For ten years, Shang Jiu had been living in the Shang tribe. He had been reduced to a slave and had to do the lowest and dirtiest things. However, this did not defeat him. In order to revive Little Yu 'er, he had to become the strongest sorcerer. In order to become a sorcerer, even if he was reduced to a slave, he would seize every moment to learn sorcery. In order to become a sorcerer, he once knelt down and crawled under a sorcerer's crotch to learn a difficult syllable. In order to become a sorcerer, he finally became the most despised sorcerer.
The Corpse Carrier.
He began to enter the sorcerer tribe's battlefield. Here, there were many corpses left behind from the sorcerer tribe's war. They had died from sorcery and their corpses carried various curses. Once touched, one would be tainted with all kinds of bad luck. However, Shang Jiu did not care. As long as he became a sorcerer, it did not matter if he was tainted with bad luck. Another ten years passed. Shang Jiu was already in his thirties. He had finally learned most of the sorcery. He had also found many sorcery materials from the sorcerer's corpses.
With these materials, he had finally become a true sorcerer.
He had also become the only Corpse Carrier in the Eight Wind tribe who had lived past the age of thirty. At this point, no one dared to laugh at him or humiliate him. For ten years, Shang Jiu had carried countless corpses. Some were incomplete, some were whole. These corpses had already tainted him with terrible curses and bad luck.
He had become the source of bad luck for the Eight Wind tribe. No one dared to speak to him or even come within ten meters of him.
Shang Jiu felt extremely satisfied instead. Without anyone to disturb him, he would have even more time to cultivate Shaman Arts. Of course, no matter how bitter and tiring it was to cultivate Shaman Arts, he would surely head to Little Yu 'er's tomb every single day to clean up the dust and offer a bouquet of the most beautiful and best flowers.
However, one day, Shang Jiu found that Little Yu 'er's grave had been smashed. It had been smashed by the golden-haired youth. "Shang Jiu, no matter what, you are still a bastard child that my father acknowledged. There is a trace of noble blood flowing in your veins. But look at what you have done all these years. Not only have you been reduced to a lowly corpse carrier, you have also been offering flowers to a lowly servant for twenty years. You have truly disappointed me.
You bastard, why were you born in our Eight Wind tribe? Why did you become my father's son? If I were you, I would have died right now, just like the bones in the ground! "
Boom!
In front of Shang Jiu. Not only did the golden-haired youth destroy Little Yu 'er's tombstone, he even shattered the entire ground, turning it into nothingness. Shang Jiu's final hope, his final ray of light, disappeared. His eyes suddenly became as dark as the night.
A bright, dazzling smile appeared on his face. Shang Jiu didn't say anything. He didn't show any anger or struggle. He just silently and carefully took care of the flowers in his hands. He decided to leave the Eight Wind Tribe. Outside the tribe, strange beasts ran rampant. Many of them had the bloodline of gods or devils. Even Senior Magi didn't dare to provoke the leaders of the strange beasts. Every year, thousands of Magi died.
In the mouth of an exotic beast.
Shang Jiu had thought that he would also die like that, but he was very lucky. He had been carrying corpses for ten years, so even many strange beasts didn't have the appetite to eat him. This gave Shang Jiu a glimmer of hope, and he began to carry corpses again.
This time, he carried the corpses of the experts who had died in the mouth of the strange beasts. The aura of the curse on his body became more and more terrifying. At the same time, his Magus Arts also improved by leaps and bounds through the materials he collected from the corpses.
Just like that, another ten years passed.
Shang Jiu was already forty years old. He had finally turned from the smallest Magus to a Senior Magus who was comparable to a Martial God. He decided to go back and take revenge.
In ten years, he had lost a lot. The only thing he didn't lose was the bouquet of withered flowers in his hands. Shang Jiu returned to the Eight Wind tribe with the bouquet of flowers in his hands carefully.
In forty years, the golden-haired young man had turned into a golden-haired young man. He had also become a Senior Magus. He had suppressed his own tribe and became the strongest genius of the eight castes in the Eight Wind tribe. Today, he was going to turn from a noble of the Shang tribe to the leader of the Eight Wind tribe.
The golden-haired young man was very proud. From today onward, he would become the king of the Magus Tribe. His bastard brother had already died outside. From now on, no one would dare to use his bastard brother as a reason to laugh at him and humiliate him.
However, at this moment, an unexpected person returned. The aura of misfortune and the eyes that were darker than the night sky were unforgettable to the people of the Eight Wind tribe.
"It's Shang Jiu. That bastard is still alive!"
"What? The leader of the Eight Wind tribe's big brother is a bastard? He's the lowest Corpse Carrier?"
The other leaders of the tribes who had come to congratulate him were in an uproar.
"Shut up. He's not my big brother. He's a bastard! Why are you still alive? A bastard like you shouldn't be alive. You shouldn't be my big brother! " The golden-haired young man was enraged. The moment he saw Shang Jiu, he wanted to kill him. He wanted to get rid of this brother that he had never acknowledged.
Shang Jiu smiled. His smile had a tinge of beast-like cruelty. However, his tone was gentle and sorrowful.
"It's been forty years. Little Yu 'er, I can finally avenge you. He destroyed your tomb. Then, I will destroy him and this unfair world!"
Kill! A terrifying battle broke out between Shang Jiu and the golden-haired young man. Shang Jiu's Magus Arts were terrifying. He had carried corpses for thirty years and worked with strange beasts. He had only used one move to severely injure the golden-haired young man. He had also killed all the experts of the Shang tribe who had come to help.
When Shang Jiu was about to kill the golden-haired young man and destroy the Eight Wind tribe.
Some of the other leaders who had come to watch the ceremony took action. They were all Senior Magi. They could not tolerate a Half Magus who had cultivated to the same level as them. This was a bloody battle. It was also a fierce battle.
Shang Jiu had killed seventeen golden-haired Senior Magi by himself. However, he had also suffered severe injuries. However, he did not retreat. Under the fearful gazes of the other Senior Magi, Shang Jiu lifted his bloody bone claw and was about to kill the golden-haired young man.
"You unfilial son, die!"
Shang Jiu's father made his move. He brought more Senior Magi from afar and was the first one to kill Shang Jiu. His hand turned into a ghost claw and peeled off Shang Jiu's golden skin on the spot, dripping with blood.
"Father, I've returned what I should have!"
Shang Jiu did not resist. He allowed his father to peel off his golden skin. Then, he dragged his injured body and charged towards the golden-haired young man who was also severely injured.
"Kill!" At this moment, the golden-haired young man on the ground suddenly disappeared and turned into a broken puppet. At the same time, another golden-haired young man walked out proudly from afar. "Shang Jiu, do you think I don't know? There was a Senior Magus who was proficient in prophecies who had predicted this day.
A bastard like you will never be able to kill me! "
"I will kill you. I will definitely kill you. Also, I am not Shang Jiu. Because, I am … Ye Fei. I want … to wake up!"
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