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Qu Si Yang's voice jolted Xuan Yang awake, as if he had been struck by a sudden realization, pulling him back from the whirlpool of power.
He looked at Lu Zhiyuan, tightly ensnared by the shadowy vines, his old face flushed red, eyes bulging as if he were a fish on the verge of suffocation.
Xuan Yang cursed himself inwardly, “Damn it, I almost went too far!” This old man, while despicable, didn’t deserve to die; if he did, it would lead to a heap of trouble. After all, he was still the Village Chief!
He released his grip, and the shadow giant vanished like a bubble. The shadowy vines loosened with a rustling sound, and Lu Zhiyuan collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air, staring at Xuan Yang in shock.
“Xuan Yang, you…” Lu Zhiyuan looked at him with a mix of complex emotions—fear, confusion, and perhaps… a hint of gratitude? This kid actually showed mercy?
Xuan Yang ignored the complexity in his gaze and turned to Qu Si Yang, gently wrapping his arms around her and softly saying, “It’s okay now, don’t be afraid.”
Qu Si Yang leaned against him, her heart still racing from the ordeal. The earlier scene left her deeply shaken; Xuan Yang's power felt both unfamiliar and awe-inspiring.
“Xuan Yang, you… what just happened?” She looked up at him with concern in her eyes. That power seemed to come from the depths of hell itself, sending chills down her spine.
“It’s nothing. I just wanted to teach him a lesson so he remembers,” Xuan Yang replied with a smile, his tone casual as if nothing had happened. But only he knew that the power he had wielded had left him shaken as well.
Qu Si Yang nodded but was filled with doubt. Xuan Yang's strength seemed significantly greater than before, and… he appeared somewhat different. His Dual Eyes were deep and unfathomable like the night sky.
Lu Zhiyuan got up from the ground, rubbing his sore neck. Watching the affectionate interaction between the two, a complex emotion flickered in his eyes.
This kid truly hides his capabilities well!
He felt an immense sense of relief wash over him; beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he recalled the harrowing moment they had just experienced. Thankfully, he had remained calm enough to restrain his impulses and not completely sever ties with Xuan Yang. Otherwise, given the latter's ruthless methods and formidable strength, the consequences would have been unimaginable—he might have lost his life without even realizing it.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he forced a smile and said to Xuan Yang, “Xuan Yang! Your strength has truly impressed me! I didn’t expect someone so young to possess such remarkable skills; you are indeed formidable!”
As he spoke, he squinted and scrutinized Xuan Yang from head to toe. His gaze seemed friendly but was sharp like that of a hawk, as if trying to see through this young man. Yet deep inside him lay profound wariness and meticulous calculations.
Hearing this praise, Xuan Yang’s lips curled into a slight smirk that conveyed disdain. He thought how astonishingly quick this old man was at changing his demeanor. Just moments ago, he had been intent on killing him; now he was putting on an act of benevolence and friendliness—truly hypocritical! So he coldly responded, “Village Chief overestimates me; my meager skills are merely trivial tricks unworthy of mention.” As he spoke, he deliberately turned his head away, not even sparing a glance at the man referred to as Village Chief, making it clear that he held no regard for him.
Lu Zhiyuan’s lips curled into an awkward smile but quickly faded as he silently turned away and stepped heavily out of the dilapidated temple. As he walked further away, his figure gradually blended into the thick darkness of night until it completely vanished from sight.
Watching the direction in which Lu Zhiyuan had departed, Xuan Yang's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold glint. He knew very well that someone like Lu Zhiyuan would not easily let things go; he would have to be doubly cautious in his future actions. With this thought, Xuan Yang couldn't help but furrow his brow, pondering over strategies to deal with the situation.
At that moment, Qu Si Yang beside him softly spoke up, "Xuan Yang, let's hurry and leave. I really don't want to stay in this eerie and frightening place any longer!" Her voice trembled slightly, clearly filled with fear and disgust for the dilapidated temple.
Xuan Yang nodded in agreement. He reached out and gently wrapped his arm around Qu Si Yang's slender waist, offering her some warmth and comfort. Together, they cautiously stepped out of the ruined temple.
Outside the temple, the night was still as dark as ink, as if it had swallowed the entire world. A biting cold wind howled past, producing sharp and mournful sounds that resembled the cries of vengeful spirits, sending chills down their spines.
The two followed a winding path strewn with loose stones, gradually making their way toward the village. Along the way, neither of them spoke; the surroundings were eerily silent, with only the sound of the wind and their footsteps intertwining, intensifying the already oppressive atmosphere.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness like a ghost, silently blocking their path.
