The Weak Should Be Humiliated by the Strong! (Please Follow)

The moon in the sky underwent a strange transformation, as though countless hands and feet had sprouted from within it and were about to fall from the moon.

The entire grassland seemed to come alive, with many giant "mosquitoes" bearing beautiful women's heads burrowing out of the ground.

The hands and feet on the moon wanted to come down, while those "mosquitoes" flew into the sky one after another, wanting to go up.

This scene lasted for roughly the time it took to burn an incense stick before the "mosquitoes" emerging from underground finally began to dwindle.

Gu Qingfeng had just picked up the Crimson Corruption Godscale from the ground when countless heads suddenly emerged from the earth, letting out laughter like children.

Those heads were shaped like watermelons and green in color, yet each bore the face of a wide-eyed child.

They burst through the soil and shot upward, laughing merrily, only to be swiftly dragged back down by the vines connected beneath them, whereupon they let out miserable cries.

The heads bobbed up and down across the grassland—laughing when they rose and crying when they sank. It was both sinister and absurd.

At that moment, a startled gray wolf darted over.

One of the children's heads abruptly enveloped the wolf's head. A smiling face appeared on the head, and then it quickly detached itself from the gray wolf's body.

The gray wolf standing there no longer had a head.

Had that child's head severed and eaten its head?

The sight was undoubtedly bizarre.

By then, the nearby heads had already noticed Gu Qingfeng and the caravan.

They flew over in droves, only to be driven back in an instant by the divine radiance of the idol and the golden light emanating from Gu Qingfeng, leaving behind waves of unwilling wails.

In Gu Qingfeng's eyes, the once utterly quiet grassland had long since become a battlefield where demons danced in wild disorder.

He finally understood why the caravan members had suddenly become so nervous, hurriedly dehydrating themselves and hiding inside the idol.

This "lively" scene did not last long.

The hands and feet that had emerged from the moon gradually withdrew, and the moonlight gradually returned to normal.

The flying "mosquitoes" and the "human heads" on the ground seemed to lose interest in the moon all at once. They fell back to the ground one after another, and even the holes they had just crawled out of slowly shrank until they were nearly invisible.

Only then did the caravan members crawl out of the little idol one by one.

The "stove" beneath the little idol was tiny, and only dehydrated people like them could squeeze inside.

They returned to the places where they had just dehydrated themselves. The water they had shed was still on the ground, and they quickly lay back down in it.

Before long, as the water was absorbed back into their bodies, their paper-thin, shriveled bodies gradually plumped up again and returned to normal.

After that, the caravan members all stood up.

Still, it was clear that they had lost some water. Some had withered faces, as though they had suffered failed cosmetic surgery, their cheeks sagging.

Yet even with sagging faces, every one of them looked at Gu Qingfeng with reverence.

Because while hiding inside the idol, they had witnessed with their own eyes how Gu Qingfeng had "protected himself."

To them, anyone who could withstand the Yin Moon head-on was a strong man.

An immortal master!

Especially the method that had turned that blood Beauty Mosquito into chunks of flesh—it could even be called horrifying.

In the Returning Ruins, the strong were reason itself!

The weak were meant to be humiliated by the strong. If they did not humiliate you, that was a blessing you had accumulated over several lifetimes!

Some perverts in the Returning Ruins even often begged the strong to humiliate them.

For instance, there had once been a very famous beauty in the Returning Ruins named Lin Yuexin. She went everywhere begging strong people to humiliate her. At first, she sought handsome and young ones, then ugly and old ones, and in the end, she even sought out demons and monsters.

In her words, only when she was being humiliated by the strong did she feel alive.

Gu Qingfeng naturally knew nothing of such things, but in the eyes of the caravan members, he was already one of the strong!

Liu Yu, the young clan leader of the Liu Household who was leading the group, soon jogged over. He cupped his hands toward Gu Qingfeng and said, "It was my poor eyesight. I failed to see earlier that Brother Gu possessed such divine abilities. I have neglected you greatly along the way; please forgive me."

Gu Qingfeng hurriedly returned the gesture. "Clan Leader Zhang is far too polite. Such insignificant skills are not worth mentioning."

"Immortal Master Gu is truly too humble!" Liu Yu promptly replied.

