Murong's Past

Three days later, Murong descended once more. By then, she and Zhou Hao had already finished.

Zhou Hao patted down his clothes and straightened them, then asked strangely, "Isn't today ending a little early?"

Murong turned her head and looked at him with a smile. "If you want, we can keep going."

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

Murong smiled, then asked, "Have you entered the basics of the Calming Incantation?"

"With talent like mine, how could I fail to get started?" Zhou Hao said smugly.

Murong covered her mouth and chuckled. "You're the first person who has dared call himself a genius in front of me."

Zhou Hao curled his lip. "We were both chosen by the Spirit-Womb Ring. Our talents can't be that far apart."

"You're wrong." Murong raised her right hand and looked at the Spirit-Womb Ring on her ring finger. "I chose it. It did not choose me."

The corner of Zhou Hao's mouth twitched. He waved a hand and said, "Fine, you're impressive, all right?"

He had never seen anyone so arrogant, though Murong had the qualifications and strength to back it up.

Murong chuckled softly. "Actually, you're not bad either. Perhaps one day, you might surpass me."

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

"Mm, I'm serious." Murong nodded lightly.

She truly meant it. Zhou Hao's talent was undoubtedly inferior to hers, but with her help, talent was not something that could not be made up for.

And later on, talent would gradually cease to matter as much. The importance of comprehension would fully reveal itself then, so those with stronger comprehension often went farther than those with greater talent.

Of course, those freaks whose talent and comprehension were both monstrous were another matter entirely.

Zhou Hao studied Murong seriously. Seeing that she seemed genuine, he immediately let out a "Hehe" laugh.

If that was the case, then he would have a chance to turn the tables and become the master someday.

"You're up to no good. What are you thinking about?" Murong suddenly stared straight at Zhou Hao's face and asked.

Zhou Hao's brilliant smile instantly vanished, replaced by an awkward grin. "Nothing. I just suddenly feel full of hope for the future."

Murong imitated his "Hehe" laugh twice, then rolled her eyes slightly. "You're thinking that once you become stronger than me, you'll deal with me, aren't you? Do you think I wouldn't know your little scheme?"

Zhou Hao awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Being exposed to his face was still a little embarrassing.

Murong suddenly reached out and patted his shoulder, saying with a smile, "I look forward to that day."

She probably would not live to see that day.

Zhou Hao froze slightly. Those words were rather beyond his expectations.

Murong smiled at his somewhat stunned expression and did not continue the topic. Instead, she said, "Didn't I tell you before that I would tell you about the first time I killed someone? I'll tell you now!"

Zhou Hao paused, and his expression turned serious. Perhaps hearing this would help him resolve his inner demon.

With a wave of her hand, Murong created two Ice Chairs. "Sit!"

Looking at the Ice Chairs, Zhou Hao remembered the cellar below, like an ice cave, and lingering fear rose in his heart. Still, after hesitating for a moment, he sat down.

When his butt touched the ice, there was none of that bone-piercing chill. He only felt a faint coolness, and it was quite comfortable.

The two sat facing each other, making it seem like some sort of interview program.

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

Boom—

Zhou Hao's mind went blank. She had opened with an absolute bombshell! Killing someone right after being born—was there anyone more ruthless than her?

Murong lifted her head and glanced at him before continuing, "A long time ago, my Lineage was in a relatively low-level plane.

"When my embryo took shape, I already had consciousness. I could hear the voices outside, and I could form certain thoughts.

"There were still about five months until my birth. Then, a group of inexplicable people barged into my Lineage and began slaughtering everyone..."

As Murong narrated in a gentle, unhurried voice, the story slowly unfolded...

"My lord, all five hundred and thirty-two members of the Murong Family have been killed. Not one survived," Ghost Mask, wearing a ghost-faced mask, reported.

Wu Tianming, addressed as My Lord and wearing a golden mask, spoke in a hoarse, distorted voice. "Very good. Kill every Murong Family descendant you find outside. I want the Murong Family to vanish from this world forever. Hahaha..."

His voice sounded as though it had been processed through a voice changer.

Buzz—

A streak of rosy light flashed. Less than two hundred meters away, an infant floated in the air, radiant light blazing from her body.

She was the newly born Murong. The moment she was born, heaven and earth changed color; a phoenix descended upon the divine realm. She had been born a demigod.

"My lord, what... is that?" Ghost Mask asked in utter shock.

Wu Tianming stared at the infant in midair, frowned, then waved his hand and ordered, "She is also a remnant of the Murong Family. Kill her."

"Yes." Ghost Mask accepted the order and led a group charging toward her.

Murong, who still could not open her eyes, seemed to sense the danger. A powerful pressure erupted from her body, instantly crushing the charging people into pulp.

Then she flew away from the Murong Family. Though she was a demigod, her body was weak just after birth, and since she had been born five months prematurely, it was even more frail. She could not withstand the impact of too much energy. That attack just now had already been her limit.

Wu Tianming's voice was as sinister as a freezing spring in the Nine Netherworlds as he roared furiously, "Chase her! I want her dead!"

A group of people then flew after her, but Murong was simply too fast. After chasing for a while, they were thrown off.

After completely shaking off her pursuers, Murong floated ten thousand meters above the ground. Her tightly shut eyes slowly opened, rosy light flowing within them, along with an indescribable sorrow. At that moment, a tear slid down her cheek from the corner of her right eye.

Though she had consciousness and could remember things, she understood very little. She did not truly understand even things like emotions, yet the sorrow surging up from the depths of her heart hurt her so badly.

She looked toward the Murong Family. The raging blaze burning there was the Murong Family.

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

Everyone who had slaughtered the Murong Family had to die.

Afterward, she left. Once her cultivation and physical strength stabilized, it would be time for her hunt.

"That was my first experience killing someone. I killed eighteen people, and I felt nothing at all." Murong looked at Zhou Hao and spoke softly.

Zhou Hao looked at Murong with pity, his pupils trembling slightly as he said emotionally, "I never expected you to have gone through something like that."

Murong waved her hand. "It has already been over seventy thousand years. There's no need to look at me like that. I only told you this to make you understand that killing is a very simple thing. Some people deserve to die, and when they do, you must swing your blade without mercy. Otherwise, the one who dies may be you."

Zhou Hao froze slightly before realizing that he had actually been pitying Murong.

Then he noticed a crucial point. Over seventy thousand years—meaning... Murong was already more than seventy thousand years old.

Damn, she's far older than I imagined!

Zhou Hao stared at Murong with a shocked expression.

Seeing how drastically his expression had changed, Murong raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "What is it?"

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

After hearing Murong's past, he had truly gained some insight. The matter was actually very simple: if someone deserved to die, then kill them. There was no need to overthink it.

Before, he had thought too much and made things overly complicated.

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

After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Hao asked, "What happened afterward? Did you kill them all?"

Murong nodded calmly and softly uttered three words. "I killed them all."

She paused there, then continued, "Not only did I kill the people who participated in the slaughter of the Murong Family that day, I also killed many others..."

Zhou Hao quietly listened as Murong continued her story.