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Chapter 103 The Divine Power of the Unending Sword (Complete)! (Please Subscribe!)

It is still a village built against the mountain.

The autumn rains stopped, and it was just past 7 PM.

A pale autumn moon hung in the night sky, its cold light shining on the entire village, yet the village was eerily quiet.

There were no insects chirping, no birds singing, no dogs barking, not even human whispers or the wind blowing through the forest.

The entire village seemed to have been stripped of its rule of sound, eerily quiet, so quiet that it was terrifying.

The muddy ground in the village was illuminated by the cold moonlight, revealing pools of blood in the soft, dark mud.

Blood filled with filth and filth!

The filthy blood meandered along the muddy puddle, its sticky red color glaringly bright, giving it an indescribably eerie appearance under the pale moonlight.

The doors and windows of the scattered mud-brick and wooden houses in the village were half-closed, and there were some lights inside. On the wooden table in the main room, there were still steaming dishes, as if villagers had been eating just a moment ago. But strangely, there was no one in the entire village.

A hundred meters above the village, Zhao Zheng stood silently in the air, beside him the Tai'a Magic Sword, stained with a touch of blood.

He looked down at the pools of filthy blood in the village below with eyes so indifferent they were devoid of any emotion.

"The human world has become filthy again."

Zhao Zheng spoke, smelling the bloody stench, even more unpleasant than that of birds and beasts, emanating from the villagers.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and his gaze followed the sound to a boy not far away who was covering his mouth in horror.

The boy who discovered the tragic state of the village!

A child who looks about eleven or twelve years old!

"That would put me in a difficult position—"

Zhao Zheng sighed, watching the other party turn and run away in a panic. He turned around and his right sword finger twitched slightly!

Clang—

As the Tai'a Magic Sword, its blade glowing red from the heat of the blood, was drawn from its sheath, the filthy blood on the village ground below rose up in a rush, instantly transforming into countless blood-soaked swords that, along with the Tai'a Magic Sword, surged towards the boy.

There was still no movement; all that remained was a half-grown child, pierced by countless blood-red swords and reduced to a pool of filthy blood.

A child who also smells bad!

"Continue or just punish the ringleaders?"

Zhao Zheng, who had landed on the ground outside the village, reached out and caught the Tai'a sword. He fell into thought. Although the villagers who made a living by begging in this village were all gone.

But the evil they caused still remains!

It was thrown into the ground, bearing bitter fruit.

"continue----"

The thought only lasted a moment. Zhao Zheng made a decision in an instant. He took a step, and the filthy blood left by the Absolute Thoughtless Sword Divine Power instantly transformed into a dark red escape light at his feet, then dragged him to the next place.

To the average person, all they saw was a streak of blood-red light flashing across the sky. However, this was not Zhao Zheng's escape technique, but rather the Rainbow Transformation technique inherent in the Absolute Thoughts Without Interruption Sword Divine Power.

That is, the art of riding the clouds and mist!

Unlike Zhao Zheng's Great Five Elements Destruction Divine Light, which was the main force of destruction, the Absolute Thoughtless Sword Divine Power from the Blood Sea Sect contained many techniques, such as the current Rainbow Transformation Technique.

There was also the sword control technique just now, and the group attack technique where filthy blood turned into countless blood swords under Zhao Zheng's active control.

Unlike the supernatural powers of the righteous path, the supernatural powers of the Blood Sea Sect are ultimately demonic supernatural powers, which are about forging oneself by slaughtering all living beings.

Demons don't care what happens to others after they die. In their eyes, the world is just firewood, and all living beings are nothing more than human materials.

That's right, it's the material, the material of consumables!

Several hours later, at 1 a.m., in Haoren Village.

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Zhao Zheng landed in the village amidst the blood-red light, expressionless as he looked at the bandits who had stopped burning, killing, and looting because of his presence.

"Don't look at me, you guys continue!"

"This Daoist master—let's go now!"

