Murong's Past

Three days later, Murong arrived again. At this moment, she and Zhou Hao had finished.

Zhou Hao patted his clothes and tidied himself up, asking curiously, "Did we finish a bit early today?"

Murong turned to look at him with a smile. "If you want, we can continue."

Zhou Hao waved his hands repeatedly. "We agreed on once every three days. Those are the rules."

Murong smiled and then asked, "Have you started the Calming Incantation yet?"

"As a genius like me, how could I not have started?" Zhou Hao said proudly.

Murong covered her mouth and chuckled. "You're the first person to call yourself a genius in front of me."

Zhou Hao pouted. "We were both chosen by the Spirit-Womb Ring, so our talent can't be that bad."

"You're wrong," Murong said, raising her right hand and looking at the Spirit-Womb Ring on her ring finger. "It was I who chose it, not the other way around."

Zhou Hao's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand. "You're amazing, alright?"

He had never met anyone so arrogant, although Murong certainly had the qualifications and strength to be.

Murong chuckled lightly. "Actually, you're not bad either. You might even surpass me in the future."

Zhou Hao fell silent for a moment and looked at her suspiciously. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious," Murong nodded gently.

She was indeed serious. Zhou Hao's talent was undeniably inferior to hers, but with her help, talent wasn't something that couldn't be compensated for.

Furthermore, talent would gradually become less important later on. The importance of comprehension would fully reveal itself then, so those with strong comprehension often went further than those with strong talent.

Of course, those with monstrous talent and comprehension were another matter entirely.

Zhou Hao observed Murong carefully. Seeing that she seemed serious, he immediately let out a "hehe" laugh.

If that was the case, he might have a chance to turn the tables and become the master in the future.

"What are you plotting? What are you thinking about?" Murong suddenly stared directly at Zhou Hao's face and asked.

Zhou Hao's bright smile vanished instantly, replaced by an awkward chuckle. "I wasn't thinking about anything. I just suddenly felt full of hope for the future."

Murong mimicked his "hehe" laugh twice, then rolled her eyes. "I think you're thinking about becoming stronger than me and then dealing with me! How could I not know your little schemes?"

Zhou Hao awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Being exposed so directly was a bit embarrassing.

Murong suddenly reached out and patted his shoulder, smiling warmly. "I look forward to that day."

She probably wouldn't be able to see that day.

Zhou Hao was slightly stunned. Those words were quite unexpected.

Seeing his slightly taken-aback expression, Murong smiled and didn't continue the topic. Instead, she said, "Didn't I tell you before that I wanted to tell you about the first time I killed someone? I'll tell you now!"

Zhou Hao paused, his expression becoming serious. Listening to this might help him resolve his inner demon.

Murong conjured two ice chairs with a wave of her hand. "Sit down!"

Zhou Hao looked at the ice chairs, recalling the ice cellar-like secret room below, and felt lingering fear. However, after hesitating for a moment, he still sat down.

When his buttocks touched the ice surface, there wasn't the bone-chilling cold he expected. He only felt a slight coolness, which was quite comfortable.

The two sat facing each other, making it look like an interview.

Murong slowly began, "The first time I killed someone was when I was just born."

"Boom~"

Zhou Hao's mind went blank. This was a bombshell right from the start! Killing someone at birth, no one was more ruthless than you!

Murong looked up at him and continued, "A long time ago, my family was in a relatively low-level plane.

When I was forming in the womb, I was already conscious. I could hear the sounds outside and even form certain thoughts.

At that time, there were still five months until my birth! A group of inexplicable people broke into my family and began a massacre..."

As Murong's narration unfolded, the story slowly began to reveal itself...

"My lord, all five hundred and thirty-two members of the Murong family have perished." Ghost Mask, wearing a ghost mask, said.

Wu Tianming, addressed as "My lord" and wearing a golden mask, said in a hoarse, muffled voice, "Very good. Any scattered disciples of the Murong family, kill them on sight. I want the Murong family to disappear from this day forward, hahaha..."

His voice sounded as if it had been processed by a voice changer.

"Buzz~"

A ray of divine light lit up. Less than two hundred meters away, an infant floated in the air, emitting a dazzling divine radiance.

This was the newborn Murong. The heavens and earth changed color upon her birth. She descended like a phoenix into the Divine Realm, and she was a Demigod from birth.

"My lord, what is... this?" Ghost Mask asked, utterly astonished.

Wu Tianming looked at the infant in mid-air, frowned, and then waved his hand to give an order. "She's also a remnant of the Murong family. Kill her."

"Yes." Ghost Mask took the order and led a group of people charging forward.

Murong, who couldn't even open her eyes yet, seemed to sense the danger. A powerful pressure erupted from her body, instantly crushing the charging attackers into meat paste.

She then flew away from the Murong Family. Although she was a Demigod, her body was very weak when she was born, and she was born five months prematurely, making her even more frail. She couldn't withstand too much energy impact, and the previous strike had already been her limit.

Wu Tianming's voice was as sinister as a cold spring from the Nine Netherworlds as he angrily roared, "Chase her! I want her dead."

A group of people then took to the sky in pursuit, but Murong's speed was too great. After chasing for a while, they were left behind.

After completely escaping her pursuers, Murong floated at an altitude of ten thousand meters. Her tightly closed eyes slowly opened, revealing a flowing radiance within them, tinged with an indescribable sadness. A single tear then traced a path down her cheek from the corner of her right eye.

Although she had consciousness and memories, she didn't understand much. She didn't quite grasp emotions either, yet the sorrow welling up in her heart caused her such pain.

She looked in the direction of the Murong Family. The raging inferno was the Murong Family.

Flames danced in Murong's eyes. After watching for a while, her gaze gradually became resolute, and she slowly withdrew her gaze. At this moment, she had only one thought.

Everyone in the Murong Family would die.

She then left. Once her cultivation and physical strength stabilized, it would be her time to hunt.

"This was my first time killing someone, and I killed eighteen people without feeling anything," Murong said softly, looking at Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao looked at Murong with pity, his pupils trembling slightly. He was moved, saying, "I never imagined you'd go through something like that."

Murong waved her hand. "It's been over seventy thousand years. There's no need to look at me like that. I'm telling you this just to let you know that killing is a very simple matter. If someone deserves to die, then you must strike without hesitation. Otherwise, you might be the one who dies."

Zhou Hao was slightly stunned before realizing that he was actually pitying Murong.

He then noticed a crucial point: seventy thousand years. That meant... Murong was over seventy thousand years old.

Damn, she was much older than he had imagined!

Zhou Hao looked at Murong with a shocked expression.

Seeing his rather significant change in expression, Murong raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Zhou Hao shook his head and continued, "You're right. If some people deserve to die, then they should be killed."

After hearing Murong's past, he actually had a realization. The matter was simple: if someone deserved to die, then they should be killed; there was no need to overthink it.

He had been overthinking things before, making them too complicated.

Murong nodded slightly. "It's good that you gained something."

Zhou Hao hesitated for a moment and then asked, "What happened next? Did you kill them all?"

Murong nodded faintly and softly uttered three words, "Killed them all."

She paused here and then continued, "Not only those who participated in the massacre of the Murong Family that day, but I also killed many others..."

Zhou Hao quietly listened to Murong's subsequent account.