Chapter 735

In the bamboo forest between the mountains, the breeze rippled slightly.

A boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old opened his eyes slightly, rubbing them in a daze.

The boy had no name or surname, no father or mother, and was raised by a blind fortune teller since he was a child.

The blind fortune teller said he was a god reincarnated and would definitely become a big shot in the future.

The boy scoffed at this.

He did not believe that a god would be willing to be reincarnated as an unwanted bastard.

Although the blind fortune teller did not give the boy great wealth, he taught him martial arts, allowing him to kill a fierce tiger with one punch in his teens.

Later, the blind fortune teller died of illness, and the boy felt that he should not have any more relatives.

Later, the boy saw her.

He saw the bloodstains on her body, her face covered in blood, and a face full of despair.

Behind her were the people hunting her down.

For some reason, seeing the girl's blood-stained but still clear eyes, he struck out subconsciously.

Finally.

The boy, covered in injuries, came to the girl and reached out his hand.

"What is your name?"

"My name is... Little Paper Kite," the girl said timidly.

"Then you can follow me," the boy took the girl's hand as if nothing had happened.

The girl held on tightly and did not let go.

This following lasted for three years.

During those three years, the girl was assassinated countless times, and the boy blocked countless assassinations for her.

The boy became stronger and stronger, but the injuries on his body also became more and more numerous.

Three years later.

A group of people found the girl and wanted to take her away.

The boy watched silently, not saying a word.

At the time of parting, the girl threw herself into the boy's arms and kissed his face.

"I will come back to find you. Little Paper Kite will become very powerful, very powerful, and will never let you get hurt again," the girl said firmly.

She stuffed a sachet into the boy's chest, right over his heart.

"Never forget me."

She left.

The boy hated it, even feeling that he had been betrayed.

He picked up the sachet, wanting to throw it away, but in the end, he put it into his chest.

Later, the boy met a young master.

A young master who went into the mountains to hunt and was about to be eaten by a white tiger.

He killed the tiger with one punch, while looking at the young master with disdain.

"If you're this useless, don't go hunting in the mountains."

"Hello, I am the Thirteenth Prince of Northern Liang. Thank you, brother, for saving me," the young master laughed heartily.

From then on, the Northern Liang Kingdom had one more legend.

A general who had no name but shocked all directions.

Ten years later.

The Zichuan Empire attacked the imperial capital of the Northern Liang Kingdom.

A silent figure, like an iron tower and wearing a mask, stood on the wall of the imperial capital.

With thirty thousand remnant soldiers, he swore to guard the national gate.

The Empress of the Zichuan Empire personally led the expedition.

"The Northern Liang Kingdom's Lord has already hanged himself, why are you still guarding to the death?" someone shouted.

That figure remained indifferent and silent.

He only knew that the young master who had almost been eaten by the white tiger was now dead in the rope he had used to hang himself.

But he had to fight until the last moment.

The Zichuan Empress covered her face with a pearl curtain.

She looked at the stubborn figure in front of her, reached out into the void, and held a sword.

"Once the Northern Liang Kingdom is broken, in this world, no one will ever be able to hurt us again," the Empress murmured in her heart.

Pfft!

Fresh blood splashed.

The sword in the Zichuan Empress's hand pierced the general's heart.

"Let me see, what kind of person is this last backbone of the Northern Liang Kingdom?"

The Zichuan Empress took off the general's mask.

It revealed a familiar face.

"Why..."

"Little Paper Kite, you've come. You really have become very powerful..." the general said, his hands trembling as he took out an object.

It was a blood-stained sachet.

For ten years, he had kept it in his heart.

The general closed his eyes.

The Zichuan Empress's hair was disheveled, her heart broken.

One sword sealed his throat.

The two corpses leaned against each other.

The splashed blood merged together.

The first life, the curtain fell.

The lanterns were lit.

A handsome young servant secretly sized up the beautiful courtesan in the room.

She should be the most beautiful woman in this brothel.

Her name was Liyuan.

She was not only beautiful in person, but also beautiful in heart.

Unlike other women, who were all scheming against each other.

