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In the evening twilight, the blazing sun sank behind the western mountains, and darkness gradually enveloped the land. When night fell, the people on the Thunder Continent returned to their homes, having been busy all day; now it was finally time to rest. However, at this moment, not everyone could take a break. For example...
Outside Beifeng City in Xuan County of the Southern Region, two shadows were carrying a long object, cursing as they hurried forward.
Upon closer inspection, these two shadows were clearly two robust middle-aged men. Both were dressed in old gray tunics made of coarse cloth, wearing tattered black cloth shoes. Their hair was unkempt and messy, indicating that they had not groomed themselves for quite some time. Their identities and social status were evident from their attire. What they were carrying was a rolled-up straw mat, within which lay a corpse.
The corpse belonged to a young man, appearing to be in his twenties. He wore a slightly worn gray robe that resembled the clothing of the two middle-aged men. His build was somewhat slender, with long black hair cascading over his shoulders. His face was already pale, and his black eyes had lost all vitality, filled with a thick Death Qi. Although he had just died, there was no sign of life left in him.
While his appearance was not particularly handsome, upon closer inspection, there was a certain delicacy to his features. His black eyes seemed to hold a different meaning altogether, but what caught the most attention was the brand on his forehead—a bright red character for "slave."
Slave!
On the Thunder Continent, everyone knew what this character meant; it represented the lowest class of people on the continent—slaves! As a slave, he had no identity or freedom; everything about him belonged to his master. Even an ordinary peasant held more nobility than him. Killing a slave bore no responsibility whatsoever.
This young man was clearly a slave—and one who had already died.
"Damn it, he’s dead and still makes us work; he really isn’t worth anything!" one of the men muttered as they walked.
"Who isn’t? But this is Supervisor Cai's order; what can we do? Sigh, let’s just carry him to the Graveyard and bury him quickly so we can get back. I’ve heard that things haven’t been peaceful around the Graveyard lately; we shouldn’t linger..." The man seemed to sense something and glanced around nervously. After a while without noticing anything unusual, he finally relaxed.
"Haha... Brother Three, when did you become so timid? Have you done something guilty recently?" Seeing his companion's suspicious demeanor, the first man teased mockingly.
"Pah! Zhang Laizi, don’t expect me to spit out ivory from your dog’s mouth. I’m being honest here; what could I possibly have done wrong? If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll knock your teeth out," Brother Three retorted angrily upon hearing Zhang Laizi's teasing.
"Alright, I admit it, I was wrong. Of course, Brother Three is not that kind of person. I was just joking," Zhang Laizi said with a smile, feeling somewhat intimidated by Brother Three's angry reprimand.
"Hey, Brother Three, how did this guy die? Just a couple of days ago he seemed fine. He had been at Zhang Manor for over ten years, working hard and doing a lot for us. It's such a pity that he’s gone just like that..." Zhang Laizi glanced at the young man lying on the straw mat with a hint of regret.
"Hmph, isn't it because this guy is like a toad wanting to eat goose meat? He actually participated in the Xuan Lei Sect disciple test and foolishly thought he could become a Thunder Cultivator. Look at what happened now; he didn't become a Cultivator and instead angered Cai Supervisor, costing him his life. Does he really think anyone can become a Cultivator? He truly doesn't know his own limitations!" Brother Three clearly knew quite a bit and began to scold without holding back upon hearing Zhang Laizi's question.
"Cultivator?" Ignoring the cause of death mentioned by Brother Three, Zhang Laizi swallowed hard upon hearing the term "Cultivator", his eyes revealing an unmistakable envy. He continued, "This guy usually seems so honest; I never expected he had such ambition. A Cultivator is like a divine being. If he became one, he might really turn his life around."
Hearing this from Zhang Laizi, Brother Three showed a hint of nostalgia, as if recalling something.
"Now that you mention it, I remember this guy used to be from a prominent family. Later, for some unknown reason, his family fell apart, and he was sold to Zhang Manor as a slave. When he first arrived, he had quite the temper as a young master. Now that he's so obedient and works for us, it's really because we tamed him over time. Hehe, our methods are not something ordinary people can withstand..." At this point, Brother Three smiled proudly.
"That's right, that's right..." Zhang Laizi also laughed obsequiously.
Thunderous Roar...
At that moment, an ear-splitting roar suddenly rang in their ears. The Void was suddenly illuminated by countless purple Thunder Lights, making the night bright as day. The bizarre scene left both men astonished.
"What... what is going on here..."
As the thunder rumbled, both were involuntarily startled, dropping the straw mat along with the body to the ground without paying any attention.
"I am Brother Three, you just mentioned Graveyard recently... is this true or false..." Trembling, Zhang Laizi asked Brother Three while staring at the scene before him.
"You are..." Looking at Zhang Laizi, Brother Three's pupils suddenly widened as he recalled a recent rumor about Graveyard. A chill involuntarily crept into his heart.
Thunderous Roar...
The sound of thunder roared again, and in the blink of an eye, Void was filled with lightning. The entire area seemed to have fallen into a thunderous hell, with purple light filling the view. All darkness was expelled, and the clouds in the sky vanished, turning the entire space into a vacuum zone.
The whole region transformed into a purple world, accompanied by rumbling sounds. Purple Lightning rained down like a storm, instantly turning the surrounding land into ruins. Even the towering peaks were crushed down by dozens of feet. Countless birds and beasts that couldn't escape in time were killed or injured in an instant, and the horrifying scene left both men in a daze.
"This can be considered Graveyard. The body can be left here; we have basically completed our mission. So..." The two exchanged glances and saw the hesitation in each other's eyes. Nodding slightly, they desperately ran towards Beifeng City, not bothering to look back at the corpse, fearing that if they were even a moment late, their lives would be at risk. They dared not glance back even once.
However, right behind them, amidst the rolling thunder and lightning, a faint purple Thunder Light flickered and rushed towards the corpse. In an instant, Purple Radiance flashed by, and the purple lightning surged into the young man's forehead. His body immediately radiated a strong purple glow, enveloping him from within.
This bolt of lightning was none other than the one that wrapped around Sun Zhe's soul. Everything that happened was not guided by Sun Zhe; it seemed destined, as if everything was just a coincidence.
Yet, neither Brother Three nor Zhang Laizi were aware of all this. They had no idea that the recently deceased corpse had been seized by a mutated bolt of lightning, leading to a series of strange changes between them.
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