He's not the best, but he's not the worst either. If it weren't for his good identity, he probably wouldn't even be a martial artist.
This was one of the reasons why he was so easily irritated and arrogant in the past, and it was also a rumor that became more true as he gradually became a spoiled brat.
But he didn't want it to be this way; it was just that his grandfather's expectations for him to succeed were too much for him to bear, and sometimes, he was also afraid of dying.
But in reality, he was afraid of death, yet he also longed for it. When he was afraid of death, his grandfather killed the man who was trying to kill him, injuring him. When he was afraid of death, he wanted his grandfather to be childless and to bear the stigma of being a mediocre person.
But isn't death a good thing? You don't have to bear the expectations of your elders, you don't have to fight against those who despise you, and you don't have to despise yourself for your failures.
Hiding in a cramped, foul-smelling den filled with excrement, I felt death approaching—the sound of scales hitting the ground, and the swaying chains of the ghost messengers.
He awaited death, anticipated death, resisted death, and looked back on his life, watching the once confident child grow up arrogantly and fail twice in planting succulents, until the third time his grandfather begged for a precious medicine to change the succulent seed, and he finally succeeded.
As a member of the family, he had planted other low-grade succulents, which was enough to make him a laughing stock. Therefore, it was only natural that he went from being a respected young master to being ridiculed as a bully who was just using someone else's power.
No matter how hard you try or how diligently you work, if you don't have the talent for martial arts and your hard work doesn't pay off, it's better to give up and fall into depravity.
"Lacking talent, receiving no reward, and filled with resentment, like a python devouring a dragon, holding a high position and possessing vast resources, you deserve to be included in my Blood Path True Disciple!"
"There may be countless paths to change in life, but right now, do you have the willpower to abandon all emotions and become a scourge to the world for what you crave, to enter my bloodline?"
The blood that had been bitten open in the midst of the contradiction was drawn toward the wooden statue that had been used as a tool to sharpen its teeth and claws. In the red light, an extremely seductive voice extended an invitation to him.
In the dead of night, in a room filled with rare treasures such as pearls, luminous pearls, coral, precious paintings, and animal hides, Niu Anxin, awakened by the sound of a fine bamboo flute, was covered in sweat. This room belonged to the most prosperous area in the west of the city and was controlled by the largest local family.
Looking at the familiar house with an unreal gaze, a house that evoked a sense of both possession, confidence, and inferiority, Niu Anxin, panting, summoned the Skin-Peeling Gu that resided in her illusory aperture. It was a slender black spider with limbs as sharp as hooks and many images of young women on its back.
Unlike most bloodline cultivators who choose Blood Gu as their natal Gu, Niu Anxin chose Skin-Peeling Gu. This Gu worm can peel off the skin of defenseless creatures and can subsequently be adapted to the Bloodline Transformation Path.
However, he couldn't find what he needed for the transformation, or rather, he hadn't contributed enough to the inheritance. So before that, he could only experiment with a new Gu on his own.
However, he keeps them outside, since it's difficult to provide food at home and they're more likely to be discovered, because he's still quite sensitive about the matter of that constable.
That despicable fellow! If it weren't for his connection to the county magistrate and his association with that genius from the Fushan Martial Arts School, I would have wanted to eliminate him completely right now.
Niu Anxin wiped his sweat and was about to call a servant to bring in tea, but at this moment he sensed something was wrong. Although it was a place that was difficult for ordinary people to enter, it should not be so quiet during the festival.
Could something be wrong?
No, no, no, most of the Niu family's fighting force is here now. Apart from the Marquis Wu being able to destroy the Niu family silently, no matter how many martial arts masters there are, they shouldn't be so quiet.
Niu Anxin walked barefoot and crouched to the window, intending to see what was happening outside. After listening for a while without any noise, she finally pushed open the window a crack and looked outside.
Gone were the familiar walkways and pavilions; instead, there was only a sea of blood, accompanied by flocks of crows flying about. From them, Niu Anxin sensed some of their attributes.
That connection stemming from shared beliefs, the Blood Path… is it Blood Wings? Niu Anxin recalled that it was the fourth day after he received the inheritance, when he encountered that adult in Cheli Town while abusing his power to plunder young girls.
"Come out! Come out! Lord Bloodwing has summoned you!"
With a hoarse cawing sound, the Blood Raven suddenly noticed Niu Anxin, who had opened a window a crack. When its bloodshot eyes were suddenly thrust into her face, Niu Anxin forced herself to punch the bird and retreat.
After closing the window again and listening to the flapping of wings outside, Niu Anxin thought for a while before putting on her shoes and heading outside.
Once outside, I noticed that everything was different. The once round moon had turned blood red, the neat and elegant courtyard was now covered only with blood-red soil, and a wide, intestine-like road ran through a forest of twisted trees with black leaves hanging from them.
Looking back, he saw that his house, which he had spent an unknown amount of money on, had become a drafty thatched hut, so dilapidated that even Niu Anxin's dog wouldn't live there.
Pushing the door open again, what was shocking was that the interior was completely different from the outside; even the space didn't match!
How could this be?
Seeing this incredible scene, Niu Anxin felt as if his past understanding had been forcibly crushed. Even though the Blood Path Inheritance said that the Blood Sea was stained with blood, neither withered nor dead, and a world of its own was born, he only regarded it as self-praise, like those myths and legends adding to their value.
"Ignorant! Ignorant!"
The blood crows mocked in the sky, then multiplied from one to two, then to a thousand, until finally the sky was filled with ignorant words, which was truly irritating.
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