A bandit leader, seemingly the leader, swallowed hard as he watched the filthy blood spread from Zhao Zheng's feet, covering an area of ​​a hundred meters in the blink of an eye, and continuing to spread outwards.

Twisted human faces and bloody arms are constantly emerging from the foul blood, accompanied by wailing and screaming.

"I told you to continue!"

Zhao Zheng frowned, and the filthy blood that had spread to the feet of the bandit leader swelled up, but there were no screams or wails.

All that could be seen was the bandit leader, who instantly turned from a man into a pool of blood after being splashed with filthy blood. Such a horrific scene caused the other bandits to scream in terror.

Some mounted their horses and ran, while others turned and fled, but these bandits were immediately covered by the rising filth and blood.

Screams rang out incessantly, along with screams of agony. Zhao Zheng frowned as he watched the bandits continue their burning, killing, and looting.

"You actually continued after I told you to?"

"Huh? I—"

The filthy blood rose and fell, and in just a few breaths, the dozen or so bandits were no longer troubled and were happily embraced by the Buddha.

The villagers stared wide-eyed, but they all covered their mouths tightly, afraid to make a sound, lest they offend Zhao Zheng, this evil Taoist.

But such people were not all; a woman holding a dead man was seen crying and glaring angrily at Zhao Zheng.

"You stinky Taoist priest, why didn't you come sooner? Waaah! If you had come sooner, my master wouldn't have died here—"

The woman's voice stopped abruptly as the pool of blood rose and covered the area. Zhao Zheng, expressionless, used his innate insightful eyes to observe the images flashing across the villagers' bodies.

With the increase in his spiritual cultivation, his innate ability to perceive reality—the ability to see without seeing or being seen—has become even stronger than before.

Now he can not only see ghosts, but also the ghosts in people's hearts. In other words, he can see the evil in people's hearts, that is, the evil causes and effects sown in the past.

It remained completely silent. Under the influence of the "Unbreakable Spirit" technique of the "Unbreakable Spirit Sword," Hao Rencun was completely still.

There was only the filthy blood that doubled in size in the blink of an eye, and the filthy blood that could cover an area of ​​three miles in radius.

The blood smelled terrible!

Zhao Zheng quietly watched as the filthy blood, which he had forcibly restrained in his palm with his words, was forcibly bound into a marble-sized ball.

Looking at the churning river of blood, faintly visible and filled with poisonous insects and creatures, Zhao Zheng thought for a moment and summoned the Dharma form of Mahakala, ignoring the pale and ugly face opposite him.

"have eaten."

As everyone knows, the Dharma Minister has no human rights. If the Dharma Minister wanted human rights, it wouldn't matter; he could just create another one who doesn't care about human rights.

As he spoke, Zhao Zheng threw it away. The Mahakala Tathagata, who could hear Zhao Zheng's thoughts, opened its blood-red bead with a look of fear in its eyes and eagerness on its face. Then it disappeared and began to digest the power contained within it.

"It's time to take care of the rest—"

Ignoring the villagers who were not dead but were unable to think due to the influence of the supernatural power, Zhao Zheng turned his gaze to some pitiful women who had been sold into the village.

And some pitiful yet hateful women!

Time flew by, and several hours later, as dawn broke, on August 31st, outside Chengshi Town, on the official road.

"Stop looking! I have plenty of maids at home!"

Zhao Zheng addressed the group of thirty-odd girls walking together ahead, then ignored them and led the remaining nine zombies to Li Family Village, two miles away.

The hometown of two walking corpses!

As for what to do with these girls, that's no longer Zhao Zheng's concern; he's already done what he was supposed to do.

He did things he shouldn't have done, such as giving money to the other party. To be honest, Zhao Zheng felt that he shouldn't have only focused on killing people at the time, but should have paid attention to gold, silver and other valuables.

"I'll definitely be more careful next time!"

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, then thought about the girls who wouldn't accept his help, and stopped thinking about it.

As for what happened to the girls who refused his help, he thought it best not to say.

