Chapter 129: Hateful Heart
cursed beings lost their vessel, leaving behind only calmness—a solitary gaze upon suffering.That kind of calmness is incredibly powerful.What is a curseHate the heavens for their unfairness, hate the...Yong Guo was a long-standing powerful nation. In its heyday, it once advanced northward to vie for dominance with Jing Guo, but unfortunately, it ultimately failed and had to retreat back home.
The emperor who led Yongguo to its peak and unfortunately died in battle at Jingdi, directly leading to the decline of Yongguo.
The powerful king of Yongguo led his troops in person during his prime. Although he had already designated a crown prince, he did not relinquish much power.
So worse things happened.
He died on the battlefield, while the prince was directly killed in the East Palace.
Following this came the "Battle of the Three Kings," plunging the entire nation into turmoil. The three princes each claimed a territory, launching attacks against one another. During this time, Zhuang Chengqian, the prominent general stationed in the south, seized the opportunity to declare independence, establishing the State of Zhuang along the Qichang Mountain Range.
Yong Guo should have been a powerful entity encompassing the Qichang Mountain Range and three thousand miles of land from Zhuang Guo. If given sufficient time to integrate the northwestern region of Xi Jing, it could once again rival the strongest nations in the world.
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Unfortunately, due to the Three Kings Rebellion and Zhuang Chengqian's betrayal, his grand ambitions were dashed.
After the War of the Three Kings subsided, Yong Nation was unified again, but due to the unfavorable international situation, it was unable to regain the territory of Zhuang Nation.
Times change, and the present Yong Kingdom is a far cry from its former glory. But even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse; in the northwest of the Western Territory, it still commands some respect.
The Zhuang Kingdom has stood for over three hundred years now, its foundations firmly established, with its mountains and rivers remaining unchanged.
Besides occasionally provoking skirmishes on the border, Yong Guo could mostly only watch helplessly. After all, neither Zhuang Guo, who had long ago allied with Jing Guo, nor Jing Guo, who had broken Yong Guo's hegemony, wanted to see a dominant power like Yong Guo rise again.
Lingbei Prefecture, Canglin County, a picturesque small mountain.
A line of high disciples from the Qingyan Sword Sect rested here.
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Big brother Si Tu Jian was eloquently recounting the "secret news" of the martial world, his words captivating and intricate.
Do you know what...a man-demon is
All the junior brothers and sisters listened intently.
Sithu Jian's gaze swept across the most beautiful junior sister. Seeing her pale face, with a mix of fear and anticipation in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel even more energized.
"Look at the character 'magic'."
Si Tu Jian drew his sword and inscribed characters on the world. His movements were elegant and smooth, his voice low and resonant.
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"It is a ghost wearing sackcloth, it's a ghost that comes to take lives! And the demons among men are even more vicious and evil, ghosts among ghosts!"
It is said that the Nine Great Demons…
Si Tu Jian talked for a while, then suddenly asked: “Do you know who the Ninth Demon is”
“I know!” the younger sister said timidly, “The Heart-Eating Demon Bear was killed by Zhu Wei.”
Si Tu Jian frowned. For a prodigy like Zhu Weiyi, whose reputation could reach Yongguo, he, as a cultivator from Yongguo, naturally felt indifferent. But it wasn't about resentment either; he couldn't possibly be resentful.
“What is Xiong Wen” Situ Jian sneered, “He’s not even worthy of his name!”
The little apprentice twisted her own clothes corner: “But I heard he eats people…”
The moment those words "eat human hearts" came out, all the junior brothers and sisters present, who hadn't seen much blood, felt a little nervous.
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"He wasn't evil enough, nor strong enough. Dying under my gun is nothing to speak of." Situ Jian casually replied with a dismissive remark, then turned and said, "The ninth devil I'm talking about isn't him, but... the Hate-Heart Demon!"
"The Demon who hates people" One of the younger disciples couldn't help but speak, "Does he also eat human hearts"
Si Tu Jian glared at him unhappily. He was so clueless! I, the eldest brother of the Qingyan Sword Sect, don't have time to answer your questions, you smelly man! Wait for the younger sisters to ask!
But the problem had been raised, and the junior sisters’ inquiring gazes were all turned toward her.
While it is right to favor some over others, it's best not to make it too obvious.
"He doesn't eat human hearts," Situ Jian still managed to reply.
"But!" Si Tu Jian changed his tone. "He will first make people answer a question, then dig out their hearts to judge the truthfulness of their answers. In a sense, he is much more vicious than Xiong Wen. Because Xiong Wen loves to eat human hearts, killing and digging out hearts is somewhat justified. But the Hateful Heart Demon only wants to torment people."
The younger brothers and sisters all drew in a cold breath together, trembling before this terrible existence.
Si Tu Jian moved imperceptibly beside his junior sister, quite satisfied with the frightened and nervous looks of the disciples. This was exactly the effect he wanted. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that one person remained completely still.
Who is so bold
Sith Jianman nonchalantly glanced over, but was suddenly startled.
Because this person, he doesn't know at all!
Between the younger brothers and sisters sitting on the floor listening to the story, someone had appeared at some point, but they were oblivious to it!
And before he saw this person, none of those trembling junior and senior brothers and sisters had discovered it.
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“Who are you!” Situ Jian clenched his long sword and roared.
"Don't get nervous, keep going." the man said.
"Who are you!" Si Tu Jian shouted.
How could he not be nervous Sword energy surged on his sword, the sword techniques passed down from his master's lineage activated from within to without, but they couldn't give him any confidence at all.
His junior brothers and sisters all stood behind him. Although they were nervous and confused, their spirits were high, drawing their swords to face him... But this still couldn't give him the courage.
He strained to look at the man's face, which was plain for all to see, but he always overlooked every other detail, focusing only on those blood-red eyes!
"Who am I"
Those with blood-colored eyes seemed to be asking themselves something.
But he quickly found the answer, showing all his neatly aligned eight teeth and smiled: "Weren't you just talking about me"
Bing Bong!
This smile had a kind of savage, bloody feel to it.
Behind him, someone was so frightened that their sword flew from their hand and fell to the ground.
"Don't worry, don't worry, it's nothing serious."
The man's words sounded like comfort, but as he slowly rose to his feet, the fear in everyone’s eyes reached its peak.
"Damn you, demon!"
A younger disciple holds a sword before him.
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The longsword struck straight, like a blue flame flaring up, the tip of the sword blazing.
Sithu Jian didn't know why, his heart at this moment seemed to be empty, detached from those fears and anxieties. He even had the leisure to judge his junior brother's sword style.
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This sword is named "Ten Li Farewell".
The master said that when one reaches a high level of cultivation, the blue flame burns for ten miles.
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The apprentice's sword stance is very good, but the angle isn't quite refined. If it were me...
Sītú Jiàn's mind raced, his thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. He saw, as if in a trance, a hand suddenly appear in his field of vision, crushing the skull of his fellow disciple with ease.
The red and white splatter, some of it even splashed onto his face, was hot.
Next, he seemed to hear a scream, but it wasn't very clear.
He wasn't sure if those adorable junior sisters had screamed, or if those brave junior brothers had cursed.
There was only one sentence he would probably never forget.
"I have a question for you."
Someone with bloodshot eyes seemed to ask, "Am I a waste of space"
Sithu Jian was very vague.
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That should be the problem of a man possessed by hatred, but...who is being askede took place had been completely sealed off, and all evidence was preserved as much as possible. Because the strongest people in the Zhuang Kingdom were not currently in the capital, and the death of...