The Truth of Everything

In an inn in Liuyun Town, the morning sun shone through the window, illuminating the room.

Lin Yunzhi slowly woke up, only to find himself bound by thin ropes, unable to move. He wanted to shout but found that his throat couldn't make a sound.

There were two people in black in the room, a man and a woman. Both wore specially made bamboo-slat masks, appearing extremely mysterious.

One of the mysterious figures held a white porcelain bowl containing a yellow liquid. He walked up to Lin Yunzhi and began to force-feed him.

Lin Yunzhi felt terrified. He struggled to break free, but the ropes binding him tightened, making escape impossible. He could only watch helplessly as the person poured the liquid from the bowl into his mouth.

As the medicine entered his system, a peculiar aura quickly filled Lin Yunzhi's entire body. He felt as if he were soaring through the clouds, a sense of pleasure mixed with confusion.

Soon, a strange expression appeared on Lin Yunzhi's face, a smile of self-satisfaction and recklessness. He closed his eyes, as if immersed in a celestial realm.

At this moment, the mysterious figure wearing the bamboo-slat mask quietly watched Lin Yunzhi. He observed Lin Yunzhi being mesmerized by the effects of the medicine, his eyes holding only a deep, cold indifference.

Lin Yunzhi was lost in a hazy mist, becoming a fool who answered every question.

Li Shuidao held the Blood Pattern Jade Gui and began to inquire about its origin...

Seventeen years ago.

Old Master Lin Yuanxiu of the Lin family, in order to break through the cultivation bottleneck of the late Spirit Refining Realm, ventured into a hidden ancient tomb.

This ancient tomb was no ordinary place; it clearly bore the traces of cultivators. The tomb was filled with intricate mechanisms and dense traps.

Seven cultivators from the Azure Scale Hall in the Spirit Refining Realm broke into it. The mechanisms deep within the ancient tomb activated, sometimes with storms and thunder, other times with landslides and earthquakes, making the journey extremely perilous.

In the end, only three people survived. Old Master Lin Yuanxiu also obtained a blood-red jade gui.

This jade gui was entirely blood-red. Although it appeared ordinary, Old Master Lin Yuanxiu treasured it as a priceless artifact, kept his mouth shut about it, and studied it repeatedly...

After a period of research...

Old Master Lin Yuanxiu discovered that by infusing his Magical Power into the Blood Pattern Jade Gui and submerging it in a well under the moonlight, he could decipher its secrets.

Whenever the moonlight filled the well and the water's surface was calm and undisturbed, a peculiar change occurred.

Ethereal characters appeared on the surface of the well. Old Master Lin Yuanxiu recorded these characters, eventually obtaining the complete inheritance of the Blood Demon White Bone Technique.

The Blood Demon White Bone Technique was a powerful Demonic Dao cultivation method.

Even from just fragments of the cultivation method's inheritance, one could glimpse its power.

Cultivating this technique allowed one to possess Blood Bone Slaves. When fighting an opponent, the Blood Bone Slaves could transform into blood-light demonic creatures, enter the enemy's body, absorb their life energy and vital essence, and then transfer the converted power to the cultivator, causing their strength to increase rapidly.

However, Lin Yuanxiu could not cultivate this technique himself.

Cultivating the Blood Demon White Bone Technique required a Blood Bone Slave as a Companion. Unfortunately, his Companion was an Azure Scale Beast thirty feet long, and a Companion could not be replaced. This filled Lin Yuanxiu with regret.

Lin Family Ancestral Hall.

Secret Meeting Room.

Red candlelight reflected on the composed faces of Lin Yuanxiu and several family elders.

Lin Yuanxiu's voice was low and firm: "The secret of the Blood Demon White Bone Technique can only be known by us elders. You must never spread it. Then, who among the younger generation of the family will cultivate this technique..."

The elders nodded in silence. After a moment of contemplation, they collectively decided: Lin Yunzhi, the direct descendant of the family, was the most suitable candidate to cultivate the Blood Demon White Bone Technique.

To cultivate the Blood Demon White Bone Technique, one must first obtain a Blood Bone Slave.

Obtaining a Blood Bone Slave was a very complicated process. It not only required a large amount of spiritual materials to create formations but also the blood sacrifice of a thousand souls. The resentment of these thousand souls would be integrated into a living body. Ten years later, after tormenting the person to death, the thousand souls would erupt and merge into the bone marrow, thus creating a Blood Bone Slave.

"Blood Bone First Appearance, Vengeful Spirit Awakens, merge with my spirit, become my ultimate strength..."

Precisely because the process was so arduous, Lin Yuanxiu had to reveal the truth to the family elders.

Confessing to the family elders, although it allowed him to mobilize family resources to eventually create a Blood Bone Slave, it also sowed the seeds for the family's potential downfall.

After all, everyone had their own selfish desires...

A small fishing village in Cangzhou with over a thousand inhabitants.

Late at night...

An altar stood quietly in the center of the village.

As usual, Xia Ruoxue slept soundly beside her family. However, the trajectory of fate began to change at this moment.

Xia Ruoxue, only four or five years old, was stealthily carried by Lin family cultivators onto the altar.

The altar was divided into a high and low section. On the high section was a young boy named Lin Yunzhi, while on the low section was Xia Ruoxue.

Lin Yunzhi was still young and unaware of the family's secrets. He treated the ritual as a children's game.

Lin Yunzhi gazed intently at Xia Ruoxue's delicate face, a nascent emotion stirring within him.

The small fishing village was filled with tranquility in the morning.

Xia Ruoxue, a little girl, woke up in her parents' arms, rubbing her eyes as usual.

At the dining table, her parents and family members silently prepared breakfast for her, but their faces were shrouded in a heavy grayness.

However, the tranquility of the entire small fishing village was shattered by piercing wails.

From early morning, elderly villagers began to collapse one after another.

Their loved ones moaned powerlessly, tears wetting their eyes.

The scene of chaos in the small fishing village unfolded before Xia Ruoxue's eyes, the people astonished, helpless, and some even starting to break down.

They supported each other, but couldn't stop the spread of death.

Gradually...

Sorrow and pain enveloped the entire village, every cry seeming like a struggle against fate.

As evening fell, Xia Ruoxue stood alone in the desolate wilderness. She gazed at the fallen people, a sense of powerlessness and deep despair surging within her, as if trapped in a dark mist.

At this moment, an old man, aged yet kind, approached Xia Ruoxue.

He slowly reached out his hand, gently wiping the tears from her face. "This is a terrible plague. From now on, I am willing to be your adoptive father. You will follow me from now on, child."

The old man's voice was gentle yet firm, his eyes filled with hope and benevolence.

He was Lin Yuanxiu, the head of the Lin family, and the mastermind behind it all.

Lin Yunzhi haltingly recounted the entire affair...

Hearing about the small fishing village, a strong wave of grief and anger suddenly surged in Xia Ruoxue's heart.

She remembered the despair of her parents, relatives, and siblings falling one by one beside her. Pain and despair washed over her like a tide, and she felt as if she were trapped in a mad nightmare.

Her eyes were wild, the mask on her face was torn off, the waist knife in her hand gleamed with cold light, and she had completely lost control.

"Ah!" A roar filled with the pain of betrayal and hurt.

Slash!

One stab, two stabs, each one piercing the abdomen.

Lin Yunzhi, lost in his hallucination, felt no pain at all. Instead, he chuckled foolishly.

"Xue'er, killing him now will only let him die in joy. He won't feel any pain. Let me do it," Li Shuidao said compassionately.