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Chapter 13: Assembly of the Unknown

Chapter 13: Assembly of the Unknown

Near the Herbs Valley, where Qing Chen used to bury all the waste, like leaves and herbs that had decayed, a little silver-fur creature was walking on its four legs and sniffing for something. As soon as it caught the scent, it started moving its front paws, and soon a little pit had started to form.

Just when it was about to achieve its goal, a voice sounded inside its brain. It shivered because the voice was a little too familiar. Its little eyes blinked with fear and anxiety of getting caught.

"Little Fur, bring me my clothes."

It recognized the voice as its owner, Qing Chen, but it looked around, and there was no Qing Chen here.

"Follow my scent and come here. With my clothes."

Again, the voice sounded inside its head. The little creature jumped up in the air from fright, but it still obeyed the orders.

The little creature knew that its owner was a hygiene devotee. So, it went towards the pond where it hunted fish and washed its paws to remove all the dirt.

Then it hopped back towards the direction of the eldest disciple's residence, fetched Qing Chen's clothes, and put them above its head. While balancing them, it sniffed its way to Qing Chen, who was within the forest. Qing Chen had already covered the forest with his divine soul, so no beast dared trouble Little Fur on its way to him.

Qing Chen took the white plain robes that Little Fur had brought him.

"My trust in you was not misplaced."

Qing Chen patted its little head.

"It feels nice."

Little Fur just stared at him with its small dark blue eyes blinking from time to time. It was understandable, as the current condition of Qing Chen—who was known as a hygiene devotee by the little creature—now looked no different from a beggar.

Qing Chen had worn the robe, but his appearance did not change.

He closed the Harmony Veil and suppressed his cultivation to a new realm: the Second Layer of the Energy Refinement Realm.

Rustle.

Just when he was about to go back to the Valley, Qing Chen felt that someone was walking towards him. Qing Chen did not hide because he felt that whoever was walking from the front had already locked onto him with their divine sense.

The most important thing was that the divine sense was a whole major realm weaker than his.

[Brutal Eruption]

Golden Core Ninth Layer

Harmony: 100

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"Are you a disciple of the Azure Sky Sect? No... If you are here, then it means you must be a disciple. But why are your clothes so plain? Has the Azure Sky Sect weakened to this degree?"

"Sir, shouldn't you introduce yourself first? Looking at how you are covered in a robe from head to toe, you must have infiltrated the sect by avoiding the guards at the entrance of the Outer Sect."

"You should be proud... becoming the first sacrifice for our great cause." The man had a crazed look in his eyes. Slowly, he took out a dagger from within his sleeve.

"W-Well, shouldn't I at least know for what great cause I am being sacrificed?" Qing Chen took a step back and hesitated as he asked, "Look, I am just a little Energy Refinement Realm cultivator, and believe me, my meat is not tasty and not tender enough."

"Blame your sect for making enemies with our organization." The figure said this and rushed towards him with great speed. Little Fur hid behind the bushes, poking its little head out from behind from time to time.

"Hehe... Same to you."

That was the last sound the person attacking Qing Chen heard before his world turned upside down. The sky became the ground; the ground became the sky.

Thud!

"What is my body doing there?" The person saw that his body was far away from his vision, and for the first time, he saw his body from his own eyes. Only then did he realize that his head had been severed from his neck.

The ground beneath the body and head opened its mouth and devoured them completely. It was Qing Chen who had used Verdant Soul Manifestation. As his mastery of this skill increased, he was able to manipulate nature more precisely than before. It was his first kill, but not the last. His hand, which had sliced through the neck of the attacker, had not a single drop of blood on it, but it was still shaking.

[+50 Harmony Points.]

Qing Chen did not know how to put this feeling into words. His hand was shaking, not from fear. His heart was beating fast, and the faint smell of blood in the air made his irises turn a shade red.

The Little Fur ran towards Qing Chen and rubbed its paw on his legs. That made Qing Chen return from his strange state.

"What happened? Was this what the records stated—'Bloodlust'? It was the first kill that decided whether you remained as a righteous cultivator or strayed away from the path of justice and drifted towards your demonic desires."

"Thanks, Little Fur." Qing Chen picked it up in his arms and swiped his hand over the soft fur.

"Oh, I forgot to search the body." But Qing Chen continued walking.

Who knows if I would be able to control my bloodlust again.

...

"Lord, I have already sent a Peak Golden Core Realm Cultivator to the Outer Sect to first test the waters."

"Hmm."

"In a month, the news should spread throughout the kingdom that the majority of outer sect disciples have been assassinated."

...

Qing Chen was writing a diary for the first time in his life in this world. As to always remain humble and know from where he had grown, a time ago he was also a powerless mortal, and for the world, he still was.

The whole page of the diary was in English, a language not used in this world. This world used a language named Oendan. It was difficult to even pronounce it.

After closing the diary, he walked outside his residence and started picking up herbs and closing the pits that Little Fur had dug open.

"Luckily, the attacker had met me." Qing Chen sighed, thinking that fate was at play. As soon as he reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, a person at the peak of the Golden Core Realm came flying towards him, and he had the experience of his first kill. If he had still stopped his cultivation for a few more days, he would have likely been killed today or in the future.

And who knew how many lives would have been lost like today if it had been someone else instead of him?

And how long the sect would have taken to notice this strange activity?

Qing Chen just shook his head and continued doing his work.

He was still too weak to understand the intricacies of fate. Maybe someday, when he was strong enough to adventure throughout this world unafraid, he might be able to delve deeper into the secrets of his transmigration and also this system.