This Life, Wei Mou, Also Has No Regrets!

"Wait for me, for what?"

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

Without waiting for him to understand, the other party waved a hand, and a stream of light entered Wei Qing's brow.

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

Huh?

Wei Qing became even more confused.

"Go, we... these scumbags are here again!"

Before he could finish speaking, a portal suddenly appeared behind the other party. With a roar, the figure plunged into the portal and disappeared.

The next moment.

Wei Qing's consciousness returned.

The old man's voice immediately rang out.

"The fallen star dust remains unchanged, the dragon trapped in shallow waters has not lost its scales, only when burned by tribulation fire can true gold be seen, 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 silently 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 inheritance you promised?"

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

Suddenly.

The star map on the hall's dome lit up!

A blazing 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 today?"

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 New Tianyuan Calendar."

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

He slowly landed, his long robes 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 pillars opened their eyes.

"Hmm." The green-clothed man suddenly lunged forward, almost face-to-face with Wei Qing. "You actually have Lord Liuli's aura on you. What is your relationship with Lord Liuli?"

Wei Qing took a step back, confused. "Senior, who is this Lord Liuli you speak of?"

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

The green-clothed man did not finish his sentence, and a hint of scrutiny appeared in his gaze as he looked at Wei Qing. "Since you don't recognize him, 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 green-clothed man suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter causing the star map on the dome to tremble and shed fragments. "That's good... that's good..."

Then, the man asked again, "What is the world like outside now? Have the demons been completely annihilated?"

"Although the demon race suffered heavy losses, there are still remnants lurking."

"Now, the threat of demons surges beneath the surface, and I fear a bloody storm will be stirred up again in the near future," Wei Qing replied truthfully.

"Alas." The green-clothed man sighed, looking up towards the outside of the hall. "I wonder when this chaotic era will end."

"Boy, I have a favor to ask of you."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qing quickly cupped his fists. "May I ask what the senior's request is? This junior will do his utmost to fulfill it."

"It's very simple."

Wei Qing was confused. "Very simple?"

The next moment.

The green-clothed man suddenly approached Wei Qing, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Lend me your body for a moment."

A cold light flashed.

Wei Qing stomped his right foot and suddenly retreated.

"Heh heh heh, it's too late to run now." The man in green laughed sinisterly, his figure darting forward like a ghost. His emaciated left hand transformed into a claw, aiming straight for Wei Qing's throat.

Seeing this.

Wei Qing's true essence surged within him.

Profound Meaning - Divine Movement!

He activated it.

His speed tripled, and his entire body instantly vanished from his original position.

"Interesting. A mere Seventh Rank cultivator has comprehended a Profound Meaning. I'm quite satisfied with this body."

Before his words even finished, the man's figure suddenly disappeared.

Just as Wei Qing reached the entrance of the Central Hall, the man's figure exploded into existence, slapping towards Wei Qing's right shoulder.

With a "crack" of bone breaking, Wei Qing's entire body was sent flying more than ten meters away 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 fresh blood. A piercing pain shot through his right shoulder, and his entire arm went numb.

He gritted his teeth, propped himself up with his hands, and rose to one knee, his left hand gripping his blade for support.

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

"Old geezer, you wish."

Wei Qing sneered, his eyes flashing gold. An invisible mental attack crossed the space, precisely piercing the man's brow.

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

Wei Qing's attack did not stop.

He shifted his blade with his left hand, channeling the remaining true essence within him into the Soul Reaper Blade. A faint bloody sheen condensed on the blade.

"Lotus Flower!"

He suddenly erupted, a bloody lotus flower rising. Nine blade lights bloomed like lotuses, carving perfect bloody trails in the air, aimed straight for the man in green's heart.

Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred.

The man in green's fingers clamped onto the Soul Reaper Blade like iron pincers, preventing it from advancing further!

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

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

"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 Reaper Blade dropped to the ground.

"Dual Profound Meanings, a mental attack. You truly didn't disappoint me." The man's figure transformed into a beam of light and directly entered Wei Qing's brow. His excited voice echoed in the sea of consciousness, "Kid, just hand over your body to me obediently."

"You old bastard, I'll self-destruct before I let you have it."

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

Possession by a demon, harming the human race.

Wei Qing would never allow this to happen to him.

"Boom—"

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

"Kid!" The man in green's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected the other party to be so resolute. "Do you know that self-destructing your soul will result in 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 first if I agree."

The man in green lightly raised his right hand. But halfway through, he discovered in horror that his body could not move.

"How shameful. The Lord of the Eastern Domain, controlled by a mere Earth Demon."