"My cultivation resources are already exhausted, and the resources gained from going out on those missions are just a drop in the bucket.
Refining Divine Water and condensing Supreme Yin True Qi requires me to consume resources several times over that of an ordinary person. Staying within the clan any longer is pointless.
I am all alone, possessing no bloodline power within the clan. It is impossible to obtain the resources to support my continued cultivation.
I have also inquired about information regarding the Northwest over the years and roughly understand the situation. The plot should be about to begin. It seems that after the Clan Tournament a few days from now, I will have to head out."
Hun Changqing stood up, gazing into the direction of the Northwest Continent, his gaze profound and distant.
At this moment, Hun Changqing was dressed in a dark mysterious robe, standing with his hands behind his back.
His ink-black hair hung naturally to his waist, every single strand crystal-clear and translucent.
His face was as white and exquisite as jade, his delicate cheeks appearing as though meticulously sculpted, natural and harmonious.
His pitch-black pupils emitted a biting, chilling light, the space between his brows bearing a faint resemblance to his past life. The cold and aloof aura surrounding his whole body made him look like an immortal descending to the mortal realm.
Possessing the Supreme Yin True Body, a male with feminine features and an peerless aura-leaving everything else aside, his appearance was truly beyond criticism, and the vast majority of women would pale in comparison before the Supreme Yin True Body.
Because of the awakening of the Supreme Yin True Body, Hun Changqing's already incomparably handsome appearance from his past life evolved toward an ultimate form of beauty, or rather, restored to the way he was originally supposed to look. Although his current appearance still bore a slight resemblance to his past life, they were now worlds apart.
I wonder if that Xiao Yan has woken up the old man inside that ring yet?
The old man's Bone Spirit Cold Flame seems to match me quite well. When I go to the Northwest Continent, I might as well go and take that old man's flame to study.
Even if nothing comes of the study, breaking down this flame, which is extremely similar to my physique, assimilating it into Supreme Yin, and strengthening my Supreme Yin origin would be exceptionally good.
Xiao Yan... Heh. Since there is a variable like me here, you, the future Flame Emperor, will no longer need to rise.
Thinking of Xiao Yan, the protagonist of this world, the killing intent in Hun Changqing's eyes involuntarily surged forth, and a chilling murderous aura permeated his entire body.
Suddenly, Hun Changqing's brows furrowed, his killing intent instantly dissipating as he let out a deep breath of turbid air.
Sigh, my heart... has become chaotic. I actually revealed murderous intent involuntarily. If I were walking out in the outside world, there is no guarantee that I wouldn't reveal some flaws and cause some unnecessary trouble.
Although it has a certain connection to the heavy slaughter over the past few years, it is still time to temper my state of mind.
Hun Changqing thought silently to himself.
After Hun Changqing advanced to Dou Ling, he was no longer satisfied with the point-stopping sparring within the clan.
The Supreme Yin True Body was inherently a physique that favored slaughter. Making Hun Changqing fight these kinds of matches every day where he couldn't deal fatal blows made him feel extremely uncomfortable and frustrated-it was practically suffocating, and worse than not fighting at all.
Therefore, after advancing to Dou Ling, he began leaving the clan to undertake some low-level missions.
They were all missions involving hunting down the souls of low-tier alchemists or wiping out some low-level factions and families.
At the very beginning, he still needed high-tier disciples from the clan to lead him, while those disciples taught Hun Changqing various enemy-killing experiences and how to complete missions with the minimum cost.
Hun Changqing also slowly began to mature, capable of completing some relatively difficult missions all by himself.
On one occasion, Hun Changqing, with the cultivation of a Nine-Star Dou Ling, ran alone into a family anchored by three Dou Wangs and painted it red with blood.
When Hun Changqing brought the souls of those three Dou Wangs to the Soul Palace to submit the mission, it genuinely shocked the Soul Palace steward in charge of reception.
Later, when word spread back to the clan that a Nine-Star Dou Ling had wiped out a family anchored by three Dou Wangs, coupled with Hun Changqing's excessively handsome face, it also made him somewhat of a minor celebrity among the younger generation within the clan.
It must be said that the Soul Clan's nurturing method of growing up amidst slaughter from a young age was extremely suited to this world.
Strength was truth, and the strong decided everything. As long as you were strong enough, no matter what heaven-defying or outrageously wrathful things you did, others still had to greet you with a smiling face and vie with one another to praise your greatness.
Of course, this kind of growth method of the Soul Clan was certainly not suitable for those righteous protagonists.
Those protagonists would cross swords and shed blood for friends and brothers, sacrificing a brother to instantly trigger a power-up.
Meanwhile, people walking out from the Soul Clan, upon seeing a companion get injured, would consider it a matter of great principle not to go up and stab them a couple more times.
Growing up in this kind of environment within the Soul Clan, coupled with the slight influence of the Supreme Yin True Body on his personality, had already caused Hun Changqing to become somewhat cold and ruthless.
Hun Changqing had also noticed this point, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He felt that this kind of personality was quite good and very suitable for surviving in this world where the strong were respected.
Of course, he was only somewhat cold and slightly thin-skinned in temperament, not a pervert!
Toward those who were beneficial to him and those whose souls were required for missions, he would strike cleanly and decisively.
Yet he wouldn't go looking for trouble for no reason or kill people who had no intersection with him just for fun.