Earlier, he had believed that with the Liu Household's secret arts, he could deal with Gu Qingfeng, though not easily. But now, it seemed that even if he went all out, he would not be able to make the other man enjoy himself.

Liu Yu could not help lamenting that he was still too young. He had thought he never looked down on anyone, yet he had still looked down on someone.

All he could say was that Gu Qingfeng's bearing as a strong man was simply too unconventional.

After all, there were quite a few strong people in the Returning Ruins, but this was the first time he had encountered one who wore pants only halfway down his legs, as though he had picked up a child's trousers to wear.

"Bring the wine! Bring the good wine!"

Afterward, the two sides had a very friendly exchange.

The reason Gu Qingfeng found it "friendly" was that, for the first time, he had the chance to sit atop a Blood-Sweat Iron Horse as they traveled.

Clearly, after only the time it took to burn a few incense sticks, Gu Qingfeng's status had changed from "a stingy passerby with astonishing stamina" to "an honored guest."

Riding atop the Blood-Sweat Iron Horse was indeed hard, yet it was far more comfortable than Gu Qingfeng had imagined.

Even riding a truly well-trained fine horse on the road would inevitably mean bouncing and jolting up and down, but this Iron Horse was remarkably steady, as though...

As though it had some kind of high-end suspension?

The moment that thought surfaced, even Gu Qingfeng himself found it absurd.

The grassland had now returned to calm. All the monsters that had been coming and going moments ago had vanished in an instant.

Even those holes seemed to have disappeared.

During the subsequent conversation, Gu Qingfeng naturally asked about that so-called Dark Moon from earlier.

Liu Yu was extremely surprised that Gu Qingfeng did not know about the Dark Moon.

Because the Dark Moon was common knowledge in the Returning Ruins.

Gu Qingfeng could only use "amnesia" as an excuse to brush it off.

When a strong man said he had amnesia, then he had amnesia. They did not dare question him in the slightest, so Liu Yu soon began explaining the so-called Dark Moon in simple terms.

According to him, the moon was transformed from the moon god, Grand Yin True Lord. Yet Grand Yin True Lord was not one god, but two.

Accordingly, there were also two moons in the sky.

One was the Bright Moon, and one was the Dark Moon, much like the Daoist concept of yin and yang.

Most of the time, it was the Bright Moon that shone over the earth. During such times, the Returning Ruins was relatively peaceful, but there were always a few days each month when the Dark Moon held sway.

Once the Dark Moon covered the Bright Moon, many of the demons, monsters, ghosts, and freaks that had been slumbering in the Returning Ruins would awaken and become extraordinarily active.

In the Returning Ruins, there was no talk of entering reincarnation. After death, one either vanished into ashes and smoke or lingered as an unscattered yin soul, turning into a demonic ghost.

Beneath the land of the Returning Ruins, no one knew how many layers of such lingering things were buried.

When the Dark Moon held sway, they emerged from the earth in droves, making the Returning Ruins exceptionally perilous. This was also why few people ever left the city at night in the Returning Ruins.

Among merchants, only Liu Household members like them, who possessed inherited methods, could handle such work as transporting goods through the night.

After all, not everyone had the ability to dehydrate themselves and enter a little idol.

Gu Qingfeng could not help asking, "Why were those things just now so obsessed with going into the sky?"

Liu Yu answered, "Many great cultivators have captured those evil things for observation. They learned that all of them were drawn by the Dark Moon. Some evil things even spoke in human language, saying that they wished to return to their origin."

"They said the Dark Moon was the Source God, the origin of all things in this world, the homeland of all origins."

Thinking of the eerie sight of those ghosts flying into the sky, Gu Qingfeng felt that they truly had seemed drawn to the Dark Moon overhead.

All he could say was that this world really was strange and bizarre. If he had not possessed the reversed Geng-Metal Power and that Crimson Corruption Godscale, he would either have been sucked dry by those mosquitoes or had his head severed by those little ghosts.

This world was still far too treacherous and dangerous!

Once he reached Red Tears City, he had to raise his strength as quickly as possible.

At the very least, he had to survive first.

To live well!

Not long after dawn, a huge silhouette appeared amid the distant clouds and mist.

Liu Yu pointed there and said, "Immortal Master Gu, that is Red Tears City."

"The tallest city in the Returning Ruins!"