck.

In two days, Liang Hui had devoured all the beasts of Huangfen Mountain, achieving preliminary restoration of his strength.

He had completed one-fourth of both the external cultivation of the "Triple Internal Cultivation" (skin, sinew, and bone) and internal cultivation.

The young man glanced at the dim sky and chose a direction to stride in.

It was time to make contact with the world’s powers, whether to acquire more Cultivation Scriptures or to understand the current situation of the human world.

Although the spiritual energy of this world was manipulated by the predecessors with various means, the spiritual light produced from the collision of cultivation concepts and wisdom could not be denied.

It was an undeniable source of nourishment for his growth and advancement.

As he proceeded.

The landscape of the world gradually revealed itself before Liang Hui.

As far as the eye could see, the earth was cracked, and alongside the roads lay corps after corps of emaciated bodies, collapsed on the ground like weeds.

There were old people, middle-aged people, and also women who died holding their children.

Densely packed, laid out on both sides of the road.

Grim!

Very grim!!

A ripple stirred in the depths of Liang Hui’s eyes.

The path he cultivated was never one of complete heartlessness and ruthlessness.

Otherwise, when facing the Heavenly Demon Realm, he would have fled with the Flowing Light Bell, instead of establishing the Divine Court and fighting to the death.

He could disregard the lives of all beings for the obsessions in his heart, but he also had the sensibility that came with being human.

"Unsatisfying!"

Liang Hui murmured, his pace unconsciously quickening.

Time passed, though he knew not how much.

A dilapidated mountain village appeared in his sight.

Firelight, smoke, laughter, and wails emanated from within the village.

The aura of slaughter and the stench of blood hit him in the face.

Suddenly, a brawny man on horseback sped forth from the village.

The brawny man’s features were fierce, and he held a horse-cutting saber, emitting strange laughter.

"A mere pig, lucky day."

Liang Hui’s gaze turned cold, but his pace remained unchanged as he walked forward.

Thud! Thud!

The horse drew near, and the saber’s light, with a bone-chilling coldness, sliced towards the young man’s chest.

The brawny man’s expression grew increasingly maniacal, as he seemed to envision the blood spraying and the young man wailing as he fell.

That was until a pale hand, reaching from below, struck upwards.

The maniacal laughter stopped abruptly, turning into a scream of despair.

The brawny man saw the huge horse’s head explode, shattering bones slashing across his face, creating wound after wound.

Before even feeling the pain on his face, a hand had already crossed the blood mist and pressed against his forehead.

Pop!

The brawny man’s upper body exploded, and what remained of his legs slid more than ten meters, led by the momentum of the horse’s carcass, before coming to a stop.

Liang Hui flicked the blood off his fingertips and strode towards the village.

The remains behind him withered and turned to ash in his wake.

After the young man stepped into the village, even more heartrending screams and desperate roars echoed around.

Moments later, it all turned into silence.

Liang Hui stood in the center of the village, where within a hundred meters, there was nothing but limbs and shattered bones.

With a thought.

Wisps of rosy light rose from the flesh and flowed into his body.

The dark red, viscous blood circulating within him was tinged with faint golden light.

With his steps, the flesh and blood of all the bandits had already turned to ash.

As for the corpses of the villagers, he hadn’t taken anything from them.

As for why, there was no reason, it was just that doing so made his heart feel more satisfying.

Just as Liang Hui was about to leave the village.

A small figure staggered out from a crumbling earthen house.

He knelt before the young man.

"The people of Huangfen Village thank you, great sir, for avenging this blood feud."

Thump! Thump! Thump!~

After giving nine resounding kowtows, the small figure finally lifted its head.

A wrinkled face was revealed, tears continuously falling from dim eyes, and white hair scattered in disarray.

Liang Hui slightly turned his head and saw four dead bodies inside the earthen house.

There were children, youths, middle-aged people, and women—three generations, all dead except for the old man before him.

The young man was silent, his footsteps resumed, and he walked past the old man, heading out of the village.

The old man watched the young man’s retreating figure, then turned his head to look at the silent village.

He slowly stood up, his body trembling as he lit a flame with a dry branch.

Soon, the entire Huangfen Village was engulfed in raging flames.

A small figure staggered out from amidst the flames, pursuing the direction in which the young man had left.

Meanwhile, after Liang Hui had killed the horse bandit, through entering dreams he acquired quite a bit of information, including several incomplete cultivation methods.