Anyway, through tonight's trip, he witnessed the diversity and complexity of human races, and at the same time, he felt that humans were much scarier than ghosts.

Thinking about it, Zhao Zheng turned his head to look at a ghost staring at him in the woods by the roadside, and then tore his face.

Tear—

The human face peeled off, revealing a blurry mass of flesh and blood. The ghost in the roadside woods, who had been looking on with curiosity, jumped up in horror and screamed.

"A ghost!"

With a squeak, the ghost was scared away by Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng pressed his face back against the ghost and muttered, "See? Humans are much scarier than ghosts—"

It's not that Zhao Zheng has no shame; quite the opposite, it's because he has too many faces. It's because of his innate ability to be multifaceted that he can tear off this mask.

"By the way, where will Master Yan's next opportunity lie?"

Zhao Zheng took out his magic stick, tied the Three Pure Ones Bell to it, and walked towards Li Family Village while using his Thousand Faces talent to sense Master Yan's next opportunity.

"Another dilapidated temple—by the way, can we make a deal? You can let me integrate all of Master Yan's fortuitous encounters. I want to know the whereabouts of the First Mountain Copper!"

Zhao Zheng silently asked his innate talent, the Thousand Faces, about the whereabouts of the First Mountain Copper. He wanted to pinpoint that future.

He didn't want to stay in this world full of suffering anymore; he felt that if he stayed any longer, he would eventually become like those people.

The genius remained silent, but Zhao Zheng noticed that his opportunities were beginning to change. In other words...

He was somewhat like an incompetent husband, willing but unable to do anything, and as slow as an old man crossing the street, making Zhao Zheng want to kick him to speed things up.

If all else fails, you can get a membership!

"Fine, slow is fine, as long as it works—Shuai, okay, okay, I understand, that's settled—"

Zhao Zheng silently sensed that the opportunity conveyed by the Thousand Faces talent was insufficient to completely replace the whereabouts of the First Mountain Copper. After thinking for a moment, he continued.

"Not even a little bit? Even if it can't bring me the exact location of the First Mountain Copper, anything related to it will do!"

The answer from the Thousand Faces Talent was yes, which pleased Zhao Zheng greatly. He immediately closed the grudge notebook that had been flipped to page seventy-two in his mind.

"Hmm? You broke through?"

Sensing the invisible changes, Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow and looked at the Dao Realm section of the Life's Many Aspects panel, where he had progressed from the mid-stage of Refining Essence into Qi to the late-stage of Refining Essence into Qi.

"Not bad, not bad. No wonder people say demonic cultivators cultivate quickly. By the way, should I continue to act on behalf of Heaven?"

Zhao Zheng knew that his breakthrough was due to the fact that his Great Black Heaven Tathagata had completely devoured the power in the filthy blood bead.

However, after thinking about the issue of acting on behalf of Heaven, he decided to forget about it. Although Fu Lu Shou lived near his house, he couldn't stop him from killing people all the time.

Putting those thoughts aside, Zhao Zheng looked at the panel depicting the myriad aspects of life.

A Portrait of Life

[Photo by: Zhao Zheng]

Age: 18

[Sect: Maoshan Seventy-Two Temples - Zuowang Temple]

[Record: The True Text of the Primordial Emperor's Chaotic Ancestor]

[Rank/Class Status: Pending Trigger]

[Constitution: Innate Yin-Yang Five Elements Daoist Body, Sacred Embryo]

[Talent: Thousand Faces]

[Status: Rising above the mud, yet remaining unstained]

[Dao Realm: Refining Essence into Qi (Late Stage)]

[Martial Realm: Late Ninth Rank (Late Skin Refining)]

[Cultivation Method: The Sutra of Salvation from the Absence of All Phenomena (Completed)]

[Supernatural Power: Unending Sword of Despair - Remnant (Perfect)]

[Sword Intent: Ruthless Sword Intent: 20%——]

Skill Points: 7

I forgot to mention that when Xiulian's painting was completed, it also provided him with one skill point, so he originally had a total of six skill points.

