The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Mother, is it bitter?"

"It's not bitter."

The woman gave a tired smile: "It's not bitter at all."

Then the boy laughed.

He curled up and lay down beside the woman. She stroked his head, looked at the wounds on his face, and tears streamed down her face.

"I'm sorry, my child, it's all my fault. I failed to protect you."

She struggled to her feet and left alone.

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The final observation was that the boy was not protected at all.

He stood alone in the empty room, all alone.

It was empty, with nothing there.

Xiao Qitian looked on and shook his head helplessly.

"The power is too weak."

The power is too small, so it can't protect anything.

In Xiao Qitian's eyes, the boy was nothing but an ant.

And this ant, like his sister and mother, was about to die silently in the power of fate.

Chapter 437 A Hero's Fate

The Book of Changes says: "A wise man is cautious at the beginning; a slight error at the beginning can lead to a great mistake in the end."

The ancients valued details; some small changes could lead to different results.

Such is how secluded places can alter one's fate, but Xiao Qitian was unaware of this at the time. He stubbornly believed that the boy would meet his end like everyone else.

According to the method of knowing destiny, the boy's death is only a few months away, and Xiao Qitian can imagine why.

His father is gone, and his sister and mother all died at the hands of that man. Before his death, his father gave a dagger to the boy. With such overwhelming hatred, the boy will most likely go after the man and fight him to the death.

It's a pity that ants are ants after all, unable to escape the shackles of fate.

Xiao Qitian sighed, feeling sorrow once again for the possibility of changing his fate.

However, when he returned to the boy's house the next day to observe, he found the boy packing up his few valuables, and the omen of death in his life had disappeared.

"?"

Xiao Qitian rubbed his eyes and used the Knowing Fate Technique again.

Yes, it's definitely gone.

"??"

Completely shocked, Xiao Qitian didn't bother to hide anymore. He appeared directly in the room, grabbed the boy, pushed him down onto the bed, and roared, "What did you do?"

Can fate really be changed?

How is this possible?

But the facts are undeniable: the boy's life has indeed changed.

An ant changed his fate.

Xiao Qitian held him down tightly, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

He considered himself an ant, but little did he know that one day he would be even less than an ant.

The boy was startled by the man who had suddenly appeared before him, and asked in a trembling voice, "What are you going to do?"

"What did you do?" Xiao Qitian continued to ask.

"I don't understand," the boy said, trembling with fear.

A domineering spiritual energy swept over, but the boy was still the same boy. He hadn't been possessed, nor had he encountered any extraordinary events. Xiao Qitian watched coldly and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"what?"

"I'm asking you, what are you going to do next?"

"I'm going to run away."

"Where are you going?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, but under Xiao Qitian's pressure, he still said tremblingly, "I want to go to the Demon Abyss, I want to join the Demonic Sect."

The boy practically shouted when he said those words.

As if struck by lightning, Xiao Qitian sneered and said, "You don't even have the thought of revenge, yet you want to join the Demonic Sect? Someone like you will die as soon as you enter the Demon Abyss."

"......"

The boy's eyes dimmed; he knew it, of course.

Even so, he made this decision.

Xiao Qitian asked, "Why?"

Fighting to the death might offer revenge, while joining the evil cult could mean dying on the way.

Both options could result in death, so why didn't the boy choose the former?

Xiao Qitian had already seen through the boy's fate, his personality, and the choices he might make. Xiao Qitian had anticipated all of this. In his eyes, the boy's personality would not allow him to make such a decision; going to fight his enemies would be more in line with the character traits bestowed upon the boy by his destiny.

What is it.

What is it?!

What exactly changed the boy and made him make this choice?

He continued to intimidate: "The Demon Abyss is chaotic and disorderly. If you defect, whether you join or not, you will be labeled as a member of the Demonic Cult. From then on, a stable life will be out of your reach. You may be accepted, or you may die on the road. But either way, your enemies will live freely. Your father gave you the knife so that you could protect your family. Now your family is dead, and you don't even have the courage to hold the knife and fight your enemies to the death. Don't you think that's pathetic?"

The boy didn't speak.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, tears welled in his eyes, his lips moved, but in the end, he couldn't say anything.

Xiao Qitian released his grip: "Man or coward, the choice is yours."

The boy picked up the package, trembling, and ran towards the door.

Xiao Qitian grabbed him, furious: "You coward!"

The boy ignored him and just ran away as fast as he could.

Xiao Qitian reached out his hand to him, but the boy turned his head, drew his knife, and slashed his hand.

"Don't come any closer." He leaned against the door, watching Xiao Qitian warily.

Xiao Qitian was stunned, then laughed.

He first chuckled softly, but then burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The knife in the boy's hand was not left to him by his father, but was a magical artifact.

It was this magical artifact that broke through the protective spiritual energy in his palm and caused him harm.

"Hahahaha, where did you get this? No, or rather, who interfered? Hahahaha, this is hilarious, it's killing me! The biggest joke in the world! Hahahahahahaha!"

Just like a bottle that had been sealed for a long time suddenly breaking open, Xiao Qitian laughed until tears came to his eyes. He had been monitoring the boy for a long time, but he had not noticed that the boy had this magical artifact.

He was familiar with the boy's destiny and the underlying personality traits associated with it. The boy's personality was rather unique. If it were an ordinary knife, the boy would have gone to fight the man in the cultivation mansion when he was desperate. But this magical artifact changed the boy's perspective, or rather, it transformed his thinking.

"So that's how you got your confidence? A mere third-grade magic artifact gives you the confidence to lie low, hahaha, that's hilarious."

Even if it were a third-grade magic weapon, Xiao Qitian wouldn't even glance at it in the Kongling Sect.

However, this third-grade magical artifact changed the boy's fate, causing his destined death to disappear.

So the question is, where did this third-grade magic artifact come from?

Xiao Qitian reached out and used his spiritual energy to grab the boy, subduing him in one swift motion.

"Where did the knife come from?"

The boy pursed his lips, refusing to say a word.

Xiao Qitian sneered: "Don't make me send you to your original end. Tell me, where did the knife come from?"

A murderous intent emanated from the boy; it was true murderous intent that penetrated his very soul. The boy trembled even more violently, water dripping from between his thighs and onto the ground.

But he dispelled Xiao Qitian's murderous intent with just one sentence: "The old man said he's waiting for you under the biggest tree outside the city gate."

Xiao Qitian was stunned: "Who?"

"The old man who gave me the knife," the boy said weakly, "He asked me to tell you that he is waiting for you outside the city gate."

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The person who made the boy relay the message was the one who gave him the knife.

Xiao Qitian had seen and knew this person before.

During the three unforgettable days of learning with that adult, the old Taoist priest stayed by his side the whole time.

Now, he sits under a big tree, squinting, his white beard trailing on the ground, his face showing kindness.

His shadow blocked the sun, obscuring him.

He raised his head slightly, his half-closed eyes opening as if he hadn't fully woken up: "You're here?"

Xiao Qitian's tone was unfriendly: "What do you mean?"

This sentence contains many meanings, the most important of which is questioning.

Zhiyuan chuckled and said, "I'll give you some pointers."

"How interesting. What do you take me for, that little boy? Am I spying on him, and you spying on me?"

"You're unhappy?"

"What do you think?"