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Volume 1: Chapter 89 The Disaster of the Wilderness

After hearing this, Bai Qingyu felt it was outrageous.

The monks in this temple made a group of children do such disgusting things. Wouldn't that be considered karmic retribution? In her view, it was absolutely enormous karmic retribution, deserving of divine punishment. Putting that aside for now, cannibalism, especially the cruelty of one's own kind, should certainly be considered karmic retribution, and a doubled one at that, right?

Based on what these guys have done, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they deserve to be struck by lightning.

These monks already had karmic burdens, so even if Shuten-dōji didn't accumulate merit after killing them, he should at least have no karmic burdens left. She'd done similar things before; wasn't it the same with that Li Zhou, who was an official? After she killed him, she not only had no karmic burdens but also gained a tiny bit of merit.

Judging from Shuten's expression, he doesn't seem to be lying.

Where does this karmic obstacle come from?

Bai Qingyu suddenly thought of something, "After you killed these monks, did you kill any other people, like those children?"

"Of course I didn't kill them, I just killed a few guys who like to come to the temple. These guys have dirty hands!"

"I see."

It seems that Shuten-dōji's karmic burden is not entirely due to the monks, but also to the group of people who came to "offer incense and pray for blessings." The sins committed by this group were not as deep as those of the monks, which is why Shuten-dōji has to bear the karmic burden.

However you look at it, killing these monks still cost Shuten-dōji dearly.

For a moment, Bai Qingyu didn't know what to say. This karmic obstacle was indeed strange and unfair. Besides this, Bai Qingyu was wondering if Shuten-dōji would have to undergo tribulation in the future.

It's true that he has karmic burdens, but the biggest danger of this thing is that it will increase the power of heavenly lightning during tribulation. If Shuten-dōji doesn't need to undergo tribulation, then what good are all the karmic burdens? At most, they will only give him some black mist effects.

"Shuten-dōji, do you know what tribulation is?"

"of course I know."

"Have you ever undergone tribulation?"

"No."

"Do you have that feeling of about to undergo a tribulation?"

No, not at all.

“No…” Bai Qingyu rested her chin on the back of her hand, pondering slightly. In her view, Shuten-dōji was no ordinary yokai; in fact, he couldn’t be called a yokai at all. He belonged to an unknown category outside of yokai.

"Demon" is just a general term; there may be subcategories like "demon, ghost, and monster" within it.

Shuten-dōji belongs to one of these categories.

Does his category also require him to undergo tribulation?

In Bai Qingyu's view, tribulation is exclusive to demon beasts. Besides being dangerous, tribulation can also bring demon beasts a lot of benefits, so it cannot be said that it is necessarily a punishment.

"You have some karmic obstacles, but don't worry about them for now. These karmic obstacles are not many and won't affect you much. Just keep a calm mind."

"Also, you said you wanted to become stronger, and I won't go back on my word. You can practice your boxing here in the courtyard, just like you usually do, and let me take a look."

Upon hearing the words "become stronger," Shuten's lowered eyes instantly brightened, and the sorrow he had just confided about the past vanished. He immediately stood in the center of the courtyard, took a deep breath, and began to demonstrate his punches to Bai Qingyu in the manner he usually practiced.

If you're talking about teaching sword techniques or those random cultivation methods from human cultivators, Bai Qingyu is definitely not good at that, but when it comes to physical strength, Bai Qingyu is quite familiar with it.

The cultivation technique she practices is the Demon Sword Technique, and it's the complete set.

To put it bluntly, the Demon Sword Technique is a reckless man's technique, specifically designed for reckless men like Shuten-dōji.

Spiritual energy circulates within the body. Ordinary people either unleash a burst of sword light, use this spiritual energy to activate various spells, or control magical artifacts to throw at people.

The Demon Sword Technique is different. It strengthens one's physical body during cultivation and doubles one's strength during combat.

No matter how many techniques or spells you have, I will break them all with my own strength.

Shuten-dōji threw punch after punch in the courtyard, his movements clean and crisp, each punch full of power and ferocity.

Bai Qingyu watched the whole thing with her chin propped up on her hand, and she could tell at a glance what was wrong with Shuten-dōji.

He vanished from his spot and reappeared in front of Shuten-dōji. He imitated Shuten-dōji's Demon Fist stance and threw a punch. Shuten-dōji's eyes narrowed, and he met the punch with his own.

Fist against fist, same posture, same force, yet Shuten-dōji stumbled back two steps.

"You should have felt it from that punch just now; the power I used was exactly the same as yours. Do you know why your punches couldn't beat mine? It's because you weren't using your demonic power correctly!"

"Raise your arms."

Bai Qingyu tapped Shuten's muscular arm a few times in sequence, then slowed down and threw a punch. The demonic power, as bright as an ink painting, flowed from her arm and, as she threw the punch, seemed to be magnified several times by a magnifying glass, blasting out from her fist.

"Did you see that?"

Shuten's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly. He couldn't wait to throw another punch in the same way Bai Qingyu used, and sure enough, the power was greater.

Bai Qingyu did not rush to teach Shuten-dōji the Fist, but only improved his way of exerting force.

Shuten-dōji has a very strong talent, almost the strongest talent Bai Qingyu has ever seen. There is no talent mark on his head, only a blazing demonic fire.

Seeing this, Bai Qingyu understood that she could teach him, but she couldn't let him continue down her own path. With this child's talent, if he followed her path, he would indeed make rapid progress in the early stages, but things would be different in the later stages; his strength would actually be inferior to the path he had forged himself.

This kid keeps talking about the Demon King; he might actually become one in the future.

