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It was a lifeless-looking infant, with a pair of eyes as black as ink, devoid of whites, fierce like an evil spirit. This was not the appearance one would expect from a normal child. The village chief's face turned ashen, and with a cold snort, he left the earthen house.
From that moment on, the food rations for Zuo Ci's family were halved by the village chief. His meager meals left him hungry and emaciated, and he spent his days cursing at Zuo Ci, who had just learned to walk. He believed Zuo Ci was a burden, a drag on the family, the root cause of their food wastage.
By the time he was five, the village chief had essentially cut off all rations for Zuo Ci's family. The village promoted slogans about children bringing wealth and prosperity; those without children were deemed three generations of sinners. He became the scapegoat in his family's eyes.
He still remembered how they looked at him when he was five—filled with resentment, hatred, and intense greed. Eventually, his family could no longer bear the torment of hunger and resorted to cannibalism. He bargained with a farmer who had three daughters and ended up trading himself for two of their girls.
Boys were precious and valuable; this was the ingrained belief of everyone in Zuo Jia Village. Even a sickly or disabled boy was considered worth more than girls. Zuo Ci still recalled how that farmer muttered that he seemed healthy enough, not showing any signs of infectious disease while washing his frail body with hot water. The rough handling felt like scalding pigskin, all to clean him up for consumption.
Zuo Ci's small face turned red from the heat, yet he remained silent. The farmer chuckled, realizing he was mute. They began preparing scallions, ginger, and spices while chopping wood to boil water. The farmhouse stove stood right in front of him, boiling water bubbling ominously.
He sat on the ground in a daze, his youthful face devoid of fear or terror. To the farmer’s eyes, this expression only confirmed their thoughts: not only was he mute but also a simpleton. As long as he showed no signs of disease, trading two girls for one boy would always be a bargain.
As the man prepared to lift Zuo Ci into the boiling pot of water, the moment his palm made contact with Zuo Ci, his expression suddenly twisted. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes became lifeless, rolling back in his head.
Crack! Crack!
His limbs were contorted by an invisible force, resembling a puppet as his head twisted at an unnatural angle of three hundred and ten degrees. Xiao Zuo Ci's face turned fierce, and a voice that did not match his age emerged from his mouth, "Ants, dare to consume my flesh?"
Under the terrified gazes of everyone present, the man was gently pushed by Xiao Zuo Ci.
With a splash, he was thrown into the pot.
The rest of the farmer's family struggled to escape, but it seemed as if invisible hands were tightening around their necks, leaving them hanging in mid-air with bulging eyes.
Splash! Splash!
The entire family of five was tossed into the boiling pot by Xiao Zuo Ci, turning into a fragrant meat broth.
Indeed, he was the reincarnation of Zuo Da Neng.
Those who cultivate their reincarnated bodies must possess astonishing divine abilities. Aside from the Vajrayana's Po Wa Method, only unorthodox methods of soul snatching could achieve such feats.
However, this powerful being seemed to have suffered significant injuries before seizing a body, which led to him being outmaneuvered by Zuo Ci during his cultivation of Yanfu Tongshen later on. His Three Souls and Seven Spirits were instead refined by Zuo Ci into the first Yanfu Tongshen.
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