Tan Ye looked at the two love birds.
I shouldn’t bother them…
“Here are the food and water. If you need me, just call me. I’ll be right behind the shack..”
“Master Tan Ye, thank you for all you’ve done.”
“Just focus on recovering...Wait, how were you so heavily injured?”
Hua Ming picked up a grape for Liu Chang to eat. She answered in his stead.
“It was bad luck. We met a Devil cultivator! All Devil Cultivators should just be erased from this world!” Her anger and malice towards devil cultivators was apparent.
“...he won’t be coming here right?”
Hua Ming paused for a second. “...I’m sorry for bothering Master Tan Ye. But please! Don’t chase us out!”
“I won’t. But you should think about how to deal with that devil cultivator. If he does come here, I won’t be able to help out…”
Tan Ye honestly told them how he felt.
At the very least, he felt they were good cultivators, and good people in general.
Gulp~
Liu Chang swallowed the food and nodded.
“I will make sure to not let the devil cultivator disturb master Tan Ye’s life, even at the cost of my life.”
Hua Ming looked at Liu Chang with a hint of helplessness.
“Well…That would be good.”
Tan Ye left after sensing the strange tense mood. He didn’t know what to say and staying would just make it more awkward.
Liu Chang looked at Hua Ming with a forced smile.
“Junior sister.”
Hua Ming looked at his pale face.
“Senior Brother, I’ll be by your side, through life and death.”
“....I see.” Liu Chang felt bitterness in his heart. To die is one thing, but to have his loved one follow his foolishness was another. Once again he put a forced smile.
“Junior Sister, I have a request.”
“Senior Brother, please speak.”
“When you go back to the sect, please tell the master that I failed him. Even a thousand deaths can’t repay his favor.”
Liu Chang shakily took out a silver winged medallion and placed it in her hands.
“W-what are you saying!? I said that I would–”
As she reacted, Hua Ming stood up. However unknowingly, her body started to feel tired and heavy as if she was about to fall asleep.
“This is the incense of Red Sleeping Powder. With this dosage you’ll wake up 2 days later.” He revealed a red powder in his hands.
“S-senior brother…”
“In here, I can sense that Master Tan Ye has a strong formation that won’t be broken by even those of the Boundless Immortal Stage. You’ll be safe here.”
“D-don’t!”
“Farewell…Junior Sister.”
Hua Ming's eyes closed as Liu Chang weakly strode to the door. As he touched the door, he could smell the scent of blood.
Liu Chang could stay inside this formation, but then it would bother Tan Ye according to his promise. This way, his junior sister would be able to survive.
CREAK~
The door opened. He kept walking forward. To the point when the shack could no longer be seen. Finally, Liu Chang stopped and looked up to the sky as he held his sword in his hand. His hair flowed through the air as he breathed in and out.
The tip of his sword faced the bloodlust he had been feeling.
“Devil Cultivator! Come out!”
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In the midst of the silence, a cackling laughter that sent chills to the spine roared out.
“If it isn’t the holy son of Cloud Sword Sect! How are you still alive after taking on my curse?”
“Hmph! How can I die before slicing off your neck!?”
“Pftt, hahaha! Truly the holy son. This is why I love hunting you people! Only the Sons and daughters of heaven are worthy of dying under my curse!”
“Enough talk!”
Liu Chang sprang into action. His moves flowing like the clouds in the sky. Formless and intangible. However unlike the clouds, it held a malice to slice!
The devil cultivator was skillfully dodging each strike just before they hit him. A smile showed on his scared face.
“Hahaha! The curse must be wearing you down! All I need to do is stall you till it takes you down!”
Liu Chang didn’t stop to talk anymore. He would burn his life energy and extend any amount of time in order to kill this devil.
On the contrary, the devil cultivator kept mocking Liu Chang.
“To die so young! Ah right~ where was the little girl that was with you!?”
The devil cultivators twisted smile widened.
“I’ll play with her after you!”
Liu Chang broke his concentration.
“You bastard!!”
