Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1862 He is eroding your will
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As he passed by Chen Mu, Chen Mu frowned and looked at him with a complicated expression: "Sixth Brother, something's wrong with you."

Chen Xiaojun paused almost imperceptibly, without turning around or explaining, simply saying calmly, "You continue. Xiao San, come to my place after this is over."

His voice was devoid of any emotion as he stepped out of the courtyard and disappeared into the shadows of the dimly lit corridor.

The heavy iron gate slowly closed behind him, shutting out the hundreds of terrified gazes from inside the courtyard.

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On his way back to his courtyard, Chen Xiaojun's steps remained steady, but the deep concentration between his brows lingered.

Only his lonely footsteps echoed in the corridor, making it seem exceptionally empty.

He knew that Chen Mu was right.

No, something is very wrong.

Looking back, he had only killed people in three wars in his life. Whether it was the angry counterattack when the wolf bandits attacked the village, the life-and-death battle with the wolf bandits in Zhongnan Mountain, or the battle of breaking through enemy lines in Ironjaw Fortress, all of them were driven by a strong purpose: protection, revenge, and war.

The first two battles were against wolf bandits who were half-human and half-wolf.

Uh, add the Scythe Soul Saint Assassin, Crimson Soul Douluo Xiong Li, and Nether Dragon Douluo Yan Choulong, all of them were counter-kills.

He had never before felt such a cold, direct, and indifferent intent to kill over mere verbal provocation or group disturbances, let alone drawn his sword and beheaded someone without hesitation.

Based on his educational philosophy from his past life and his personality in this life, he has far too many ways to deal with someone like Sherry Luke.

Whether it was intimidating them with sword skills, explaining the consequences (such as a redemption strategy), having Chen Mu and Gu Yuanchao capture them according to the rules, or even crippling their cultivation before dealing with them... in any case, it should not have been that cold, swift, lifeless blue sword light.

That sudden, almost instinctive urge to "erasure," that extreme indifference to life, was by no means Chen Xiaojun's true nature.

Compared to the feelings of disgust and judgment that arose on the battlefield a few days ago, this time he was much more composed and natural.

He stopped, leaned against the cold, rough rock wall, raised his hand, and gently brushed his fingertips across his forehead.

Consciousness sank into that vast sea of ​​consciousness.

Above the sea of ​​consciousness, churning with waves of soul power, a cocoon of light radiating an ominous black and red glow pulsed slowly and eerily, flashing once more.

Looking at each of its flashes, one can see that there are subtle, almost imperceptible wisps of cold, violent, and destructive energy that silently seep out.

Chen Xiaojun's consciousness coalesced, resounding like thunder in the silent sea of ​​consciousness:
Is this your influence?

The black and red cocoon continued to flicker silently, its interwoven black and red light flashing uncertainly, neither acknowledging nor denying.

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He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed his turbulent emotions, and continued walking towards his temporary quiet room.

I pushed open the door; the room was empty.

He walked to the stone table and sat down. The Seven Killing Swords of the Underworld appeared, placed horizontally in front of his knees, the dark blue blade reflecting his slightly gloomy face. He did not light a lamp, letting the dimness envelop him, his mind replaying the cold decisiveness of the sword strike in the courtyard just now, and the strange pulse of the light cocoon in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Time passed in silence. After an unknown amount of time, light but slightly hurried footsteps came from outside the door, followed by a soft knock.

"Xiao Jun?" It was Ye Xiuxin's voice.

"Mother, come in," Chen Xiaojun replied.

Ye Xiuxin pushed open the door and entered, her gaze immediately falling on her son's face.

"Are you... alright?" She walked quickly closer, and before Chen Xiaojun could answer, she reached out her right hand and gently but firmly placed it on his wrist.

A gentle, pure, and vibrant soul force, like a warm current, probed into Chen Xiaojun's meridians, meticulously examining his blood circulation, soul force status, and possible internal injuries.

Chen Xiaojun did not move, quietly allowing his mother to investigate.

A moment later, Ye Xiuxin's brows furrowed even more as she placed her finger on Chen Xiaojun's brow—the Spiritual Insight Technique!
She slowly withdrew her hand, the emerald light at her fingertips dissipating, and said in a deep voice, "My body... is relatively stable. My blood and qi are a bit turbulent, and my soul power is slightly depleted, but there's nothing seriously wrong. The external injuries were also treated in time."

She paused. "Mother heard about what happened earlier. That person is nothing but a clown; there are countless ways to deal with him. That sword strike was too fast, too cold, too... indifferent. It didn't seem like a choice you made after careful consideration."

Chen Xiaojun felt a chill run down his spine; it seemed everyone had noticed his change.

He gently picked up the Seven Killings Sword of the Underworld Sea from his lap and placed it aside. Then, he took out the few dark red, irregularly edged crystal fragments from his storage soul tool. These were the ones Yuan Run had brought back from the slaughterhouse ruins, and handed them over.

"Mom, take a look at this."

Ye Xiuxin took the fragment, observed it intently, and a circle of emerald light once again swirled around her fingertips as she carefully examined the fragment's material and the energy it contained.

After a moment, she put down the fragments, the light at her fingertips dissipated, and she shook her head: "These fragments... are of mixed materials, containing chaotic blood energy and evil thoughts. They are 'blood crystals' forcibly condensed using some kind of evil magic. They belong to the Blood Desire Cult, don't they?"

"Although its energy is violent, the residual intensity of its intent is limited, making it more like an unconscious source of pollution. You mean it triggered the black and red cocoon of light in your brain, perhaps..."

She fixed her gaze firmly on Chen Xiaojun again, and said solemnly, "The problem isn't these fragments; they're just the surface. They don't have the power to change you. The real problem lies within yourself! It lies within that thing in your sea of ​​consciousness!"

"It's too strange." Ye Xiuxin said in a deep voice, "When I examined your body just now, although I couldn't penetrate your sea of ​​consciousness, I could vaguely sense a kind of... almost instinctive rejection and... greed?"

"It can actively absorb, or even 'devour', most of the negative energy from the outside world. Whether it is blood energy, resentment, killing intent, or dark soul power fluctuations, they all become nutrients for its growth. This in itself is terrifying enough."

She stood up, walked to Chen Xiaojun, and gently smoothed out non-existent wrinkles on his robes. Her movements were tender, but her eyes were extremely serious: "What's even more terrifying is that it seems... to be able to influence you, or rather, to mobilize your power!"

"Your Seven Kill Sword of the Underworld Sea, that martial spirit that inherently contains endless killing and corrosive intent, has an indescribable connection with it. The sword techniques you use that are terrifyingly powerful and stir up negative energy on the battlefield are certainly strong, but they must have also deepened your connection with it, allowing it to absorb more 'nourishment'."

“What just happened is proof!” Ye Xiuxin placed her hand on Chen Xiaojun’s shoulder. “Xiaojun, remember, you are His vessel, His nest. The more of His power you use, the deeper His penetration into you becomes.”

"Those terrifying sword techniques imbued with negative energy, while bringing power, also silently erode your will and influence your judgment. You must be wary and vigilant! Do not be misled by power and lose your true self!"

Chen Xiaojun remained silent. In his sea of ​​consciousness, the pulsation of the black and red cocoon of light seemed to become clearer.

(End of this chapter)