He had spent some skill points to perfect the "Myriad Forms of No Salvation Sutra," leaving him with five points, but—

His knife attack last night gave him two more skill points, bringing his total to seven skill points.

Furthermore, he had even perfected the incomplete version of the Unending Sword Divine Power, which was quite strange, considering he hadn't used any skill points last night!

"Speaking of which, if I really become a demon, will I become the demon of demons, the overlord of demons, and then replace—still a demon!"

Zhao Zheng shut up and stopped talking. He didn't want to think about anything about replacing the original painting anymore because he suddenly saw thunder in the sky.

Moreover, his intuition told him that as long as he dared to continue thinking, the lightning bolt from the sky would strike him.

The kind that's 80% cooked!

Not wanting to smell the aroma of his own flesh, nor wanting to test the power of heavenly lightning, Zhao Zheng put aside his thoughts and continued to drive the corpses.

Two miles is not a long distance, but because the zombies were too slow, Zhao Zheng didn't arrive at Li Family Village until it was completely light, which was seven o'clock in the morning.

As soon as he entered the village, just like before, before he could even ask anything, villagers approached him from afar, asking if Zhang Erhu and Zhang Ergou had returned. Zhao Zheng replied that they had.

"It really is Erhu and his friend. Well then—go back to where you came from." The villager who spoke was an old man.

"???"

No, are you sure you didn't say something wrong?

A series of question marks appeared in Zhao Zheng's mind. After a while, the three villagers explained one after another.

Zhao Zheng understood. The old man said to go back to where they came from mainly because Zhang Erhu and his companion's home was gone.

As fate would have it, the news of the Erhu brothers' deaths had just arrived when their last remaining relative, their elderly father, died on the way to a hunt, his body almost completely mutilated.

Zhao Zheng frowned and asked.

"What about their relatives?"

"This is Lijia Village!"

The old man who was speaking said something, and the other two villagers continued to explain, saying that Erhu's family had only moved here a couple of years ago and that they didn't have a good relationship with the other villagers.

They had already done more than enough by burying Erhu's father, and they wanted them to help bury Erhu and his son as well.

Two words: Hehe.

Well, so it turns out that transporting corpses can actually be unprofitable!

Zhao Zheng was speechless and too lazy to ask meaningless questions such as who would pay for the corpse transport fee. He directly asked where Er Gou's father was buried.

"Look, where is it? The newest mound halfway up the mountain is it—" the old man said, pointing to the hillside not far away.

Thank you!

Zhao Zheng clasped his hands in thanks, then turned and shook the Three Pure Ones Bell, leading Daoist Yan and the other walking corpses toward the mountainside not far away.

The old man was taken aback and said, "Are you planning to bury them? Hey, if you ask me, you should just find a place and dump them—"

"Exactly, why do something so thankless? Besides, they're all alone now, no one's going to take care of them anyway—"

"Yes, Taoist priest, you can just find a forest and dump them there. Anyway, there have been bears roaming the mountains lately—"

Zhao Zheng ignored what the three old men were saying, because he couldn't bring himself to abandon their bodies in the wilderness.

After arriving at the mountain, he simply placed the zombies in the hunter's hut, affixed invisibility talismans to them, set up an array, and then led Zhang Erhu and the other two zombies to the mountainside.

"By the way, I'm losing money on this deal, so don't expect me to perform any rituals for you. Let's keep it simple!"

Zhao Zheng turned to the two corpses, Zhang Erhu and the other two, and said something. Looking at the two corpses who were not speaking, he felt that they should agree.

After a while, Zhao Zheng, who had reached the woods halfway up the mountain, stopped and picked up a piece of hand bone from the ground with a blank expression.

"Well, so it seems we should just bury it nearby!"

Zhao Zheng looked at the hand bone in his hand, which he was certain was Erhu's father's, and walked toward the mound not far away, but he hadn't taken more than two steps.