With a fierce swing, it cut through the devil cultivators arm, completely severing it. However he had used it as a opening in order to strike Liu Chang in the right lung.
“GAH!”
Blood rushed through his throat and out his mouth. Veins appeared on his forehead as sweat dripped down.
“Hahaha! You sons of heavens are so delicious! So brilliant! Sooo…Naive, Hahahaha!”
The devil cultivator slowly drew out his blade.
“Got you!”
Liu Chang grabbed on the blade and refused to let go. His hand bleeding profusely.
“Y-you!”
With a swing of his sword, Liu Chang severed the neck of the devil cultivator.
PLop.
The head dropped down and tumbled. The body fell to its knees.
Breathing heavily Liu Chang fell on his back. His vision was almost completely black. As he looked towards the sky he felt that he was seeing his life past through his eyes.
From the time his master accepted him, when he met his junior sister, to becoming the Holy son of the Cloud Sword Sect.
It was a long and lovely adventure. But it was the time to end it.
However he had no regrets. He had killed one of the 7 devils, Shen Zhu in his dying breath.
Now his Junior sister-
“Ah, are you dead?”
“!”
Hearing this voice, his eyes jolted open. However his body couldn’t move after the strain he had put it through.
Move! Move!
The head of the Shen Zhu spoke out mocking him.
“Aiyah~ you were so close! So so close!”
The body held the head in its hand. As it repositioned the head on its neck, it recovered.
“How foolish of you to think you could have killed me. My disciple will take my place on the way to hell. Huaha, you can meet him there later.”
CRACK, CrACK.
He cracked his neck left and right. Then he knelt right in front Lui Chang, his face inches away.
“I’m right here, c’mon. Slice it! Why don’t you slice it, you trash!? Hahaha!”
No matter how much Liu Chang was trying to move, his body couldn’t. All he could do was stare at Shen Zhu even though just one more move could finish him off! Veins rushed to his forehead and his eyes were bleeding out in rage.
Slap, slap.
“Just stay here like a good little boy. I still have to find your companion, right? HAHAHHAHA.”
His voice cackled throughout the forest.
Liu Chang bite off the neck of the devil cultivator.
Move! MOVE!
However no matter how much he bit down his teeth, nor stared daggers, he was unable to do anything.
Step.
Shen Zhu followed his traces to the shack one step at a time.
Step.
The sounds to Liu Chang were getting farther and farther away.
Was he meant to lay there helpless as the Devil cultivator had his way?
MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!!!!!
CRACK!
The devil cultivator stopped in his tracks. He sideeyed towards his back, no longer smiling.
“You…how are you still alive?”
Liu Chang was all battered, bloody and dirty. His now White clothes now becoming bright red. The aura surround Liu Chang began to change from a fluid blue to a sharp blood red hue. His black hair and eyes also changed colors.
“Ah~ I see you’ve turned…” A new smile formed on his face. “You’ve turned to a devil haven’t you!? HAHAAHHAHA! You’re the best! The BEST! I haven’t had this much fun for centuries!”
“ROAAAAAARRR!!!”
An inhuman roar came from within Liu Chang. The only thing left there, was a killing machine. The bane of all cultivators. Without mind, without dao, without purpose.
Only killing.
Tan Ye walked out of his shed and looked towards the sounds as he placed the half done wooden sculpture down. His eyes showed worry and concern.
“Damn it…I can’t concentrate like this…”
He decided then.
Lets run!
He planned to give up this shack and just pack the essentials.
Walking out, he left his shed, leaving behind only the scraps of an incomplete wooden statue.
Unbeknownst to him.
In the dark shed. Countless wooden sculpture stacked on the shelves were shaking about.
“Master is worried!” A feminine voice rang out in concern.
“Who will go!? Who will go!?” A childish voice questioned.
“Ah! Shut up!”
An arrogant voice calmed the statues.
“Of course I will go.”
The finest most exquisite wooden statue spoke. The face was devilishly handsome as it sat on a throne like a king. A spirit seemed to separate itself from the statue and had flesh and bones.
“Any filth that opposes the master, will be shown no mercy.”