Shuten-dōji was unaware that Bai Qingyu had seen through his future and laid out his path in just one minute. At this moment, he was excited, constantly throwing punches, his expression as if he had discovered a new continent.

In just a few words and a single demonstration, she improved so much. It just goes to show that a brute should teach another brute; making Bai Qingyu teach the Winter Green Sword Technique was simply putting her in a difficult position.

·

In the small courtyard in the woods, Bai Qingyu finished teaching Shuten-dōji and then taught Xiaodie. In her spare time, she could also tease Zhentian, chat with Zhen about daily life, and braid a scorpion tail braid for Zhen from behind. In the fishing village not far away, the atmosphere seemed frozen, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Yesterday, the immortal fell, and the villagers felt that the greatest responsibility should lie with the Son of God. Without him, the immortal would not have died, and those useless demons would not have dared to attack the village even if they had a hundred lives.

Before they could even discuss how to deal with the Son of God, another unexpected event occurred.

In the morning, some villagers went out to sea, but they encountered waves and their fishing boat was capsized. The two villagers were also attacked by sharks in the sea and died on the spot. By the time others rescued them, they were already dead.

Such a calamity, how could the Son of God not have foreseen it?

"You, you'll pay for my husband's life! I'll beat you to death!" A woman cried and wailed, grabbing a stick to strike the son of God.

More than a dozen villagers surrounded the area, but none of them tried to persuade or stop them.

The Son of God looked down at the two mangled corpses on the beach, saying nothing, just silently watching. In truth, his eyes held self-reproach and pain. If he could, he wouldn't have wanted this accident to happen. He remembered telling one of the two men not to go out to sea for three days.

Behind him, the weeping woman grabbed a stick and struck the Son of God on the shoulder.

No matter how prestigious the title of "Child of God" sounds, or how powerful one's abilities may be, one is still just a child.

The blow left a purplish-red mark on his arm.

This woman was large and burly, with arms as thick as the legs of a god's son. She cried and sobbed, but she was actually quite strong.

Not only her, but also the families of the deceased came over: wives, mothers, sons, daughters, uncles and aunts, a huge crowd. You know, the death of two people represents two families. If you include the wives and families of these two men, that makes four families.

The Son of God was knocked to the ground, and the people surrounding him kicked him repeatedly.

They kept cursing and hitting without stopping, as if killing the ten-year-old child in front of them would bring the two men back to life.

When they were tired of beating and cursing, they remembered that the body was still there. They hurriedly dragged the body away, and the intermittent crying of the group followed.

The onlookers murmured amongst themselves and left, inevitably offering a few sarcastic remarks.

They call themselves the sons of God? Two die today, two die tomorrow, and after a few months, won't everyone in the village be dead?

We went to great lengths to invite him here to protect everyone's safety, not to bring about anyone's demise.

The son of God huddled on the beach, his hands protecting his head, his body covered in footprints and wounds.

The waves crashed, the rising seawater washed over his small body and then receded, seemingly both comforting him and mocking his frailty.

In the fishing village, a cultivator squinted, glanced around with his hands behind his back, and casually tossed down a few spirit stones the size of pebbles. The group that had just fought the Son of God rushed forward, crawling on the ground to grab the spirit stones, and almost started fighting over them.

The male cultivator gave a cold smile.

He was too weak to avenge his senior sister directly, but he had other ways to make the people in this village, especially that son of god, pay with their lives.

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At night, the Son of God sat on a rock by the shore, hugging his knees and curling up.

His prophetic abilities have indeed begun to fail in recent years, and the villagers have become increasingly distrustful of him.

The seawater crashed against the rocks, splashing water onto his already wet clothes.

Black mist swirled overhead. If Bai Qingyu were here, he would have noticed that the black mist above Huang's head had thickened even more. And it wasn't just Huang's head; the same was true for the heads of the villagers.

A great disaster is about to befall us.

What's terrifying is that the Son of God showed absolutely no reaction to this.

Even if Bai Qingyu actually saw it here, she wouldn't dare to interfere. With such a large-scale black mist, if she dared to say or do anything, she would be revealing heavenly secrets.

This is not as simple as telling someone's fortune.

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Volume 1: Chapter 90 The Metamorphosis of the Wilderness

Living by the sea and living in the mountains are two completely different lifestyles.

Bai Qingyu plunged into the sea and swam into the deeper water. With nimble movements, she used her demonic power to grab a large fish. She didn't know the name of the fish, but it looked quite good. Holding the fish, she suddenly burst out of the water, shook her wet hair, and lifted the fish high.

On the shore, Zhen Tian and Zhen lifted the bamboo basket together, and Bai Qingyu threw the big fish forcefully, which drew a beautiful arc and landed precisely in the bamboo basket.

The fish struggled for a moment, then quieted down. Inside the bamboo basket were not only fish, but also prawns, shellfish, and conch—all kinds of seafood.

Leaping out of the sea, Bai Qingyu walked on air.

"How's the goods today?" Bai Qingyu smoothed her wet hair back, took the bamboo basket and glanced at it. "Not bad, we have something good to eat today."

She wasn't wearing a swimsuit, but rather her usual silk skirt. Bai Qingyu was probably the first person to wear a skirt to fish in the sea, but it wasn't too bad. Her skirt was made of feathers, and she could dry off her body with a single thought.

"Next time, we'll change players. If it's tomorrow, you can come, Zhen."

"Mm." Zhen nodded gently.

Having lived by the sea for a full month, Bai Qingyu has developed a fondness for the taste of seafood and catches it every day.

It's a pity that even though we live by the sea, we still didn't get to enjoy the sun, sand, and swimwear.

Especially swimwear.

It's been a month, and even though I'm surrounded by two beautiful girls, I haven't seen them even once.