Xuanjian: I am the tenth son of Zhenchi, and I plot to seize the throne from Zhenlong.

"Ding!"

"Task triggered"

"A green snake that lingers leisurely in a cold pool can never become a true dragon; it needs to be nourished by blood and tears."

"Mission: Guide the Dragon Vein Child to kill cultivators of the same realm by any means necessary."

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Jiang Shi raised an eyebrow and looked at Ye Chaosheng, who was walking silently through the night with his head down.

In his vision, the golden flames emanating from Ye Chaosheng almost burned the night sky, and he could sense something else condensing in the void.

"Destiny."

Jiang Shi pondered. The current situation no longer required his guidance. Of course, if Ye Chaosheng chose to back down, he would not be lenient.

At this moment, Ye Chaosheng's mind was in complete chaos, and he mechanically walked towards a certain place.

That courtyard where the livestock were kept.

"Or... should I give up on Shan'er? I... I am a cultivator, I will become an immortal, I... I... I can have many women, she, she is just..."

His gaze grew increasingly fierce, his hands clenched and unclenched, and the chirping of insects around him suddenly fell silent for a moment, leaving the night sky utterly still.

He climbed over into the yard, threw himself into the haystack, gathered the dry grass in his hands, and buried his head.

His arrogance began to dissipate, and the insects in the courtyard began to chirp again.

"Click~"

The switch went off.

In the dark, under the moonlight, Ye Chaosheng began to cut the hay, piling it up neatly one stalk at a time.

He seemed tireless, and after chopping for a while, he still wasn't satisfied. He even pulled the guillotine off the base and, like chopping vegetables, tore his doghouse, which he always slept in, to shreds.

"Pfft~"

In the darkness, a golden light flashed and cleaved off a bull's head. Ye Chaosheng, his eyes red, wielded a guillotine, hacking a bull to pieces. The courtyard reeked of blood.

"Phew~"

Ye Chaosheng calmed down, cast a cleansing spell on himself to wash away the blood and dust, then kicked open the courtyard gate, dragging his knife, and walked towards the Sun residence.

"The immortal said I could achieve the Golden Core, and I will! If he comes to fetch me and sees that I am such a coward, he might regret bestowing the method upon me."

Ye Chaosheng walked down the road, chuckled, and had completely calmed down.

With his current strength, the guillotine was as light as a stick. He tore open his clothes and casually tied them to his back.

After casting a breath-concealing spell on himself, Ye Chaosheng became even clearer-headed. The second young master had only recently consummated the marriage in his own residence. Even a cultivator should have relaxed his mind for a while.

He had been spying on the second young master for a long time without him noticing. He then sneaked in using the same method, waited for the right moment, and killed him.

"Maybe if I don't make a scene, no one will notice, and then I'll... damn it, I'll chop the cow down!"

Ye Chaosheng suddenly remembered this and felt annoyed. At that time, he only felt extremely suffocated and did not think about this much.

Squatting against the wall behind the Sun residence, Ye Chaosheng pondered for a while. He still remembered the second young master's room. This time, he would sneak in first and kill the man as soon as he had the chance.

"No servant dared to wander around the Second Young Master's room. If I hadn't been caught on the spot, I would have taken advantage of the night to run to the back hall, find some food and drink in the kitchen, wrapped them in cloth, and then gone to the main house to steal some gold and silver. By then, I would definitely not be able to hide it anymore, and no mortal could stop me. So I would run back to the courtyard and take those chickens with me."

"I can definitely take all this stuff. I'll go to the beach, grab a speedboat, and smash all the other boats. If I encounter any powerful monsters at sea, I'll kowtow and beg for mercy, and then I'll leave the rest to fate."

Nodding, Ye Chaosheng felt that his plan was flawless. The only flaw was the second young master's cultivation level. If he was killed on the spot, he would have no choice but to accept defeat.

Without hesitation, Ye Chaosheng tightened the knife on his back, climbed over the courtyard wall. It was still winter, and the cold wind brushed against his body, but he only felt a slight chill.

A short while later, he stopped at a window, carefully smelled the lingering scent of blood in the air, and knew he had found the right place.

He tiptoed and poked a hole in the window paper, carefully observing the room. His eyes were wide open. After scanning the room twice, he quickly climbed inside.

He pushed the Concealing Breath Technique to its limit. Ye Chaosheng had long since thrown away his cloth shoes, and with the remaining clothes wrapped around his feet, he tiptoed without making a sound.

He slowly moved toward the master bedroom. In such a quiet environment, and with him completely focused, he could naturally hear a steady breathing sound coming from the bed.

As he got closer and closer, Ye Chaosheng couldn't help but purse his lips, ready to make a decision at any moment. He only had one chance, and he had to get as close as possible.

"Who!" The figure on the bed suddenly sat up as he approached, exclaiming in surprise.

Seeing that he had been discovered, Ye Chaosheng unleashed the spell he had prepared beforehand. A golden light flashed by, which was the Golden Light Technique.

Blood splattered in the darkness, a desperate act. Ye Chaosheng rarely had the opportunity to practice openly. The golden light did not sever the man's head in one strike, but only grazed half of his neck.

Fortunately, this was within his expectations; regardless of whether the attack succeeded or not, he would leap forward.

His powerful physique allowed him to step to the bedside in one stride, punching the figure in the throat with one hand and clawing at the groin with the other.

The figure was still clutching its throat, trying to scream, completely caught off guard by the thunderous follow-up attack. Its eyes widened in terror.

"Click~"

In the darkness, a faint sound of bones breaking rang out, accompanied by the sound of something being squeezed through the skin.

Ye Chaosheng grabbed the headless corpse by the shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand, he swiftly reached out and caught the head that had been knocked off. He then gently laid the corpse down on the soft bed before letting out a long breath.

With some warm blood sticking to his face, Ye Chaosheng wiped the unknown liquid from one of his hands on the bedding with a hint of disgust. His heart was pounding in his throat, followed by a strange excitement that surged into his mind.

He was somewhat enjoying the warmth of the blood on his face.

After resting for a while, he picked up the head and walked to the window. In the dim moonlight, he examined it and confirmed that it was indeed the second young master. He then returned to his bed, somewhat dazed.

Ye Chaosheng never expected that he could kill someone he previously regarded as an immortal so easily. It turns out that even immortals have blood, and they can die.

Wang Ershan was curled up in bed, already sobbing uncontrollably. She couldn't understand why fate could never show mercy to people like them.

Suddenly, she heard shouts coming from outside.

"Fire! Help! Fire!"

A moment later, her father's voice came from the doorway: "Ershan, are you awake? The master's house is on fire. Stay home and don't wander around. I'm going out for a bit."

Wang Ershan responded blankly from inside the room.

In the silence, his window was opened again.

A young man in a white robe entered under the moonlight, a smile on his face.

Wang Ershan felt that the person in front of her was a complete stranger and didn't know how to start a conversation.

The young man walked over, kissed her forehead, and said gently, "Shan'er, I've already killed that second young master."

"You're safe now. I'll be leaving after this."

He hesitated for a moment, but then made up his mind and said:

"Shan'er, wait for me for five years. If I come back, just like we agreed, I will make you the most beautiful bride."

Before she could answer, Ye Chaosheng's face paled for a moment, but then he became carefree again. Dressed in a white robe, he exuded an otherworldly air and laughed loudly.

"If I don't come back, find a good man, marry him, and live happily ever after."

"Is that okay?"