There was an old saying, "Barren hills and turbulent waters produce unruly people."
There was no sarcasm in this saying. It just meant that when a person was in a difficult situation, their survival environment would be severely limited. In order to survive, there would naturally be some vicious means involved.
Fatso Huang could be considered an unruly person now. It was difficult for him to walk in the endless mountains and forests. Blood kept flowing out of his mouth, and his body was covered with cuts. He also had to drive away the attacks of some wild beasts from time to time. It could be said that he was at the end of the road.
"Uncle Huang, are we going to die?!"
Ye Yueling was the little girl's name. Her face was covered in filth, making it impossible to see her face clearly. However, when her eyes flickered, there was a mist appearing.
"Hehe!"
Fatso Huang laughed self-deprecatingly. A hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he still forced a smile and said, "Ling 'er, don't be afraid. As long as Uncle Huang is alive, I will never let you be hurt."
Fatso Huang panted heavily. He carried the little girl on his back again and staggered into the mountains.
"Uncle, Ling 'er is so hungry!"
After all, the child was still a child. After several days of running, the little girl was not only physically and mentally exhausted. Although she was carried on Fatso Huang's back, she had been running for several days and had only eaten some wild fruits. She was already dizzy from hunger.
"Ling 'er, bear with it a little longer. As long as we pass through this mountain range, we will be slightly safer. Once we shake off the people chasing us, Uncle will definitely take you to eat your fill," Fatso Huang comforted her.
Although the little girl was young, she understood the situation they were in. She nodded obediently, and the two of them staggered through the forest.
In the mountains and forests.
"Ling 'er, let me tell you a story. This way, you won't be so hungry."
Fatso Huang staggered. He had reached the limit of his life because his injuries were too serious. In order to not die in the mountains and forests, he could only rely on his firm willpower to support himself and not fall.
"Five hundred years ago, there was a person …"
Fatso Huang muttered to himself. His tired face glowed with a hint of red, as if he had returned to the distant past and was reliving the era that made him hot-blooded and passionate.
Along the way, Fatso Huang told stories as he staggered through the forest. The girl on his back listened to Fatso Huang's story in a daze. She was clearly in better spirits.
"That … That ten years of dark turmoil … Bloodsoul Mutant Beasts slaughtered the entire world … He spread martial arts throughout the world … He was revered by all of humanity … He started the era of global evolution … He was revered as the Divine King by all of humanity … He finally ushered in his Nine Heavens Immortal Tribulation, he …"
A very long story slowly came out of Fatso Huang's mouth. However, his life aura became weaker and weaker, and his voice became softer and softer.
Finally, Fatso Huang stood motionless in the depths of the forest.
Because he was too tired, really too tired. Even if he had an iron will, he couldn't stop his life from coming to an end.
"Uncle Huang, has this person become an immortal?"
The girl hadn't noticed Fatso Huang's abnormality and was asking weakly. However, Fatso Huang was already at the end of his life and didn't answer her question.
"Uncle … Uncle … Don't scare Ling 'er … You … What happened to you …?"
The girl fell from Fatso Huang's back to the ground and kept shaking his arm. Her tender cheeks were already wet with tears.
"They're here!"
All of a sudden.
More than ten sounds pierced the air. As the light dissipated, more than ten immortal cultivators surrounded Fatso Huang and the girl in the center. They looked at the two with ferocious eyes.
Weng!
Luo Feng rode his blade and quietly appeared beside Fatso Huang. When he saw that Fatso Huang's body was stiff, he personally checked his breathing and said coldly, "This dog got lucky. I didn't expect him to die from exhaustion."
Luo Feng kept searching Fatso Huang's body. When a book was taken out from Fatso Huang's chest, Luo Feng's eyes lit up. When he saw the words "Great Sky Demon Technique," he was so excited that he trembled.
"Great Sky Demon Technique, it really is the Great Sky Demon Technique. Haha!" Luo Feng let out a wild laugh. He held the book tightly in his hand, and his face was filled with ecstasy.
Peng!
Luo Feng kicked Fatso Huang's body and said coldly, "Dog, it's too easy for you to die like this."
"You're not allowed to touch Uncle Huang," Ye Yueling sobbed.
Ye Yueling sobbed. Her small body rushed towards Luo Feng. However, before she could reach him, she was grabbed by her clothes by one of the immortal cultivators.
"Lord, now that Fatso Huang is dead, there's only this stupid girl left. What should we do?" The immortal cultivator asked.
"Master said that if he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his corpse. Since this Fatso Huang is dead, then we'll bring his body back. As for this stupid girl, she's a descendant of the Ye family. We'll just kill her." Luo Feng smiled malevolently.
"Yes, lord."
The immortal cultivator smiled cruelly. His palm and fingers glowed as he was about to kill the little girl.
"Sigh!"
Suddenly!
A deep sigh came from all directions. This voice that appeared out of nowhere was filled with a sense of loneliness. It was as if he had come from the Nine Heavens and had descended into the Boundless Secular World. It made people feel even more insignificant.
"The sea turns into mulberry fields. Time changes. In the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed. I didn't expect that the people who were loyal to me back then would end up like this."
Like the sound of spring water, like the mist, Ye Xuan's hoarse voice resounded throughout the land. He walked step by step in mid air. There wasn't any aura around him. However, in the eyes of Luo Feng and the others, it made their bodies tremble. Their knees couldn't help but tremble. They couldn't help but kneel down.
"You … are a descendant of the Ye family?"
From the beginning to the end, Ye Xuan didn't even look at Luo Feng and the others. He silently stared at Ye Yueling. With his blood connection, he naturally realized that this little girl should be a descendant of the Ye family.
"Senior, they are all bad people. Not only did they kill Uncle Huang, they even want to kill Yueling." The little girl's eyes were red as she cried.
Towards the descendants of the Ye family, Ye Xuan was indifferent. Towards the little girl's cries, he didn't pity her at all.
"Child, put away your tears. Tears are something that only weaklings have. Your tears won't make me pity you."
Ye Xuan said calmly. Without looking at the little girl, he slowly walked towards Fatso Huang. When he saw Fatso Huang's stiff corpse and the unwilling expression on his face before death, Ye Xuan's eyes flashed with a flash of immortal light.
"Luckily, he just died not too long ago. I can still save him."
An immortal pill appeared in his hand. However, the fragrance of the pill wafted out. The surrounding vegetation actually grew madly. This made the little girl, Luo Feng, and the others dumbfounded.
After feeding the immortal pill to Fatso Huang, a milky white halo blossomed around Fatso Huang's body. The originally stiff body blossomed with an unimaginable vitality. His pale face even began to glow with a rosy color.
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