"A... a monster..."
"Monster!"
The three men were terrified before they died. They had never seen anything like this.
"Qingqing."
Lin Yang helped Mu Qingqing up and sealed the wound on her severed arm to prevent her from losing too much blood.
"Lin Yang... run... Qingyang Town is finished."
Mu Qingqing pushed at Lin Yang's chest, hoping he would flee at once.
Lin Yang looked at her resolutely. "We're leaving together! I want you to live!"
Mu Qingqing was deeply moved. Lin Yang was a blockhead who did not understand love; this was probably the nicest thing he had ever said.
"If we leave together, I'll only become a burden to you."
"With your talent, as long as you escape, you'll definitely be able to join a great sect and cultivate. Before long, you'll possess formidable strength."
"Then, you'll surely avenge me and the Lineage. That will be enough for me!"
Although Mu Qingqing desperately wanted to leave with Lin Yang, she still refused rationally.
One person could escape far more easily than two.
Moreover, she was severely wounded and had lost an arm. Less than one-tenth of her strength remained; leaving together would only make her a burden.
"Go!"
Without another word, Lin Yang carried Mu Qingqing onto his back and prepared to leave.
But at that moment, even more bandits noticed them and swiftly surrounded them.
Even the bandit leader looked over.
Lin Yang gripped his broken sword, his expression resolute as he stared fearlessly at his surroundings.
The power granted by the Thunder Battle Physique was still there. He could unleash strength far beyond his realm.
"Kill him."
Standing atop a six-winged demonic tiger, the bandit leader spoke coldly.
At once, more than a dozen nearby bandits revealed savage smiles. They glanced at Mu Qingqing, their eyes filled with lewd intent.
"Wait."
Beside the mountain of corpses piled up in Qingyang Town sat a young man in blood-red robes. Noticing what was happening, he rose to his feet and walked over.
"Young Master."
Everyone, including the bandit leader, bowed respectfully.
The blood-robed young man stopped a short distance before Lin Yang and Mu Qingqing. With a surprised expression, he said, "A Thunder Battle Physique. Not bad. You are qualified to become my servant. Submit to me, and you may live!"
"You're dreaming!"
Lin Yang answered without hesitation.
This man was the true leader of the bandits, the one who had slaughtered his blood relatives. There was no way Lin Yang would ever submit to him.
"You dare refuse me?"
The blood-robed young man narrowed his eyes, a cold gleam flashing within them. Since childhood, no one had ever dared refuse his invitation!
His talent was unparalleled. His attempt to recruit Lin Yang was an act of appreciation.
Yet Lin Yang was so blind to favors and ignorant of good and evil!
"You seek death! The Young Master is giving you face by taking you as his servant, yet you refuse to appreciate his kindness!"
The bandits immediately flew into a rage, raising their magical artifacts as though they wished they could tear Lin Yang apart.
The blood-robed young man said, "Do you know who I am? Do you know what status I hold, that you dare reject me?"
"Low-Grade Saint Talent!!"
"Found him!"
Hua Yunfei stared at the blood-robed young man in delight.
This man had originally been sitting there without moving, so he had not attracted Hua Yunfei's attention at all.
Who would have thought that he was a genius with Low-Grade Saint Talent!
Hua Yunfei immediately examined his information.
Name: Ou Haochen Age: Twenty-five Realm: Seventh Layer of the Core Formation Realm Identity: Young Master of the Blood Spirit Sect, disciple of the Blood Spirit Sage Remnant Soul! Cultivation Talent: Low-Grade Saint Talent Other Talents: Low-Grade Saint Blood Dao Talent, Low-Grade Saint Fist Dao Talent Physique: None Cultivation Arts: Blood Spirit Art (Mid-Grade Heaven Grade), Blood-Drinking Curse (Mid-Grade Saint Grade), Primal Chaos Fist Art (Dao Grade Apex) Divine Abilities: None Magical Artifact: Blood-Drinking Sword Luck: Blue!
"Young Master of the Blood Spirit Sect?"
"Blood Spirit Sect? I don't recall it. It must be some backwater sect."
Hua Yunfei shook his head, focusing on Ou Haochen's second identity. "Disciple of the Blood Spirit Sage Remnant Soul!"
"An old grandpa Remnant Soul?"
"Fuck, a cheat!"
A mere Blue Luck holder had a Sage-level old grandpa Remnant Soul helping him. He had truly stepped in dog shit.
I'm This Strong—Shouldn't I Be Arrogant?
Not only did Ou Haochen have a Sage Remnant Soul as his master, his own talent was also exceptional.
Low-Grade Saint Talent—across the entire Eastern Region, it placed one at the very pinnacle of the pyramid.
With normal growth, his future achievements would be boundless!
He could stand shoulder to shoulder with a Holy Son of a sacred ground!
Low-Grade Saint Talent—talent fit for sainthood!
Such talent had not been difficult to find thirty thousand years ago, during the era of the Profound Yellow Great Emperor.
Even among the Ultimate Sacred Ground's top geniuses, most possessed talent fit for sainthood!
But in the present Era of Dharma Decline, talent fit for sainthood was exceedingly rare. Not even one could emerge from among a million people!
Because the laws of heaven and earth suppressed them, those who might have possessed the talent of a Great Sage or even a Quasi-Emperor had they been born thirty thousand years ago were all suppressed to Low-Grade Saint Talent if born in this era!
Being born in the wrong era affected one's entire life.
To change that, one would have to wait for the Era of Dharma Decline to pass. Only then could one's talent possibly improve!
The target set by the system was simply too high. According to Hua Yunfei's own thinking,
aside from the inheritor of Daoyuan Peak, it would be enough for the other disciples to remain at Dao Grade.
With such high requirements, they were far too difficult to find.
However...
He had finally encountered one!
Ou Haochen!
Hua Yunfei stared at him, but his brows gradually furrowed.
"This child..."
He discovered that although this man possessed outstanding talent, his character was far too poor. He was a despicable man.
Hearing Ou Haochen's words, Lin Yang sneered. "What does your identity have to do with me?"
Ou Haochen snorted coldly, then suddenly smiled and said:
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