He raised an eyebrow at the finger bone that had suddenly broken off and fallen to the ground. As the finger bone hit the ground, a strong wind suddenly rose, blowing it two or three meters before it came to a stop.

Zhao Zheng looked thoughtfully at the large tree that the fingertip was pointing at, then flicked his finger, and a wisp of sword energy exploded the soil at the base of the tree.

Before long, a gold ingot appeared in his hand, weighing about two taels, which, according to the current exchange rate, was equivalent to about twenty-eight silver dollars.

"Is this a case of good deeds being rewarded?"

Zhao Zheng asked a question, but Erhu and the other two remained silent, which made him feel unmotivated. He said, "That's a bit much. How about this, I'll perform a ritual for the three of you—"

Although it wasn't much and not enough to cover the cost of the ritual, he figured he might as well do a good deed since the other party hadn't made him lose money, and he could set the price for the ritual himself anyway.

The ritual ended two hours later.

"Let's try to be father and son again in the next life—"

Zhao Zheng stood in front of the three graves, one large and two small, said something, packed his things and left. But before leaving, he took a piece of dead wood, rubbed it into a tombstone, and stuck it in front of the grave.

"Alright, see you in the next life—"

Zhao Zheng waved to the three illusory ghostly figures bowing to him under the locust tree in the distance and left. However, he did not return to the wooden house, but instead searched for possible bears in the mountains.

Or rather, his mount that he accidentally lost when he was a child!

While the bear mount remained undiscovered, Daoist Tianyi, whose expression was rather unpleasant, did manage to find him. He had located him using a telepathic communication technique and then inquired about the events of the previous night.

Honestly, I hate being monitored!

Sitting by the stream, Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, but he didn't feel any disgust. This wasn't because of his talent for sacrificing himself.

Rather, he knew that Master Tianyi used the Heavenly Secrets Technique to calculate his fate because he was worried about his safety. After thinking it over, Zhao Zheng began to recount what had happened last night, and also mentioned the Absolute Thoughts Unbreakable Sword Divine Power he had obtained from doing good deeds.

"—Uncle-Master, I feel my talent in demonic cultivation is truly exceptional; I mastered this divine ability in just one glance!"

"----really!"

Master Tianyi's lips twitched as he remotely flipped through the incomplete manual of the Absolute Thoughts Without Interruption Sword Divine Power via the water curtain, though to be honest, he didn't understand it.

I don't understand how this thing was mastered, not to mention that this supernatural power is only at the first level.

The outline of this supernatural power was almost completely missing, yet Zhao Zheng had actually mastered it, which he couldn't understand.

Moreover, he couldn't understand why Zhao Zheng was completely unharmed. Looking at Zhao Zheng, whose face was normal and showed no signs of demonic possession, he felt that he was about to become a demon himself.

Suppressing the pain in his heart, Daoist Tianyi slowly spoke: "Whether it's the demonic path or the righteous path, they are all the same Dao—"

As he spoke, Daoist Tianyi paused, and with Zhao Zheng's disapproval, Daoist Tianyi continued, "—However, the demonic path is ultimately not the righteous path, and you are a disciple of my Maoshan Sect—"

Master Tianyi gave Zhao Zheng a long lecture, and Zhao Zheng nodded throughout to show that he understood. Master Tianyi breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, you went too far in what you did in those villages—" Master Tianyi continued to admonish, firstly criticizing Zhao Zheng for killing too many people and incurring too much karmic burden, and secondly—

"Remember to cover your face next time. If you do this again, I'm afraid my fellow practitioners will hunt you down next time—" Master Tianyi said speechlessly.

His expression wasn't good when he contacted Zhao Zheng because Zhao Zheng had committed too many killings the night before.

He was so impressed that he thought Zhao Zheng had stopped pretending!

Yes, he still suspects that Zhao Zheng might have become possessed by a demon!

"???"

Zhao Zheng slowly typed out a series of question marks. He didn't mean anything by it, but he just felt that these words didn't sound like something his martial uncle would say.

