thefictionvixens Chapter 112 People live for a sense of security
Chapter 112 People live for a sense of security
Chapter 112 People live for a sense of security
Huo Yuhao snapped his fingers.
The bloodlust in Tang Ya's eyes gradually faded, and the surrounding scene filled with blood and debris began to return to normal.
"Sister Xiaoya, this is the tenth time already."
Huo Yuhao's voice carried a hint of helplessness.
"I'm afraid that if this continues, even though I've been maintaining Tie Li's spirit, it will probably collapse when he returns to reality. You don't want to kill an idiot when you seek revenge in reality, do you?"
That being said, how many people can remain calm when facing an enemy with whom they have a blood feud?
Electrolux, who was already interested in Tang Ya's devouring ability and had deliberately left a mental imprint to observe her beforehand, slowly spoke up:
"Yuhao, even if this girl tries a few more times, it probably won't change much. After successfully taking revenge, her life has lost its clear purpose."
"Teacher, what do you mean?" Huo Yuhao's voice was a little hesitant.
Electrolux stroked his beard and said calmly, "Yuhao, you were too hasty in your actions before, but I think you know how to solve this."
Ice Empress, who had been silently listening to Elder Yi's words, suddenly changed her expression and couldn't help but ask, "Elder Yi, can't we reinforce the seal on that human's devouring talent like we did last time?"
Electrolux shook his head and said slowly:
"It's better to guide than to block. Besides, that devouring attribute is an ability inherent in her life force. If we keep forcibly sealing it, that girl will eventually be devoured by the out-of-control source. Unless we can completely remove the devouring attribute from her body."
Tianmeng scratched her head and glanced at Axie, who was fast asleep at her feet.
Even though I am the embodiment of wisdom, I can't understand a word these people are saying.
Could it be that spending too much time with that little idiot A-Xie has made me dumber too?
Tang Ya calmed herself down and said, "Xiao Yuhao, I'm sure I can control myself this time. I definitely won't be controlled by the Devouring Talent."
After saying this, Tang Ya prepared to go forward again to the newly restored Iron Blood Sect and start killing again.
Huo Yuhao reached out and grabbed Tang Ya's wrist.
Tang Ya's body trembled slightly, and she turned around.
Her purple eyes had once again been filled with a deep purplish-red, radiating an eerie glow.
"I can definitely do it this time, I can definitely do it..."
Tang Ya's voice trembled slightly, as if she were trying to persuade Huo Yuhao, or perhaps she was trying to persuade herself.
"Sister Xiaoya, that's enough. Let's go home together now, everyone's waiting for you."
"go home?"
Tang Ya murmured, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes.
"Xiao Yuhao, I have no home anymore."
Only after personally carrying out her revenge did Tang Ya realize the confusion that followed that liberation, as if life had completely lost its purpose and become meaningless.
Just then, Tang Ya felt a slightly hot sensation between her eyebrows.
A mysterious mark appeared on Huo Yuhao's forehead, who was standing in front of her.
Huo Yuhao said gently, "Sister Xiaoya, have you forgotten that you are already an employee of my Spirit Pagoda?"
"I'm just an employee, not someone you sold yourself to," Tang Ya retorted instinctively, turning her head slightly, her voice still tinged with tears. "Or are you saying, Xiao Yuhao, that what you made me sign was really a master-servant contract?"
Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao's tone became unusually firm.
"Sister Xiaoya, do you think you could ever pay back the Black Jade Divine Bamboo and the complete version of the Mysterious Heaven Skill even if you worked for me your whole life?"
Tang Ya was taken aback by his words. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she hesitated and tentatively called out.
"Then... Master?"
"Sister Xiaoya, do I look like someone with that kind of special fetish?" Huo Yuhao took Tang Ya's hand and started walking forward, the surrounding scenery rippling like water.
"I just want to tell Xiaoya that your life from now on no longer belongs to you alone, so don't always think of yourself as just one person."
Tang Ya pouted.
She couldn't help but think to herself, "Isn't that the same thing?"
However, feeling the warmth from his hands and looking at the figure in front of her, Tang Ya felt a long-lost sense of peace.
……
Ignoring the Iron Blood Sect members who were already dead, Tang Ya grabbed Huo Yuhao's hand and pulled him through the familiar yet unfamiliar buildings.
