Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

If Cong Congqun could defeat these people, they wouldn't have come all the way from the west to the east.

The rats, trusting their old neighbor, fled without thinking when told to run. But when they reached the edge of the barrier and could no longer escape, they gradually calmed down.

However, calming down didn't help much.

Their old neighbor Congcong was equally strong; if the other side couldn't beat them, they naturally couldn't either.

Seeing how determined these seven people were to take their lives, both groups made a decision at the same time: they must protect their offspring.

Xiao Cheng was terrified by his mother's gaze, even more so than when the seven people were staring at him. His mother's usually gentle eyes were now filled with a sorrow he couldn't understand back then.

Xiao Cheng blurted out instinctively, "Mother."

His voice attracted the attention of the man in gray.

The man in gray looked over, first at his mother, then at Xiao Chengwang, and finally at his father who was holding them.

Finally, the gray-robed man turned his attention to Xiao Chengwang and laughed, “How interesting, that humans and demons can have offspring.” He said to the yellow-robed man beside him, “Yellow Robe, you should try it sometime when you have the chance.”

The man in yellow looked at the two tribes on the mountain and said with a sinister smile, "Thank you, Venerable One."

The yellow-clad man's laughter sent chills down the spines of the rats and the fur on their bodies, giving them the feeling that he would immediately use them for experiments.

The six men pounced on their prey like wolves, charging into the two tribes and making full use of their best skills.

The man in black spoke very little; he was like a lifeless piece of wood, leaving nothing but desolation in his wake.

The monsters killed by the man in black died extremely gruesome deaths; none of their bodies were intact, and all their blood had been drained before they died.

Some of the followers and rats thought it would be better to die at this person's hands than to fall into the hands of others.

The man in white was rather absurd. Each time, he would catch a few rats and swarms, and somehow he would control them, making them kill each other right before his eyes. Both tribes were furious, yet they couldn't harm a single hair on each other's heads.

The man in blue was equally terrifying; he seemed to regard this place as an execution ground on earth.

The man in blue placed the captured swarms of swarms and rats together and, as if conducting a trial in the human world, dealt with them one by one. Each swarm and rat suffered a different punishment, but all met the same tragic end.

The man in yellow was between Congcong and the rat, constantly waving his hands. Every time he waved his hands, smoke would billow out. Congcong and the rat, shrouded in this smoke, died in different ways.

Some would scream and suddenly tear open their own chests with their claws; others would kneel on the ground, weeping and muttering something before snapping their own necks. The ways in which these monsters died were bizarre and varied. Even more terrifying were those who couldn't control themselves and rushed towards their own kind. Like the man in black, they mercilessly tortured and killed their fellow monsters.

The man in blue did not participate in this one-sided massacre, but he took everything that both groups depended on for survival.

The man in purple stood obediently behind the man in gray, as if all of this had nothing to do with him. However, he held a magical artifact in his hand. The remaining members of the group, Congcong and Shu, understood what the man in gray had said: the man in purple was the culprit who had trapped them in place.

But what good was understanding? They couldn't even shake off the others, let alone harm the man in purple. They even had a feeling that the seemingly most agreeable man in gray was actually the one they least wanted to mess with.

Seeing that their tribe was dwindling, Congcong and the Rat made a decision.

They combined their strength and, with the combined power of both clans, managed to tear open a gap in the barrier created by the man in purple.

Although Xiao Chengwang was always protected by his father, he still managed to catch a glimpse of this bloody corner in the occasional gap. He was so frightened that he hugged his mother tightly. His gentle mother was also trembling, but she hugged him back tightly.

When the opening appeared, the father gave a forceful push, throwing Xiao Chengwang out. At that moment, the mother also loosened her grip on him and resolutely joined the father in pushing him.

"Ah Wang, don't turn around!"

Keep running!

"Don't seek revenge!"

"Live!"

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The mother's voice was more piercing than ever before; Xiao Chengwang had only ever heard such a sound when birds on the mountain lost their loved ones.

Xiao Cheng wiped away a tear. He didn't want to leave; he wanted to stay with his parents.

But the children around them were already fleeing in all directions. The opening that had let them out had been blocked by their parents with their own bodies to prevent the 'demonic cultivators' inside from escaping.

Xiao Cheng dared not stay any longer. He didn't know how long he had been running, nor did he know what had happened to his parents and clansmen. His tears disappeared into the wind without him realizing it.

From that day on, he lost contact with his friends.

Xiao Cheng wandered aimlessly day after day. He didn't know if those people would come after him, or if his friends had all run away, or if their people and parents were safe and sound.
Xiao Cheng was still wondering why those people were so heartless in hurting them.

This problem troubled Xiao Chengwang for a long time afterward.

At the moment, Xiao Chengwang couldn't think too much, because he hadn't eaten for many days and couldn't hold on any longer, so he collapsed to the ground.

When Xiao Chengwang woke up again, he was lying on a bamboo bed that smelled of fragrance.

Xiao Cheng stared blankly at the simple and elegant room, momentarily disoriented.

Upon hearing someone push the door open and enter, Xiao Cheng jumped out of bed like a startled bird.

At this moment, Xiao Chengwang finally realized that something was wrong.

Where's his tail?!
The person had already pushed the door open and entered. Before Xiao Cheng could think about the problem, he jumped towards the window next to the bed. Only after he jumped down and started running did he realize that his legs had not landed and that his neck was being strangled.

It looked up and saw a pair of smiling eyes looking right at it.

Looking into those eyes, Xiao Cheng seemed to see his mother, who was always waiting for him at the door.

"Good boy, why are you crying all of a sudden?" The man who was holding him was in his early forties. He patiently pulled him back and gently wiped away his tears, but the more he wiped, the more tears he shed.

The man simply stopped wiping, saying, "Since you want to cry, then cry your heart out. I'll talk to you after you've cried enough."

Xiao Chengwang didn't remember how long he cried, but when his tears dried, his vision was blurry.

The man then patted his son's head. "Child, can you tell me what happened?" (End of Chapter)