Chapter 013
This is not good, he warned himself.
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Lin Qingyang looked at the corpse on the ground, the corners of his mouth trembled, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't.
This is not good, he warned himself.
What's the point of being proud of killing such a fool who can't survive more than half a month in the Blood Demon Sect?
He is no longer the Lin Qingqiu of the past. His name is now Lin Qingyang, and he is a disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect.
Although the Corpse Puppet Sect is not a orthodox sect, it does have some rules. He can no longer use the habits of the Blood Demon Sect to deal with his fellow disciples here.
...Private matters don't count.
He slowly pulled his hand back, and as he moved, the blood in the gray-robed man's body flew out, as if it was sucked away by something.
The bright red liquid was suspended in the air and soon solidified into a piece of blood jade that was shining with a faint red glow. The blood jade was shining with light, which was proof that the blood jade had absorbed enough energy.
Lin Qingyang was stunned for a moment. He seemed to be born with the knowledge of the effect of this blood jade, but in his impression, this seemed... to be a token of love given to him by his fiancé?
He rubbed his forehead gently. There were many strange things about his rebirth this time. With his personality, he shouldn't have accepted all of this so easily.
However, the fact is that he not only accepted this setting easily, but even enjoyed it.
It was as if there was a voice in his heart telling him to enjoy it all, and the owner of this voice was clearly himself.
Lin Qingyang slowly lowered his eyes. It didn't matter. Sooner or later, he would make everything clear.
He touched the blood jade, and it jumped slightly. He knew that he could absorb the energy from the blood jade at any time as long as he wanted, but his intuition told him not to.
You can't do this!
Once he absorbs the energy in the blood jade, he might practice the Bleeding Demon Sect's skills.
Cultivation techniques are the foundation of one's cultivation, and they're difficult to change. He's currently a disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect, but he's practicing the Blood Demon Sect's techniques? Wouldn't that be handing someone else a handle?
Therefore, he decisively put the blood jade back on his neck. As for the energy? Let the blood jade digest it slowly by itself. When it is condensed into a blood magic bead, it will not have the effect of changing the foundation.
However, the efficiency of using blood jade to condense blood demon beads is pitifully low, basically only one in ten can be preserved. But for Lin Qingyang, it is all given for free, so it doesn't matter how much it is.
Besides, the Blood Demon Pearl can also be given to Cheng Hui to take. In comparison, he hopes to improve Cheng Hui's strength as soon as possible to protect himself.
He stood there, thinking carefully about what happened today. After confirming that there were no major loopholes, he came up with a story that could deceive others.
Lin Qingyang seemed to be born knowing how to disguise himself. He could live well in any environment. When he realized that the Blood Demon Sect's tactics would not work in the Corpse Puppet Sect, he would immediately change this habit.
Lin Qingyang never thought there was anything wrong with killing. If killing could solve the problem the fastest, why not do it?
But when he realizes that killing may bring bigger trouble, he will choose other ways.
For him, killing was just a means to achieve a necessary goal. If this means didn't work, he would just try another one. Therefore, although he killed many people, he never had a bloodlust.
The same goes for killing this person. He judged that he could bear the consequences of killing this person, so rather than being secretly targeted by someone with a background, it would be better to kill the person directly and put an end to it all, eliminating future troubles.
Lin Qingyang ignored the corpse that died with its eyes open, and instead touched the corpse skillfully.
Qiankun bag, the robe on his body, the jade hairpin on his head...
Looking at these scattered magical weapons, Lin Qingyang's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
He was only at the third level of Qi Refining now, and he had already prepared himself mentally for getting hurt after deciding to attack this man. However, he didn't expect that this fellow, who was obviously a Foundation Establishment cultivator, had such low combat power that he didn't even have time to activate his magic weapon.
Is this also considered a foundation-building cultivator?
You have to know that he had fought his way up from the bottom in the Blood Demon Sect, and he had also heard that those righteous sects would also let their disciples go out for training from time to time, and at the very least, there were all kinds of competitions within the sects. It can be said that there were few cultivators who were capable of fighting.
Of course, his sneak attack was definitely part of the reason, but even so, this guy was too bad, just a pile of mud that couldn't be used to stick on the wall.
Lin Qingyang kicked the gray-robed man's body into the underground cave. At this moment, the underground cave spewed out a stream of Nine Nether Mysterious Yin Qi, which directly blew the man's unprotected body into smoke.
As for the soul? Sorry, Lin Qingyang had already dealt with it. He would not leave such a big hidden danger for himself.