She would stop every now and then and take the initiative to introduce the various buildings that once belonged to the Tang Clan to Huo Yuhao, telling him about the shared memories she and her parents had spent in these buildings.
Finally, Tang Ya led Huo Yuhao to the deepest part of the Tang Sect, a small courtyard that had been abandoned for a long time.
She silently pushed open the only door in the courtyard.
The room was already in a dilapidated state, with many things damaged, but it was still possible to vaguely tell that this was once the ancestral hall of the Tang Clan.
Tang Ya took out the prepared memorial tablets for her parents from her storage soul tool and solemnly placed them on the altar.
Then she knelt down and kowtowed three times.
"Mom and Dad, Xiaoya avenged you..."
The grief and grievances that had been building up in Tang Ya's heart for so long finally erupted at this moment.
She couldn't hold back any longer.
From initial soft sobs to later wailing.
Tears streamed down her face like they were free, making her once pretty face a complete mess.
Huo Yuhao simply stayed by her side silently, without saying a word or disturbing her, just quietly waiting for her to release all her emotions.
It was unclear how much time had passed before Tang Ya's crying gradually subsided.
She hastily wiped away her tears, looked at Huo Yuhao, and her voice still had a strong nasal tone.
"Xiao Yuhao, do you still stand by what you said before?"
Huo Yuhao simply reached out and gently pulled Tang Ya, who was kneeling on the ground, up, and said softly, "Sister Xiaoya, let's go home."
"Yes, let's go home."
……
Sunset Forest.
It was one of the few soul beast habitats in the Heavenly Dou Empire ten thousand years ago, similar to the Star Dou Great Forest.
But now, ten thousand years later, it is completely desolate, and even wild thousand-year-old soul beasts are hard to find there.
A boy who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old was walking alone in the Sunset Forest.
His eyes were glowing with a faint purple light as he warily observed his surroundings.
This person is none other than Tang San, who dropped out of Shrek Academy.
Shortly after dropping out of school, he has successfully reached level 40 in soul power by constantly hunting evil soul beasts and humans.
He came to Sunset Forest this time because he remembered the poison array he had carefully set up around the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well in his previous life.
The Jade Phosphorus Nine Absolute Flower, which has been cultivated for ten thousand years, is an extremely precious and rare existence for any plant-type Soul Master.
Even in his previous life, he never had the opportunity to attach it to his own spirit ring. In this life, he naturally wanted to give it a try.
But speaking of which, Sunset Forest is indeed Tang San's lucky place.
In his previous life, he successfully resurrected Xiao Wu in this very place.
They also wiped out most of the evil soul beasts in Sunset Forest with cultivation levels of over 50,000 years, thus replenishing the soul rings they had lost after reviving Xiao Wu.
Thinking of this, Tang San's eyes filled with boundless tenderness.
The words "Rise again, my love!" still echoed clearly in his ears.
Xiao Wu, wait for me, I will be back by your side soon.
At this moment, an old man dressed in black was hanging far behind Tang San.
Zhang Peng touched the beard on his chin, feeling somewhat puzzled.
Shouldn't the Holy Son have already reached level 40?
How could one possibly acquire a suitable spirit ring in such a godforsaken place?
Since the leader mysteriously disappeared a few months ago, the Supreme Leader's emotions have become even more unstable.
And he, as the mainstay of the temple, was so fortunate to discover the existence of the Holy Son.
This is practically divine intervention to greatly promote their Holy Spirit Cult!
This holy son seems to be a little dim-witted.
What era are we living in? People still like to play with those outdated hidden weapons.
As they went deeper, Zhang Peng's expression became even more peculiar.
He could sense that a faint miasma was beginning to drift in the air around him.
With such a vast area of miasma, if the Holy Son were to rashly venture in with his current cultivation level, it would probably be no different from suicide.
As Tang San ahead sensed the intensity of the miasma and poisonous clouds, his brows furrowed slightly.
Although his goal was not to cross the entire poison array, he only wanted to hunt down one of the ten-thousand-year-old Jade Phosphorus Nine-fold Flower on the outer edge of the poison array.
Even if he had taken the antidote beforehand, he probably wouldn't have gotten much benefit from it.