"Xuan Yang." A deep voice resonated, carrying an air of authority yet laced with concern.
Xuan Yang's heart skipped a beat; that voice... it was his father! He quickly raised his head to see the figure before him—tall and upright like a mountain, exuding an aura of mystery in the night. Confusion filled his mind; why was his father here? Could it be...
"Father, how come you..."
"Follow me." Xuan Qing interrupted him, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Though filled with questions, Xuan Yang followed his father deeper into the forest, sensing that something significant was about to unfold.
Qu Si Yang watched their retreating figures with growing worry. Who exactly was Xuan Yang's father? Why had he suddenly appeared? All of this left her feeling uneasy.
Deep within the forest lay a hidden cave, its entrance obscured by dense vines intertwined like a natural barrier that completely concealed it. If someone were to pass by unknowingly, even if they sought it out deliberately, they would find it hard to notice the cave's existence.
Inside the cave, Xuan Qing was intently gazing at Xuan Yang before him. His deep and sharp eyes were filled with a tumult of complex emotions—warmth akin to spring sunshine mingled with worry as piercing as an autumn chill; alongside these feelings was a hint of bitter resignation.
In a low voice that seemed almost stifled, Xuan Qing slowly said, "Xuan Yang... you have finally awakened." The words escaped his lips like a heavy sigh, resonating with a sense of lament for the unpredictable nature of fate.
Xuan Yang was momentarily taken aback by his father's words, instinctively nodding in response. His mind was already filled with endless questions. "Awakening?" he pondered silently, "What does my father mean by this? Could it be that there are secrets within me that I am unaware of?" With this thought, Xuan Yang lifted his gaze and stared intently at Xuan Qing, as if seeking a definitive answer from him.
However, faced with his son's inquisitive eyes, Xuan Qing maintained a serious expression and continued to advise, "Xuan Yang, you must remember this: no matter who you encounter or what happens in the future, never trust what others say too easily, not even me." His tone was unusually grave, as if he were delivering a final testament. Each word seemed to weigh heavily on Xuan Yang's heart, instilling a sense of inexplicable tension and unease.
A chill ran down Xuan Yang's spine. What did his father mean by this? A foreboding feeling began to rise within him, as if something terrible was about to happen.
"Father, are you... hiding something from me?" he asked urgently, sensing an ominous omen and filled with anxiety.
Xuan Qing did not respond but reached out to gently stroke Xuan Yang's face. His eyes were filled with love yet tinged with a hint of resolve.
"Child, remember my words: do not trust anyone easily, including... everyone in this village." His voice was low and somber, as if echoing from the depths of hell, each word carrying a chilling weight.
Xuan Yang looked at his father, confusion and unease swirling in his eyes. What did his father mean? What secrets lay hidden in this village?
Suddenly, Xuan Qing's body began to tremble violently, his complexion turning pale as if he were a candle flickering in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
"Father, what's wrong?" Xuan Yang asked anxiously, fear gripping his heart. He had never seen his father so weak.
Xuan Qing did not answer; instead, he extended his hand, trembling as he pointed toward the depths of the cave. His eyes were filled with terror and despair as if he had seen something horrifying.
"There... there..."
He struggled to speak, his voice fragmented as if every word required all his strength to utter.
Xuan Yang's heart raced with fear. What was there? Following the direction of his father's finger, he looked into the dark depths of the cave—a void that seemed to swallow all light, sending chills down his spine.
Suddenly, an image flashed in his mind like lightning—brief yet strikingly clear.
In the vision stood a colossal figure resembling a demon god, towering and exuding an aura of terror that made it hard to breathe.
"Be careful... the Shadows..."
Xuan Qing said with great difficulty, his voice weak, as if it could vanish at any moment. Those three words seemed to drain the last of his strength.
Shadows? What are they? Xuan Yang's heart was filled with confusion and fear; the name brought an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Suddenly, Xuan Qing's body trembled violently and then... he disappeared, like a bubble bursting in the air, leaving no trace behind.
"Father!" Xuan Yang shouted, his eyes filled with sorrow and despair. He couldn't believe that his father had vanished just like that, right before him, without a trace.
In the cave, he was left all alone, standing there like an abandoned orphan, helpless and lost.
Shadows... Shadows...
That name echoed in his mind like a spell, lingering and haunting, sending chills down his spine.
His father's warning filled him with doubt and unease. What exactly were the Shadows?
He raised his head and looked deep into the cave, a glimmer of determination flashing in his eyes. No matter what the Shadows were, he had to find out!
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward into the depths of the cave, disappearing into the darkness...
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