Little Human World

Foreword:

The road ahead is long and arduous, but we are ready to start anew.

[Part 1: Preparing the Wine]

Xia Bang not only inherited Chinese characters, but also most of the dregs of the Moral Divine Sword technique.

This includes the wine culture. The story of the Blood Jade Guanyin Bodhisattva giving away Immortal Honey is also called the Toasting Festival in Black Wind Ridge, a traditional festival of the simple and honest folk Hefeng Town.

In the early days, banquets were held for births, old age, illnesses, deaths, weddings, and settling down. These were considered major events, and it was only natural to offer toasts. Later, banquets were held for moving, starting construction, building fields, digging wells, buying horses, having pigs born, and even when the family dog turned one year old.

This "whole" means that you are wasting your time and wasting your time.

To tell the story of the Hundred Eyes Demon, it all comes down to how he was ruined by alcohol.

He was initially an honest farmer who didn't drink at first. However, he became annoyed by his relatives and friends in town. The village bully liked to take advantage of people, and the Hundred-Eyed Boy gave money and gifts as gifts during festivals. He lost a lot of money by drinking big and small bottles of wine. So he started drinking as well.

Because Bai Mu was hardworking and reliable, he was blessed with a good life. The Zhu family promised him a daughter, but when the wedding day arrived, all four Zhuzhu sisters had to marry the same man—Bai Mu was in a dilemma because he didn't know which one was his real fiancée.

Later, the Zhu family patriarch confessed that all four of his daughters had slept with him and had physical intimacy with Bai Mu.

Bai Mu is going to host four big banquets this time, and he's been so anxious that he hasn't slept for several nights. This is both a great blessing and a great disaster—he doesn't know how much chicken, duck, fish, mutton, pork, and beef he'll need, and he'll have to prepare four portions of each.

The Buddha Sculptor, misled by Judas, claimed that there was a deity brewing honey wine inside the red stone when he acquired the Blood Jade Guanyin Bodhisattva. He said that the cost of the banquet and wine would be saved, and he could make as much as he wanted.

After drinking the mead, Bai Mu and Zhuzhu received the magic power of the immortals and transformed into Wings of Light —from then on, they became the core of the entire feast and the demons of Black Wind Ridge. During festivals, the whole town had to prepare a grand feast for the local earth god temples, and the two demons received countless gifts.

For such a simple reason, for such a pure cause, Hefeng Town became Black Wind Town.

At this moment, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord had reached a dead end.

--It has no story, no unbearable suffering, no bumpy and rugged path, and no musical dream to play the victim.

Throughout the entire ordeal, this villain never felt he had done anything wrong.

In Xiabang, this is the demon king nurtured by the sword of morality; he can be without scheming or intelligence, and doesn't even need grand plans or ambitious aspirations.

A single happy occasion, a whole banquet, can be enough to make someone wholeheartedly sell out most of their life.

It takes a hundred years for Bai Mu to complete this journey.

Many things have changed, such as its Zhuzhu sister Zhuzhu, its mountain stronghold, and its magical powers. It has been repeatedly defeated by Judas and used as a tool of violence. All of this has distorted morality, customs, laws, and rules beyond recognition. The pace of change is very slow, like advancing one step at a time, but it has never stopped.

We reached the wild path halfway up the mountain just as dawn was breaking.

The Black Demon King, clad in black armor and wielding a large, jet-black sword, blocked the Zhao Brothers' path.

The sky gradually turned blue, and the sun, like a bright yellow egg, struggled to climb out of the mountain valley, turning the mossy ground a yellow hue.

The person guarding the Zhao Brothers was Jiang Xueming.

He found these ordinary people earlier and anticipated that Bai Mu would come after him.

He blocked Zhao Jianxiong behind him, fearing that the hothead would seek his own death. Jianying, on the other hand, was quite self-aware and quickly hugged Xiangxiang, tugging at his younger brother's clothes, wanting to hide in the mountains.

Jiang Xueming said, "I've finally waited for you."

The warrior, bare-chested and without armor, stood facing the light, holding a short blade. He handed the student a protective armor, which, though useless, could save Wu Xiuwen's life with its aura.

"You destroyed my temple, killed my wife, stole my immortal embryo, and ruined my cultivation." The Hundred Eyes Demon was furious to the extreme, but he calmed down instead, because anger is a negative emotion and it cannot help him take revenge.

Avoiding the sunlit side of the rock platform, Hyakume didn't step forward voluntarily, and continued, "You knew I would come?"

"I killed your wife in Guanyin Cave." Xue Ming's words were like daggers, meant to drive Bai Mu mad and damage its spiritual foundation. "Before it died, this spider monster was still discussing with me how to trick you and harm you, so that you and the Buddha Sculptor would fight to the death, and it would choose me as its new husband."

Bai Mu did not respond; it had been fleeing in the mountains for half a day, so it should have guessed what was going on.

Jiang Xueming knew that winning someone's heart seemed impossible, so she continued—

"--I killed it, don't you hate me?"

"Hehehe," Hyakume suddenly laughed with relief, revealing two bloodshot eyes in the darkness, his fur scattering along with his spiritual pressure. "Hmph. Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Jiang Xueming: "You beast, what are you laughing at?"