"—Who hasn't been young and passionate?"

Knowing roughly what Zhao Zheng was thinking, Daoist Tianyi pursed his lips and said something, then chatted with Zhao Zheng for a while longer.

He explained the importance of using the Absolute Thoughts Without Interruption Sword technique with caution, as well as other matters, or rather, he asked Zhao Zheng about his recent experiences.

Zhao Zheng was too lazy to hide anything and told him directly about the Huo family in Huojia Town and the monk Jueyuan. Tianyi Daoist's expression was complicated, and he didn't say anything for a moment.

"Uncle-Master, you brought me the Life-Weaving Spider. I have a feeling someone is plotting against me!"

Seeing that Daoist Tianyi was lost in memories, seemingly touched upon some past event, Zhao Zheng seized the opportunity to speak.

"it is good."

Master Tianyi responded and subconsciously sent the Life-Weaving Spider to Zhao Zheng using the Thousand-Mile Teleportation Technique. But after sending it, he froze and looked at Zhao Zheng speechlessly.

"Goodbye, Martial Uncle!"

Zhao Zheng, who was holding the Life-Weaving Spider, chuckled and severed the water barrier of the Thousand-Mile Transmission Technique. He then spoke to the Life-Weaving Spider.

"Hurry up and cover up the secret for me, or I'll fry you up, the kind of deep-frying you, you know?"

After threatening her, Zhao Zheng tied a magic rope, as thin as a hair, to the Life-Weaving Spider, which he had obtained from a fellow practitioner.

There was nothing he could do; the Spider of Fate hadn't fully recalled its memories of him yet, and he was afraid that his pet Spider of Fate would suddenly run away.

Then it was abandoned for another ten years or so!

Watching the Life-Weaving Spider obediently climb onto his head and begin weaving its illusory web, Zhao Zheng subconsciously ignored the spider's reluctance and nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right, that's my good pet!"

As he spoke, Zhao Zheng tied the other end of the magic rope to his waist inside his Taoist robe, facing the Life-Weaving Spider that was weaving an illusory spider web behind his head.

"Just lie here and block out the secrets of heaven."

Zhao Zheng patted his left shoulder to indicate that the other party should understand, before continuing to search for his mount, the bear.

As for what he just told Master Tianyi about someone plotting against him, he was naturally referring to Master Tianyi, who was spying on him using divination techniques.

Therefore, he obtained the Life-Weaving Spider, which could not only create illusions with a single word but also shield others from prying into its secrets with celestial techniques.

Yes, the Life-Weaving Spider also possesses the ability to shield celestial secrets. After all, it is a famous celestial beast among the wonders of heaven and earth, and it is impossible for it to only be able to weave an illusion. The Life-Weaving Spider also has the ability to shield celestial secrets and deduce celestial secrets.

And so, the man and the spider began searching for the bear in the mountains. They didn't find the bear, but Zhao Zheng did catch two little white rabbits.

"Little white rabbit, white and white, cut it and move—"

Zhao Zheng, who was carrying two little white rabbits, stopped reciting his nursery rhyme, mainly because a little girl appeared in front of him.

A little girl with an ethereal, dreamlike appearance!

What a mischievous girl!

"What's up?"

"Uncle, can you see my head?!"

The little girl grinned, revealing a strange smile, then her head suddenly fell off, rolling to Zhao Zheng's feet, where it continued to maintain its eerie smile.

Zhao Zheng pursed his lips, glanced at the Taoist robe he was wearing, and grinned, revealing his jagged, white, and dense teeth.

"Uncle didn't see her. By the way, did you see my little cook?" Zhao Zheng asked back as his face peeled off, revealing a blurry, bloody mess of flesh.

"???,!!!"

Outside the hunter's cabin.

The little devil squatted angrily in the shade of a big tree, roasting two rabbits while muttering curses under her breath.

Are you insulting me?