One day, the servant accidentally knocked over a guest's wine glass and was beaten and kicked by the guest, almost to death.

It was Liyuan who struck out, hugging the guest and coaxing him to be happy, telling him not to mind it.

The servant lowered his head, gritting his teeth.

Late at night, he did not know where the courage came from, found Liyuan, hugged her, and said, "I want to take you away."

Liyuan smiled and said, "Alright, when you become the best in the world, take me away."

The servant left.

He met a master and became an apprentice to learn skills.

In three years, with a sword, he became famous throughout the world.

He came to that brothel again.

The courtesan was gone.

People said she had died a month ago in the home of a wealthy family.

Before she died, she was still muttering about taking her away.

He carried his sword and blood-washed that family, all three hundred of them, leaving no one alive.

He hugged the courtesan's already cold body and walked step by step toward the sunset.

The second life, the curtain fell.

There were many more stories.

There was a scholar who went to the capital for the imperial examination and met a fox spirit in the middle of the night; humans and demons were on different paths.

There was a Dao Sect disciple who fell in love with a Demon Sect witch and finally died for love.

And these people, without exception, would have a question in their hearts before they died.

Who am I?

They did not know who they were, only feeling that they seemed to have forgotten something.

They only remembered that they seemed to have seen in a dream a blurry white-clad figure descending above the mortal world.

Reincarnation after reincarnation, as if there was no end.

The fifth life...

The seventh life...

The twentieth life...

The seventy-second life...

Ninety-nine lives of reincarnation and evil fate passed.

Until the one-hundredth life.

He was the eldest son of the world's number one demon-slaying family.

His appearance was handsome and extraordinary.

But his personality was cold and detached, as if he had no emotions.

Exterminating demons was even more cruel.

But only a few people knew.

He was not a human.

But a humanoid Dao soldier passed down from ancient times by the first demon-slaying family.

He thought that he might never have the emotion of love in his life.

Until he met a peach blossom demon.

"My name is Taoyuan."

The little peach demon smiled prettily.

He did not know why he did not strike to exterminate her.

Perhaps it was because that smile was too bright.

Taoyuan told him that the outside world was very, very big, and the ten thousand mountains and rivers could not be walked through.

"If you are willing, I can accompany you to see it together," Taoyuan smiled beautifully.

"I am the eldest son of the first demon-slaying family," he said.

"I'm not afraid, you are a good person," Taoyuan smiled innocently.

He still had no expression.

However, in the center of his eyebrows, an ancient talisman was slowly manifesting.

Later, the little peach demon's matter was exposed.

On the square hall of the first demon-slaying family, everyone demanded that he kill this little peach demon with his own hands.

The little peach demon was weak and powerless, lying on the ground covered in injuries.

And she was still smiling at him.

Just like the first time they met, smiling as brightly as peach blossoms.

"I'm not afraid of death, only afraid of not being able to accompany you to see the ten thousand mountains and rivers..." Taoyuan's face was pale, and she smiled weakly.

He raised the sword in his hand.

Hesitating.

Slash.

Or not slash?

His hand was trembling.

Just at this moment, in his mind, a mechanical voice suddenly came.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have reached the deepest part of the Black Abyss. Do you wish to sign in?"

He responded subconsciously.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have signed in for the Three Lives Immortal Scripture, Future No-Life Scripture!"

Boom!

Accompanied by the mechanical sound.

The Past Amitabha Scripture, the Present Tathagata Scripture, and the Future No-Life Scripture—the three great scriptures.

Completely merged into the supreme immortal scripture for cultivating the primordial spirit, the Three Lives Immortal Scripture!

At this moment, his mind instantly became clear.

At the same time, the ancient talisman in his mind released immeasurable radiance.

That was half of the Luan Gu Emperor Talisman, protecting his primordial spirit.

"Heh, a hundred lives of reincarnation trials, worthy of the Underworld."

His gaze was cold and deep, looking at Taoyuan, who was lying on the ground, weak and pitiful.

"Lingyuan, I'm afraid you haven't awakened yet. It seems this God Son will take the first step."

He dropped his sword and killed the little peach demon!