Bai Mu: "In that case, I should thank you, brother! You killed that vixen, and now I'm free to do as I please. The past is gone, and my heart is at peace."

Human emotions are so fragile, let alone after one transforms into a demon?

"Having survived this ordeal," Bai Mu murmured, "My heart is filled with joy and emptiness. The mountains are peaceful now, free from all the trivial matters and orders—I no longer need to be a king."

Jiang Xueming: "Your help in killing the Buddha Sculptor is a good deed."

"You killed the Buddha Sculptor?!" Bai Mu suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "Good riddance! You did the right thing!"

Jiang Xueming: "But it can't outweigh the debts you've accumulated."

"Hero! What shall I do with you?" Bai Mu spread his arms and effortlessly lifted the heavy sword with one hand—a provocative challenge.

Jiang Xueming: "Before we make a move, I'll return this elemental essence to you."

As he said this, he tossed a cloth bag over.

The bag contained Bai Mu's "lower body," which was the essence absorbed by [Midas Touch], the flesh and blood seized from Bai Mu's body, and had been refined into a human-faced pill.

This round, fleshy ball also has a tattoo, which is a Yaksha demon painting based on the Hundred-Eyed Face.

"Eat it." Jiang Xueming beckoned, "Come and die."

"What courage!" Hundred Eyes was not picky at all. It immediately transformed into its original form and swallowed the human-faced immortal pill in one gulp, restoring its full strength. With the blood and bones of Zhuzhu churning in its stomach, it felt its spiritual energy surge and its strength emerge.

"How arrogant!"

When Baimu transformed back into human form, its spine grew back, and it no longer needed the Soul Dissolving Sword to help it. It felt like it had become a "human" again—it had become "him." It wanted to go back to Hefeng Town to take one last look, to live the life of a farmer, and to work honestly and diligently.

[Part ②·Bright and Clear World]

Zhao Jianxiong cried out anxiously, "Master! I'm here to help you!"

"Get lost." Jiang Xueming Jianxiong without any politeness, "Protecting students is a teacher's responsibility. My teacher didn't have this ability before, and I understand him—but I have to keep my word."

Upon being reprimanded, Jianxiong involuntarily stepped back.

Only then did he begin to feel astonishment and panic.

--An overwhelming Inspiration Pressure enveloped him.

Psychic energy flowed unrestrainedly from the master's limbs and bones, like a tiger awakening from a half-dream state, shaking off the snow water from its fur, its eyes gleaming coldly.

The Hundred Eyes Demon was finally able to see Zhang Congfeng's spiritual pressure. In an instant, blood gushed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. This time it wasn't a burst capillary, but a real case of rapid heart rate and a spasm that caused his rapidly expanding respiratory tract to rupture!

That spiritual pressure was terrifying and horrifying!!!

It was as if a person had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood! His body was filled with shrill screams of agony!

The Hundred Eyes Demon immediately dropped his sword, covered his mouth and nose with both hands, and blood could be seen flowing from between his fingers. His face was pale. He straightened up again with his sword and looked at Zhang Congfeng. The man, who stood firm like an iron tower, was like an insurmountable wall, protecting the Zhao Brothers and Xiangxiang, waiting for the Hundred-Eyed Demon to make a move and seek death.

Bai Mu thought that perhaps even the name Zhang Congfeng was fake, that he was Imperial Physician and that he came from the Nine Realms —it was all a lie.

He had never witnessed such domineering spiritual pressure. Even when the Lingguang Buddha came to suppress him, there was no such strong pressure, no such terrifying killing intent.

Bai Mu asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Jiang Xueming: "Anonymous."

Bai Mu then asked, "I want a name! You cowardly coward! I want your real name!"

"It's the anonymous person," Jiang Xueming truthfully replied. "He's dead. If you're not coming, I can go to him."

Bai Mu did not back down. He stepped into the sunlight with his sword drawn—still subject to the slashing of the sword of morality. He did not want to be the "cowardly rat" he described himself, so he pressed forward step by step.

When they were about twenty paces apart, Jiang Xueming asked, "Don't want to hide anymore?"

Bai Mu shook his head, gripped his heavy sword tightly, his breathing became rapid, his skin turned red, and his hair began to burn.

"The sun may be scorching, but I'm not afraid!"

When they were about twelve or thirteen steps apart, Jiang Xueming asked again, "Aren't you going to run away?"

Bai Mu swayed, his blood pressure soared, and he felt the inner core in his stomach begin to riot, unable to control the holy blood within him.

"Where can't I go?! What right do you, you scoundrel, have to tell me what to do?!"

When they were about five or six steps apart, Jiang Xueming asked again, "Are you out of your mind?"

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" Bai Mu grinned maliciously, "I will avenge the murder of my wife!"

Zhuzhu no longer considers him her husband.

He must still perform the rituals of this moral sword, and abide by the rules of this great lock in his heart.

Jiang Xueming: "Then I can only call you a hero. Let's go!"

At arm's length and sword's length away, Bai Mu suddenly raised his sword and leaped up, sweeping away his previous dejected look.