Zhao Zheng's voice suddenly rang out, startling the little ghost girl so much that she instantly stood at attention, shook her head, and fell to the ground.

"No, no—"

"Oh, I don't believe it!"

Zhao Zheng shook his head. He didn't mean anything by it, because when he cursed others, he acted like Gui Yatou, and Gui Yatou couldn't fool him.

""

"Alright, pick your head up. And don't scare people like that again, or I'll roast you and eat you!"

Zhao Zheng kicked the girl's head away. After waiting for a long time without getting a reply, he kicked her body aside.

A few minutes later, the little devil with footprints on her face returned, her teeth clenched, clutching her head. Zhao Zheng, who was roasting a rabbit, looked on in surprise.

Why aren't you running?

"————"

The little ghost didn't want to speak, but just glanced expressionlessly at the skeleton surrounded by talismans under the big tree.

Her remains!

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore, here you go."

Zhao Zheng picked up a rabbit—torn it in half—and finally gave the little devil a rabbit leg the size of a chicken leg.

A rabbit leg the size of a chicken leg!

"Thanks----"

The little devil thanked her reluctantly, took the rabbit leg, and began to eat it in the manner of a ghost, commonly known as "smelling it."

Zhao Zheng once asked his master about eating, and his master replied that ghosts usually eat by smell.

It's no ordinary ghost; it eats like a human.

"Come on, tell me your story—"

Zhao Zheng asked, and the little devil was initially a bit reluctant, but she still told him. Anyway, after he kicked her twice, she obediently began to tell the story.

The story is simple: decades ago, when Gui Yatou and her family were passing through this mountain, they were robbed by bandits. During the struggle, she was beheaded and died.

"good----"

Zhao Zheng offered his comment, which startled the girl who was immersed in her pain. She then glared at Zhao Zheng.

"Still glaring?"

Zhao Zheng raised his hand, looking at the ghost girl who had immediately crouched down with her head in her hands in fright. He then looked at the ghost girl's skeleton.

"Your parents aren't dead?"

"----Um."

The girl, who had been crouching with her head in her hands, remained silent for a moment before responding. Zhao Zheng remained silent for a while, then looked at the rabbit meat he had eaten two bites of and handed the other one to the girl.

"Eat up, I'll arrange for you to be reincarnated later—"

"No, I want to wait for my parents to come back!"

The little devil retreated in shock, like a cat with its fur standing on end. Zhao Zheng turned and patted the Life-Weaving Spider that was still lying stupidly on his shoulder.

"What are you standing there for? Start making things up! Deduce the secrets of heaven!"

Ignoring the rage in the eight compound eyes of the Life-Weaving Spider and the girl's confusion, the Life-Weaving Spider swiftly appeared on the girl's head and began weaving its web.

As soon as the spider web appeared, Zhao Zheng frowned. He didn't mean anything by it; he just didn't understand what the spider web woven by the Weaver Spider meant.

"Why do I feel like you're deliberately making things difficult for me?"

Zhao Zheng looked at the mocking smile in the eight compound eyes of the Weaver Spider with a puzzled expression, and took out a foreign racket from the space of the Five-Colored Divine Light Pearl with his right hand.

Just as the Beast Taming Technique was about to be activated, Zhao Zheng suddenly understood the meaning of the spider web, which made him say "Come back" with satisfaction.

pop~

"!!!"

The little devil stared wide-eyed at the Spider of Fate who had been sent flying by Zhao Zheng's paddle, landing belly-up on the field.

In an instant, it resumed its crouching posture with its head in its hands!

"Your parents are already dead. Don't wait any longer. I'll arrange for you to be reincarnated soon, so you can be reborn as a human as soon as possible—" Zhao Zheng said.

"Impossible! My parents must still be alive. They will definitely come back for me, they will definitely come back for me—"

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*Snap* "They'll definitely come back—"

*Snap* "They'll definitely come back—"

*Smack!* "Waaaaahh ...

The sound of crying echoed through the woods, and finally disappeared after Zhao Zheng pulled out a handful of candy. A while later...

