Nothing was said that night.

They all knew in their hearts that the second person without destiny was very likely Haotian.

They just didn't dare to be sure.

Why did Xiao Hei suddenly tell them this story?

The unique nature of the "Fateless" characters in the story includes all four of them.

Even as Xiao Hei was telling his story, his eyes would occasionally lock onto them.

They each found a reason to comfort themselves.

For example... Master once fought against the heavens.

For example... there was never a trace of sadness in Master's daily life, except for that day when he was playing the zither.

For example... it was just a coincidence that Master met Diefang and the others.

For example... their master only had very peaceful expectations for them.

None of the four of them could sleep that night.

They continued their journey the next day.

Along the way, Xiao Hei appeared directly above Die Fang's head again. This time, for some reason, Die Fang didn't dare to ask Xiao Hei about her master.

Because they were afraid that Xiao Hei would say something like, "The second nameless person in yesterday's story is your master."

They were unusually silent for half a day, having spent the entire day traveling.

Wenxin, seemingly unconcerned, asked Diefang again if she could fry some mushrooms for lunch that day.

Inside Haotian's room...

At this moment, Chu Xinqiao was pouting in front of her.

"They've all gone out, why won't they let me kiss and hug them?"

A blush appeared on Haotian's fair face.

She rose slightly, walked to Chu Xinqiao, and pressed her hands firmly against Chu Xinqiao's temples.

He looked at him with a disappointed expression.

"Hey! It's broad daylight! That kind of thing should wait until the moon is high in the sky. And could you please stop having such dirty thoughts on your head?!"

Chu Xinqiao was supposed to go out with her.

However, as the departure date approached, she figured that with her strength, she could easily tear open space and get there instantly, so she didn't plan to travel with them anymore.

That's why Chu shamelessly stayed.

When they set off, Xiao Hei looked into her eyes and felt a little uneasy looking at Chu Xinqiao.

Xiao Hei: Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?

...

They had been traveling for three or four days.

Finally, they encountered their first wave of enemies.

However, since Xiao Hei was leading the team this time, and due to the tight schedule and heavy workload, Xiao Hei did not choose to let these Xin'an elf warriors participate in the battle.

At a casual glance, it's clear that this first wave of enemies were all planted with the seeds of slavery and sent here to die.

So Xiao Hei slowly revealed its true form, in one breath...

They were burned to death.

Xiao Hei's decisiveness and resoluteness also surprised Bai Chen. Such ruthlessness and the karmic burden brought about by so many killings were completely burned away by that pitch-black flame.

The cause and effect within were also burned away until nothingness.

Terrifying, powerful, and ultimate power.

Within the Imperial Clan, only the Elf King remains at the True Immortal level.

He learned of the Xin'an attack on the very day he set off.

Inside the magnificent palace, the Elf King paced back and forth before his throne.

His divine sense locked onto those useless cannon fodder on the front lines.

From his perspective, the once clear sky suddenly darkened, and the next moment, in his perception, all the slaves were engulfed in black flames, and then…

They all died.

His figure froze on the spot.

He never expected that so many elves couldn't hold them off for even half a day, or even for more than a few breaths.

To his surprise, the human was the one who made the move.

They launched a massacre against them.

Soon, someone suddenly ran over.

"My king, the Yuanfeng and Shen clans... Yuanfeng wants my king's... 'Emperor's Art'; Shen wants my clan's... three thousand elven maidens. If that's not enough, they'll use those who are still fertile to make up the difference, and they'll only send troops after giving them to them first."

Upon hearing this, the Elf King clenched his fist.

Well... what a fine pair of Yuanfeng and Shen.

Damn it...

He knew very well that the Imperial Clan could only overcome this crisis by joining forces with the other two groups.

Otherwise... he would take his women and slaves and run away, leaving the forest on which the elves depended for their livelihood, waiting in some corner of the world for the next opportunity to fulfill his dream of becoming the Elf King.

But if that time comes, will he really be willing to leave?

He looked at the magnificent palace, at the royal chair behind him, at the naked, dazed maids on either side of him, and at the servile faces of the people below.

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth.

"Quickly tell them that I have agreed to Yuanfeng and Shen's request. However, I will only give Yuanfeng the first half of the 'Emperor's Art'; I will also only give them one thousand of the three thousand elf maidens. As for the rest, we will deal with them when they send troops to help us through this difficult time."

As soon as he finished speaking, a treasure box suddenly appeared in his hand, containing his 'Emperor's Technique'. However, in the eyes of the people of Yuanfeng, this 'Emperor's Technique' was the Taoist method he used to enslave elves and plant elf seeds.

"Go, go to the underground vault, start with the newborns, and take them out until you have a thousand. Start with the smallest ones. Raising these inferior bloodline elves is also part of our clan's resource expenditure."

His Highness's servile men shouted that the Elf King was shrewd.

They then slowly withdrew from the main hall.

In his eyes, those elven girls with mottled bloodlines were nothing more than livestock to be raised. At this moment, it was already a problem for their race to survive, so to give up resources to feed them was simply a waste of resources.

After he respectfully left with the treasure box, the Elf King could no longer hide his anger.

He actually stood directly in front of the naked, jade-like maid...

He grabbed her by the neck like a chick, then slammed her to the ground like trash.

Her face was expressionless, but red handprints had appeared on her slender neck.

Then, like a crazed beast, he kicked her in the stomach violently...

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

It was as if he was venting his anger.

He has been driven to a dead end.

Soon the maid was beaten to the point of near death, and his figure disappeared from the magnificent hall.

He wouldn't risk his life, nor would he entrust it to unscrupulous people. So he was preparing for the worst, gathering his favorite servants and the valuable resources he possessed.

At the same time, as Diefang looked at the elves who had been burned to ashes by the dark flames, her heart sank slightly.

Was their fate... predetermined long ago...?

Does "those without destiny" mean they have no fate at all?