Zhao Jianxiong exclaimed, "Master, be careful! This thief is trying to scam you!"

Xue Ming could easily see through Baimu's intentions. When it came to the tricks of war, he had seen more demons than Baimu had killed people.

The Demon Lord's sword was incredibly fast; he burst through the main gate to kill, determined to secure victory with a single, self-sacrificing thrust.

Berloberg was no match for the heavy sword. When Fragrant Dream threw a punch, a gust of wind rose up in the vast sky!

Just one round!

Bai Mu slumped to the side, staggering, and his sword broke.

His face was injured by the punch, so he couldn't see the specific appearance of the iron-clad deity. A dozen scarlet shadows lashed out from behind him, about to unleash their soul power to deal with Zhang Congfeng.

The inner demon crawled out of the Pure Realm again, and upon seeing Xue Ming's face, it was terrified.

Undeterred, Bai Mu gritted his teeth and unleashed a series of sword strikes!

Attacking the arm, striking the wrist joint, cutting fingers--

--The ruthless and vicious sword moves were fast and steady, striking out the Fragrant Dream.

The sword and the spirit collided, creating sparks and waves that made Xiangxiang cry bitterly. Fearing that her benefactor would die and she would have no way to live, she held a funeral for herself in advance, and her dead heart came back to life for a while.

Two more rounds later, the sunlight shone on Bai Mu's wounded face, onto his rotten eyes and nose, and into his very bones and blood, causing him to vomit several more mouthfuls of blood.

"--That feels good! That feels good! That's really good!"

He let out a strange cry and was sent flying by the iron-clad cat. When he tried to do a somersault, his waist went limp, and he rolled up in a sorry state, raising his broken sword to attack again.

This time, the meat was stewed in an iron pot for a full time. In Xue Ming's eyes, the meat tendons and membranes were thoroughly tenderized, and he could now use his full strength to cut it.

Berloberg had no intention of competing with the broken sword. Xue Ming stopped calling for his spirit to leave his body, and his movements became unpredictable and elusive as he engaged in a battle of wits with Baimu.

A hundred eyes watched as the sword came, and he drew his sword to chop and slash.

--Bai Mu's sword moves were not as fierce and sharp as in the first round. Xue Ming followed suit and bullied others. The deadly attacks in his eyes also became weaknesses, and the two of them worked together to dissect them.

With two or three slashes, all that remained of Bai Mu's sword-wielding hand was a bloody humerus, with no flesh left.

After three or four cuts, Bai Mu felt a sharp pain in his heart and couldn't stop crying; a large hole appeared in his chest.

After five or six cuts, Bai Mu wanted to say something, but when the scalding cut was wiped across his neck, no blood flowed out, only a burning sensation remained.

He leaned on his sword and took a few steps forward, wanting to fight another round. But his legs wouldn't obey him; the scorching sun had rotted them to the roots—his body collapsed forward, and he died.

Zhao Jianxiong watched anxiously from the side, not daring to speak, for fear of distracting his master—clearly unaware of how strong Jiang Xueming's ability to resist interference and his concentration were.

Zhao Jianying could only sigh, shielding Xiangxiang behind him. Caught in the throes of morality, he harbored evil thoughts and uttered a single sentence.

"My benefactor... he was indeed a hero. Shall we bury him?"

"Bullshit!" Jiang Xueming shouted fiercely, "This bastard even deserves to be a tomb? Leaving his body in the wilderness is too good for him. He'd only make rice expensive if he lived! His bones wouldn't even be worth anything as fertilizer!"

Zhao Jianying was insulted, but somewhat indignant, and wanted to retort forcefully.

"--The Hundred Eyes Demon didn't flee, didn't hide, but stood in the sunlight to duel with you, my benefactor. Isn't that the mark of a righteous and honorable hero?"

Jiang Xueming rolled her eyes. "That was because I was giving it face, coaxing and deceiving it, taking advantage of its dim head and getting it under my control. If I fought it in the dense forest, I would worry about getting hurt and about your safety. But if it dares to run away, things are even simpler. I have nine ways to kill it from behind."

Zhao Jianying was speechless.

Jiang Xueming spoke to Jianxiong with earnest but sarcastic words—

"--If anyone tries to provoke you or your elder brother like that in the future, your elder brother will probably accept it without hesitation. He and Xiangxiang in his arms will become the next Hundred Eyes Demon and the Goddess Zhuzhu."

Zhao Jianxiong laughed awkwardly, "No, no, it's just a joke, right?"

"If someone uses this trick against you," Jiang Xueming secretly winked and whispered to his student, telling him to remember, "You must think, practice diligently, and perhaps in ten or twenty years, when your enemy is old and sick, you'll still have a chance to take revenge. Now that you're dead, there's no chance left!"

"Just yell at him—'Don't talk to me about this nonsense that insults your intelligence,' and then run away! You absolutely must run away!"

Then look at the corpse of Bai Mu, which bursts into flames in the bright sunlight.

It turned into dust flying everywhere, coming from Hefeng Town and returning to Hefeng Town.

It's completely dead!