The little devil has disappeared too!

They were taken away by the underworld officials of this place!

Behind the hunter's hut, Zhao Zheng stared expressionlessly at the new mound. He turned to look at the Life-Weaving Spider, who was patting his shoulder with its many legs.

"Why are you looking at me? I, Zhao Zheng, never lie!"

Anyway, it was Zhao Zheng who lied, what does it have to do with Zhao Zheng? Besides, Zhao Zheng didn't lie at all.

On the third day of the eighth lunar month, at night, the moon was bright and the stars were few. It was a few miles outside Tianjia Town on the official road.

"Are you sure there'll be a caravan coming? But I haven't seen a single one. Hmm? How long is your wait?"

A man dressed in a blue Taoist robe, handsome, elegant, and highly talented—

The Taoist priest, described as having eight dou of talent, resembling Pan An, possessing a dignified and imposing physique, and being exceptionally talented and handsome, asked a spider bearing a Bagua pattern on its back, which was perched on his shoulder.

"Oh, your wait is 45 minutes!"

pop~

After the Beast Taming Technique, the Taoist, Zhao Zheng, looked at the Life-Weaving Spider, which had gradually remembered its master and had climbed back onto his shoulder, and said with satisfaction.

"Next time, please specify the time clearly, okay? That's good. Hey, I've noticed you seem to have shrunk even more since yesterday!"

Zhao Zheng looked at the Life-Weaving Spider, which had grown from the size of a toad to half the size of a toad in just three days, with a strange expression. Unfortunately, the Life-Weaving Spider itself couldn't understand what was going on, which made him think it was quite useless.

"Don't you have any bloodline memories or inheritances?" Zhao Zheng asked in a low voice. Upon learning that he didn't, he cursed him as a piece of trash.

Then he looked at the silent, obedient walking corpse Master Yan behind him, who stood straight and looked completely docile, and felt that he was worse than a corpse.

As for the other walking corpses, he had sent them all away in the past three days, and now only Master Yan, who had returned to the hall, remained.

It's quite a coincidence that the location of Master Yan's shrine seems to be the same place where the opportunity related to the First Mountain Copper occurred after his Thousand Faces talent was replaced.

Regarding this, Zhao Zheng could only say that fate is truly wondrous!

"I think I'm going to die again —"

Zhao Zheng took out a mirror from the Five-Colored Divine Light Pearl space, looked at the slightly darkened forehead, and then looked at the back of his head.

The first thing that catches the eye is the magnificent purple aura, within which a vague, ancient bronze cauldron is faintly visible.

Although the bronze cauldron was faintly visible, it exuded the power to suppress all calamities and misfortunes, constantly regulating his fortune and resolving his tribulations.

"It's not a big problem, we can keep things under control."

Looking at the purple aura he possessed upon crossing the river and the bronze cauldron that manifested that aura, Zhao Zheng commented, put away the mirror, and began to calculate the dangers and risks he might encounter in this matter.

After calculating for a while, Zhao Zheng thought to himself that it was alright, and then led the walking corpse Yan Daoist to set off first, while he waited for the caravan.

He figured that with Master Yan's jumping speed, the other party would definitely be able to catch up. If they couldn't, then he felt that the other party was probably not the caravan he was waiting for.

After traveling for three quarters of an hour ahead, Zhao Zheng, on the official road, looked up at the dilapidated temple on the mountainside in the distance, then turned to look at the caravan that was getting closer and closer behind him.

"Finally here—hmm?"

Zhao Zheng's ears twitched, and his pupils narrowed slightly. He heard a man from the caravan about 300 meters away say, "Miss Shang, it looks like it's going to rain—"

"Black Soil, hurry up!"

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What have you done to me?!

Zhao Zheng subconsciously stepped back, protecting the walking corpse Yan Daoist and the Life-Weaving Spider in front of him. After a while, he joined the caravan and patted his chest.

"So your name is Hei Tu? You startled me!"

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