This Life, Wei Mou, Also Has No Regrets!

"Wait for me, for what?"

Wei Qing was momentarily confused by the other party's words.

But the other party didn't care if he understood. He raised his hand and waved, and a stream of light entered Wei Qing's forehead.

"It's great that you're still here."

Huh?

Hearing this, Wei Qing became even more confused.

"Go, we... this bunch of scumbags are here again!"

Before he could finish speaking, a portal suddenly appeared behind the other party. He roared and plunged into the portal, disappearing.

The next moment.

Wei Qing's consciousness returned.

The old man's voice immediately sounded.

"The falling star doesn't change its ashes, the dragon trapped in the shallows doesn't lose its scales, the true gold is revealed after being burned by the fires of tribulation, and only after a thousand trials can a Dao seed be formed. Central Hall."

After Wei Qing's figure disappeared.

"Finally, I've waited for someone who meets the conditions. I hope it's not too late."

The old man's voice was still echoing in mid-air, but his figure had already quietly dissipated into nothingness.

Inside the Central Hall.

Wei Qing stood in the center of the vast hall, surrounded only by mottled ancient murals and eight coiling dragon stone pillars.

"What about the promised inheritance?"

He muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

Suddenly.

The star map on the dome of the hall suddenly lit up!

A blinding white light exploded in the center of the hall, forcing Wei Qing to raise his hand to shield his eyes.

A figure nearly two meters tall floated in mid-air.

The man was dressed in green, with a face as sharp and angular as if carved by a knife.

"Young man, what year is it tonight?"

The man's voice was not loud, but it made the entire hall tremble.

Wei Qing suppressed the shock in his heart and cupped his fists in salute: "Reporting to senior, it is now the 211th year of the Heavenly Origin New Calendar."

"Two hundred and eleven years." The man in green repeated in a low voice, "Two hundred years have passed."

He slowly landed, his long robe fluttering without wind.

As he moved, the entire hall seemed to come "alive."

The ancient murals on the walls began to flow, and the eight stone dragons on the coiling dragon pillars opened their eyes.

"Hmm." The man in green suddenly approached, almost face-to-face with Wei Qing, "You actually have the aura of Lord Liuli on you. What is your relationship with Lord Liuli?"

Wei Qing took a step back and asked in confusion, "Senior, who is this Lord Liuli you speak of?"

"Could it be that even Lord Liuli..."

The man in green didn't finish his sentence and looked at Wei Qing with a hint of inquiry. "Since you don't recognize them, forget it."

"Since you are here, it means that in the war between humans and demons, my Human Race ultimately achieved victory."

"Indeed."

"Haha." The man in green suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter causing the star map on the dome to tremble and shed dust. "That's good... that's good..."

Then, the man asked again, "What is the world like outside now? Have the demons and monsters been completely wiped out?"

"Although the demons and monsters have been heavily damaged, there are still remnants lurking."

"Now, the threat of demons and monsters is surging in the world. I fear that in the near future, another bloody storm will be stirred up," Wei Qing replied truthfully.

"Alas." The man in green sighed and looked up at the hall's exterior. "I wonder when this chaotic world will end."

"Kid, I have a request for you."

Hearing this, Wei Qing quickly cupped his fists: "May I ask what the matter is, senior? I will do my best to complete it."

"It's very simple."

Wei Qing asked doubtfully, "Very simple?"

The next moment.

The man in green suddenly approached Wei Qing, a sinister smile curling his lips. "Lend me your body for a while."

A cold light flashed.

Wei Qing stomped his right foot and his body retreated sharply.

"Heh heh heh, too late to run now." The man in green chuckled sinisterly and moved like a ghost, his withered left hand transforming from a palm into a claw, aiming straight for Wei Qing's throat.

Seeing this.

True Essence surged within Wei Qing.

Secret Art—Divine Movement!

Activated.

His speed tripled, and he vanished from his original spot in an instant.

"Interesting, a mere Seventh-Rank who has grasped a Secret Art. I'm quite pleased with this body."

Before his voice faded, the man's figure suddenly disappeared.

Just as Wei Qing reached the entrance of the Central Hall, the man reappeared and slammed his right hand towards Wei Qing's shoulder.

With a "crack" of bone breaking, Wei Qing's entire body was sent flying over ten meters like a kite with a broken string.

He crashed through two dragon-entwined pillars before finally stopping.

Wei Qing fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His right shoulder throbbed with excruciating pain, and his entire arm had gone numb.

He gritted his teeth, propping himself up with his left hand, and knelt on one knee, his sword supporting his posture.

The man in green slowly approached, "Kid, you can't escape. Just surrender to me obediently!"

"Old man, you wish."

Wei Qing sneered, a golden flash in his eyes. An invisible mental power attack crossed space, precisely piercing the man's brow.

The man in green instantly froze as if under a spell, his eyes dazed and vacant.

Wei Qing's attack didn't stop.

He shifted the blade of his left hand, and the remaining True Essence in his body poured madly into the Soul Slaying Blade, condensing a faint bloody sheen on the blade.

"Lotus Blossom!"

He erupted with a sudden burst of power, a bloody lotus blossom rising. Nine blade lights bloomed like lotuses, tracing perfect bloody trajectories in the void, aimed directly at the man in green's chest.

Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred.

The man in green pinched the Soul Slaying Blade between his fingers like iron pincers, preventing it from advancing further!

The daze in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, mocking glint. "A mental power attack? Too bad, my soul is not something your meager skills can shake."

Wei Qing's pupils contracted sharply, a sense of great danger surging in his heart. But before he could withdraw his sword—

"Crack!"

The man in green pointed a finger at Wei Qing's left shoulder, instantly shattering the bone. His entire left arm hung limply, and the Soul Slaying Blade fell to the ground.

"Dual Secret Arts, mental power attack. You truly didn't disappoint me." The man's figure transformed into a streak of light and directly entered Wei Qing's brow, his excited voice echoing above his sea of consciousness, "Kid, obediently hand over your body to me."

"You old bastard, I'd rather self-destruct than let you have it."

Facing the man in green's immense power, Wei Qing had only one path left: self-destruction!

Possession by a demon and harming the Human Race—

Wei Qing would never allow it to happen to him.

"Boom—"

Wei Qing's soul suddenly erupted with blinding blood-red light, his entire sea of consciousness violently shaking as if boiling.

"Kid!" The man in green's expression changed slightly, surprised by the opponent's fierce resolve. "Do you know that self-destructing your soul means eternal damnation?"

"So what? Even if I die, I won't let you, a demon, benefit." Wei Qing's seven orifices bled, but he laughed wildly and unrestrainedly. He spread his arms wide. "In this life, Wei Qing has no regrets!"

"You want to self-destruct? Ask me if I agree first."

The man in green slightly raised his right hand. But only halfway up, he was horrified to discover that his body wouldn't move.

"How embarrassing. The dignified Lord of the Eastern Domain is actually controlled by a mere Heavenly Demon."