Tang San stopped and said in a deep voice, "Senior, you've followed me all this way, shouldn't you show yourself by now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure shrouded in a black robe appeared.
Zhang Peng chuckled and said, "Good lad, not bad. You actually managed to find my trail."
Although he did not deliberately conceal his figure, it was still unexpected that he could be discovered by a junior with only level 40 soul power.
Such keen perception truly befits a holy son.
Tang San's body tensed instantly, even though he didn't sense any obvious killing intent from the strange old man in front of him.
But since the other party had been following him all this way, they were already on the verge of death.
He had not forgotten the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire behind that poison array.
In his plan, if he wanted to become a god again in this life, he absolutely needed the various magical herbs there.
Therefore, he naturally couldn't let others discover that treasure land.
"Senior, is there something you need from me?"
Tang San bowed slightly, adopting a very humble posture, giving Zhang Peng ample face.
His current cultivation level is probably not enough to resist this person, so he can only proceed slowly and feign compliance for the time being.
Zhang Peng said in a deep voice, "I won't waste my breath on a junior like you. I have a great opportunity waiting for you, so you'd better come with me."
Hearing this familiar rhetoric, Tang San's heart sank slightly.
What good can come from saying something like that?
Who would be so bored as to give away an opportunity to someone who is not related to them?
Without the slightest hesitation, Tang San's figure suddenly retreated, and with a flip of his hand, the Zhuge Crossbow fell into his palm.
With a series of clanging sounds, sixteen jet-black iron crossbow bolts shot out from Zhuge's divine crossbow.
At the same time, the hidden shadow on his chest was also triggered, and countless fine needles gleaming with cold light flew towards Zhang Peng.
The Hidden Sand Projectile is one of the few hidden weapons Tang San possesses that can break through the protective aura of a high-level Soul Master. It is also coated with a potent poison that he has carefully prepared.
As long as the poison can hit the opponent, even if it only scratches the skin, the opponent will have to use some of their soul power to stop the spread of the poison.
This would give him more time to escape.
Thick black mist surged from Zhang Peng's body, and without any extra movements, he simply threw a punch.
Neither the crossbow bolts nor the fine needles had a chance to get close to Zhang Peng's body before they were blown away by an invisible wave of air.
Two yellow, two purple, and five black spirit rings rose from beneath Zhang Peng's feet, radiating a heart-palpitating surge of spirit power.
Upon seeing the nine spirit rings, Tang San's expression suddenly changed.
In a daze, he felt as if he had suddenly returned to the time in his previous life when he was captured by Poison Douluo Dugu Bo.
In his previous life, he was able to find a way out by maneuvering around the other party's martial soul.
But now he didn't even know what had happened, and a deep sense of powerlessness inexplicably welled up in Tang San's heart.
The immense pressure from the level 40 cultivator facing a level 96 Super Douluo was enough to suppress any further actions Tang San might take.
Zhang Peng sneered, "You little brat, you've really been taken advantage of for your kindness. Based on what I saw you doing before, absorbing the life force of soul beasts and humans, how long do you think you can survive in the Douluo Three Kingdoms? You might as well come with me and leave, and I might be able to save your life."
Upon hearing this, Tang San's mind raced. Clearly, this person mistook him for an evil soul master.
The problem is, how could someone as pure and innocent as myself possibly be an evil spirit master?
He had clearly killed evil spirit beasts and heinous humans.
That old bastard is just spouting nonsense.
In a flash, unwilling to simply surrender, Tang San forced himself to calm down and spoke softly:
"Since you claim to be acting in my best interest, senior, I will not hold back. Perhaps you are curious about the origin of the poisonous miasma in this forest?"
Upon hearing this, a thoughtful look appeared in Zhang Peng's eyes.
But the next moment, Tang San felt a violent dizziness in his brain, and everything went black before his eyes, and he knew nothing more.
Zhang Peng glanced at Tang San, who had already collapsed to the ground, and curled his lip.
"I've lived long precisely because I'm cautious and not curious enough. You're still too green to fool me."
He picked Tang San up like a chick with one hand, and with a sway of his body, a thick black mist completely enveloped his body, and he instantly disappeared into the air.
(End of this chapter)