After dealing with the corpse, Lin Qingyang picked through the man's Qiankun bag and threw everything that might leave a mark into the underground cave.
One must not be greedy at times like this. He would rather give up those good things than get into trouble.
After returning to his own courtyard, Lin Qingyang released Cheng Hui.
Cheng Hui was planning to fight that bastard to the death as soon as he came out, but then his eyes lit up and he found himself back at their courtyard.
Cheng Hui: ???
Where are the people? No, where are the scumbags?
He stared at Lin Qingyang with wide eyes, unable to understand how an eight-year-old boy like him could deal with that scumbag.
He had clearly seen the undisguised malice in that man's eyes. Who would believe him if he said he would let Lin Qingyang go?
However, Lin Qingyang happened to be standing in front of him at this time. Even if he couldn't believe it, he had to believe that the man did not hurt him.
Cheng Hui breathed a sigh of relief. If Lin Qingyang was really harmed by that scumbag in front of him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.
If he hadn't run around everywhere, Lin Qingyang wouldn't have gone looking for him, and naturally he wouldn't have met that scumbag.
"Aba Aba..." Cheng Hui made another stupid sound.
But Lin Qingyang seemed to magically get his idea and said softly: "Don't worry, Huihui, I'm fine. The matter has been resolved."
Cheng Hui:...Hmm?
Solved? How?
He tried hard to control his right hand and poked Lin Qingyang twice.
Lin Qingyang's eyes lit up slightly, and he knew that his Huihui was different from others, and he really possessed intelligence.
He thought about it and considered whether revealing the whole situation would damage his image.
As an eight-year-old child, isn't it a bit too cruel to commit murder?
After thinking about it, he came to a conclusion.
Since Cheng Hui is his fiancé, he naturally has to accept everything about him, whether it is good or bad. Except for some necessary things, he does not want to expose them for the time being. He hopes that Cheng Hui will get to know his true self.
Of course... some things still need to be covered up with some Spring and Autumn style writing, so, in his mouth, he became a poor little person who was persecuted and had to rise up to resist, and finally relied on the token of love given to him by Cheng Hui to successfully fight back!
Cheng Hui: ...emmmmm
How should I put it? It just feels... very subtle.
I always feel like I am listening to a story, and the plot is too incredible.
But then I thought, in the world of cultivation, anything can happen.
Judging from the information he overheard, it wasn't surprising for a master to fall. Besides, the gray-robed man looked very unintelligent, so it seemed normal for him to fall into Lin Qingyang's hands...
I don't believe you!
Cheng Hui felt that he might need to refresh his impression of this eight-year-old boy. He was only eight years old, yet he dared to kill people... Of course, Cheng Hui had no prejudice against killing people. He would just kill the scum who wanted to attack children.
He was just worried that Lin Qingyang had killed someone at the age of eight. Wasn't this a little too early for a child?
He had read some psychological knowledge when surfing the Internet before, and he knew very well that such things could easily have a bad influence on children.
He looked at Lin Qingyang with concern for a long time, but couldn't see any psychological trauma in the child.
Cheng Hui: ...I have a little doubt about my life.
Wait...Cheng Hui suddenly thought of something?
He was just an ordinary college student, and he had only traveled through time for a few days? How could he think killing people was okay?
This doesn't seem right, does it?
He fell into self-doubt.
Was he always this apathetic? He had no aversion to killing people at all? That's unrealistic. Is he a hidden sociopath?
That's not right. He thinks his values are pretty positive. He gets scared when watching horror movies and cries when watching tragedies, which means he should have empathy.
So the question is, why is he so open to killing people? It's almost like he's a native cultivator...
Cheng Hui was horrified. Could it be that he had been assimilated by his original body?
Or maybe he wasn't actually usurping the throne, but had merged with his original self? But he didn't have any of his original self's memories, did he?
My mind is in a mess.
Cheng Hui felt that his time travel was a complete mess, with many weird things.
In particular, he did not forget that he had reincarnated into various animals and plants, and he met the same beauty every time. Although he did not remember what the beauty looked like, there was no doubt that his time travel concealed countless mysteries.
Cheng Hui looked up at the sky silently and said that Lin Qingyang was a little weird, but he was obviously no worse.
Okay, their eldest brother, never mind the second brother, a weird kid and a messed up zombie, they really seem like a perfect match.
Cheng Hui was lost in his own thoughts, and Lin Qingyang did not disturb him.
This matter seemed to have passed in a muddle.
However, Cheng Hui soon realized that the matter was not over yet.
Zhang Yifan came and asked Lin Qingyang if he had seen a man in a gray robe.
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