This old woman's voice was gentle, but her words were razor-sharp!
And of course, she was not saying all this for the baby in her swaddling clothes to hear.
At that very moment, the two Jing Family members, one old and one young, were being blocked in a patch of forest by two vicious men, one in front and one behind.
Guarding the front was a short, stout old brute. He held a round-headed copper hammer in his hand. He was five feet tall, but his waist measured four feet around, making him look like a fierce-faced Stone Roller.
Blocking the rear was a tall, skinny scarecrow. He gripped a slender iron spike in one hand. More than seven feet tall and gaunt as a rake, he resembled a Bamboo Pole with a sinister expression.
The two men had gone to considerable lengths to corner this last remnant of the Jing Family. No matter how unpleasant the old woman's words were, they would not withdraw so easily.
The Bamboo Pole spoke at once:
"Old Madam of the Jing Family, what happened to your household has little to do with my brother and me. Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt its debtor. If your Jing Family ever has a day when you can rise again, just go find the true debtor and take your revenge."
"My brother and I have blocked your path only because we wish to borrow your Jing Family's 'Destiny Book' for a look."
"Our inheritance has been damaged, and we lack the Destiny Constitution Refinement Method required for cultivation. Our cultivation has been unable to advance, and it has been truly unbearable. We ask that you do us this favor!"
The Bamboo Pole's voice was hard and cold. Beneath his seemingly courteous words, there was nothing but murderous intent!
Hearing voices, Jing Qian, wrapped in swaddling clothes, forced open his bleary eyes and hazily observed the situation before him.
He paid no attention to the two vicious bandits blocking the road, one before and one behind.
What astonished him more was that the little hanging basket he was in was suspended from a strand of glowing blue spider silk.
And the grandmother of this lifetime of his was actually sitting cross-legged high above them, atop the head of a green spider more than ten feet tall.
The spider was enormous and terrifying to behold. Its eight long legs, covered in bristling hairs and sharp spines, were nevertheless slender and powerful.
Granny Qi completely ignored what the Bamboo Pole was saying. She did not even spare him a proper glance.
Her entire heart and mind were focused on Jing Qian, who had just opened his eyes before her.
"My little grandson is awake?"
"Did these two bandits wake you?"
"Don't be afraid. Let Grandma put on a good show for you!"
The old woman reached out with both hands, lifted Jing Qian from the hanging basket, and cradled him in her arms.
Suddenly, a sharp iron spike thrust viciously from behind her at an angle, aimed straight at the vital point of her back!
In that instant, the Bamboo Pole had actually crossed several dozen meters and charged right up to her!
Infused with his Magic Power, the iron spike had turned black as ink. It shot forward at blinding speed, giving off a sharp, ringing whistle!
But in the next second, the Bamboo Pole felt his left leg go numb. His strength shifted, and his painstakingly honed assassination strike deviated by nearly a foot!
His tall figure flashed past the old woman's side, missing her completely.
Yet the iron spike's peerless thrust did not miss its target.
At the point where his strength ran out, the Stone Roller had already been waiting there for quite some time in the direction the spike was pointing.
The pitch-black iron spike plunged straight into the other man's chest and burst out through his back, bringing with it a gush of bright-red blood!
Throughout the entire process, the two men did not utter a word, as though they themselves were mortal enemies locked in a life-or-death feud!
But on closer inspection, both men's mouths had been firmly stitched shut with fine, dense strands of pale-blue spider silk!
With their mouths sealed, the two vicious men naturally could not frighten the baby beside them.
Not only that, but fine strands of spider silk had somehow also wrapped around every joint of their bodies!
They had been secretly ambushed long ago and turned into puppets of this Demonic Beasts spider!
The muscles throughout their bodies tensed, and their forms trembled again and again. Clearly, they were struggling with all their might.
But Magic Power had gathered within those delicate strands of spider silk. They were extremely fine yet extraordinarily heavy, crushing the two men until they had no room to resist!
Then, under the spider silk's manipulation, the two men began making bizarre movements!
The Bamboo Pole used the iron spike in his right hand to stab into the Stone Roller's chest. He then hoisted him up and laid him sideways across his waist.
With his left hand, he snatched the iron hammer from the Stone Roller's grasp and swung it at his face.
"Bang!"
The hammer came down, and blood sprayed everywhere!
But the Bamboo Pole did not stop. He swung the hammer again and again, each blow rising and falling in a frenzy!
As he swung the hammer, he stretched out his body and began dancing a bizarre dance!
"Bang!"
"Bang, bang!"
"Bang!"
The dance was a bloody, mangled spectacle, yet it was filled with an astonishing rhythm!
Jing Qian, nestled in the old woman's arms, watched everything unfold before his eyes. A thought rose involuntarily in the depths of his mind:
"Ansai Waist Drum?"
And so, the Bamboo Pole treated the Stone Roller as a human waist drum. Beating him as he danced, he splashed his good brother's blood everywhere and forged a path ahead!
The Bamboo Pole possessed cultivation. Under the spider silk's control, he moved as fast as a galloping horse, like some strange breed racing forward in a spray of blood.
Behind him, the spirit spider moved even faster. In the mountain forest, it traveled as easily as walking on level ground, without disturbing the old woman and child on its back in the slightest.
They had not gone far when the luckless Stone Roller, after taking forty-seven hammer blows from his own brother, finally breathed his last.
Most of his skull had been smashed to pieces before he died. His vitality could certainly be called tenacious!
At the instant he died, a patch of green light shot directly into Jing Qian's brow and entered his Niwan Palace.
Everyone present failed to notice the entire process.
Once he obtained that patch of light, Jing Qian immediately sensed it, and the one-year-old child promptly fell asleep.
When he woke again, he had returned to that narrow space!
And the fierce-faced Stone Roller had indeed appeared there!
Unlike the previous enemy, however, the Stone Roller did not launch an attack on his own initiative.
Jing Qian stood before his own stone stele without moving, and the Stone Roller also remained where he was.
With the stone stele as the center, a circle with a radius of one meter formed a Safe Zone.
Jing Qian carefully examined the Stone Roller before him and tentatively stepped half a pace outside.
The next second, the Stone Roller on the other side suddenly rolled forward. Swinging his iron hammer, he charged at Jing Qian at astonishing speed!
The few meters between them vanished in an instant. The iron hammer whistled like the wind, only to crash heavily against a transparent curtain of light.
Jing Qian had already pulled back the half-step he had taken.
The existence of this curtain of light kept him completely safe.
The Stone Roller's full-force hammer blow was forcibly repelled by the stone stele's higher-level power. The backlash sent him flying and inflicted some damage.
As he spat blood and his internal organs were injured, a small clump of denser greenish-white smoke emerged from his body.
In the blink of an eye, the smoke drifted to Jing Qian's side and merged into him.
After receiving this wisp of smoke, his strength increased slightly once more. But there had been too little smoke, and he did not obtain any memories.
He watched with his own eyes as a line of information on the stone stele before him suddenly flickered!
Destiny Essence: 0.11
The increase in Destiny Essence stirred Jing Qian's thoughts, and he once again stepped half a pace outside.
Sure enough, the Stone Roller struggled to his feet, then rolled toward him once more!
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