“…”
Straightening his legs, Long Hua sweeps a gaze around the area.
Blood has thoroughly stained the dirt black, as incomplete corpses litter the vicinity.
Breaking the silence, Ye Chen asks—
“Surnamed Long, just what are you doing?”
“Slaughtering, butchering, does it matter what it’s called?”
“You’re free to do that to these Immortals, but why bother to drag that little girl into it as well?”
Shrugging a shoulder, Long Hua replies—
“Someone who can’t kill enemies is only a deadweight. If she wants to survive, it’s only proper for her to get used to violence.”
Making something up on the spot, Long Hua adds—
“Had she been able to fight, her squad mates might still be around.”
“…Ai.”
Unable to argue with this logic, Ye Chen could only sigh.
“…”
Just as one of the members of the Ashen River Hall is about to reach for a storage pouch, Long Hua says—
“My kills, my spoils.”
“…”
Hearing this, the member of the hall freezes.
Having witnessed Long Hua’s ability to slaughter so many practitioners, not a single person would want to make an enemy out of him.
“Ancestor, I’ll collect them for you.”
“Mm.”
Turning to Long Hua with a hint of respect in his red eyes, Shao Tianming remarks—
“Long-laoban, a person like you is much more suited to the inner domain than here.”
“Not interested.”
Glancing at Tian Cheng, Long Hua says—
“Get her back into the tent and cleaned up.”
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“Understood.”
Picking Yao Ying up like a luggage, Tian Cheng returns to the tent with her in hand.
“…”
Looking down at his dress shirt and the rest of his attire that is also covered in plenty of blood, Long Hua distances himself from the others—intent on using dirt removal magic to cleanse himself.
“…Ai.”
Glancing at Long Hua’s departing back, Hui’er raises a sigh. This person truly isn’t the “Long Hua” from her memories.
“Ai…”
Sighing as well, Zhang Yong has the same thoughts in mind; and thinking back to when he first met this Long Hua, he can’t help but compare these corpses to his battered self—after receiving a beating from the latter.
(I could have ended up like these Immortals…)
………
Within the tent, Tian Cheng sets Yao Ying down, and asks—
“Are you able to cast dirt removal magic?”
“…Un.”
Nodding her head, Yao Ying cleanses the blood off her clothes, and upon doing so, she falls onto her knees, to which, Tian Cheng advises—
“Breathe. Once you’ve regained your composure, rotate that incantation.”
Breathing through her mouth, Yao Ying gradually settles her chaotic state of mind.
With how much blood and gore she had seen just a moment ago, she feels like her act of offing Xia Ri’er had been a complete joke compared to it.
(…The path that I’m taking—it will be similar to that. …I need to get used to this as soon as possible. Next time… I have to be able to stab the knife down myself.)
Seeing the gleam in Yao Ying’s pale purple eyes, the Tai Xuan Emperor raises an eye within the dreamscape.
………
Making sure that there isn’t anyone around through his divine senses, Long Hua removes the blood from his clothes.
“…”
Glancing to the side—to see a statue of Lord Tian She Zi, Long Hua can’t help but frown.
The gender model of this statue is a woman, who is holding a staff in her right hand.
It’s unclear as to why, but whenever Long Hua sees these statues, his mood would always lean towards irritation as an instinctive response.
(…They say that people hate the sound of their own voice when listened through a recorder, maybe what I’m feeling is similar to that?)
Thinking of it in this manner, Long Hua finds the situation even stranger; and rather quickly, he connects this oddity to—
(…Don’t tell me these statues have something to do with that unpleasant bastard?)
Clenching his fists at the thought of this, Long Hua resisted the urge to smash the statue in front of him.
“Ai…”
Relaxing his fists, Long Hua shakes his head.
Seating himself against the trunk of a tree, and waiting for time to pass before heading back, Long Hua takes out his calabash and downs a drink.
“Odd to see you with a face like that, my dearest.”
“…?”
Turning his head to the right, Long Hua sees a crimson-haired figure seated beside him, to which, he asks—
“…Surnamed Wu, why are you here?”
Just as Long Hua is about to take another drink, Wu Xiao steals the calabash away from him, and takes a drink herself.
“Mm, not bad.”
Snatching the calabash back, Long Hua wipes the item’s lips, and downs a mouthful.
“So, your answer?”
“Hmm, because I miss you? Fill this for me.”
Answering as such, Wu Xiao takes out a cup, and leans it towards Long Hua.
Filling the cup, Long Hua asks—
“When did you place a marker on me?”
“I didn’t. Bai Wen has that jade slip, right? I borrowed it from him.”
“…”
Recalling that matter, Long Hua frowns. Momentarily, he asks—
“What do you know about this Lord Tian She Zi?”
Sipping some wine, Wu Xiao contemplates for a bit before answering—
“Not much. However, it seems to be a deity that is worshipped in abundance during ancient times.”
“…Ancient times of where exactly?”
“The Everlasting Spirit Realm and the star regions near it.”
“…?”
“Supposedly, it’s a name or alias given to a person, who is supposed to act as the messenger of god.”