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Chapter 259: Slaughter
This return to Northern Yue Village brought unexpected discoveries for Sun Zhe. He never anticipated that things would turn out this way—his mother had passed away, his brother had left, and he was now the only one left in the family.
After staying at home for a few days, Sun Zhe moved out. He did not leave Northern Yue Village; instead, he built a thatched hut beside his mother's Tomb, where he planned to guard her grave for a while.
Time passed like this, and Sun Zhe seemed to adapt to this lifestyle. Aside from tending to the grave, he practiced meditation and cultivation, along with honing his Sword Technique. Although simple and monotonous, it was enough for him; he had never asked for much, and this life suited him quite well.
Since all major empires had hidden powers, he did not need to worry about the affairs of the world. After the battle at Wuguan, the forces across the continents in the Nine Continents suffered significant losses. With Killer God Bai Qi's powerful strike, it was believed that no one would underestimate the strength of the Nine Continents again. Incidents like those in Flame Continent, where lives were treated as expendable while building Fortresses, should no longer occur.
As for the promise made to the Barbarian regarding finding the Warrior Tribe, Sun Zhe had no leads. Wang Ben was the Crown Prince of Qin State and knew a bit about major events in the Nine Continents, but when Sun Zhe inquired about it, Wang Ben was completely unaware. Sun Zhe had a premonition that it was not yet time to know about the War Clan, so he set this matter aside for now.
However, the situation with Jingjing left him feeling perplexed. Ever since they parted ways last time, she had not returned to his side. He felt as if Jingjing was nearby yet also very far away. This feeling weighed heavily on him; Jingjing had always been by his side, and he treated her as if she were his own sister. He absolutely did not want anything to happen to her.
In the early morning, as a golden light just began to shine between the eastern mountains, the sound of roosters crowing echoed through the village. The villagers of Northern Yue Village were already accustomed to this routine of rising with the sun and resting at sunset. One by one, they quickly got out of bed and began their daily labor.
At this moment, Sun Zhe, who had been meditating in his thatched hut, slowly opened his eyes. His calm gaze revealed no hint of brilliance; instead, his pupils were filled with an unfathomable depth, as if they contained an endless starry sky within them, making it difficult for anyone to discern their true color.
"I didn't expect ten months to pass in the blink of an eye. Ten months—it's not long..."
With a gentle sigh, Sun Zhe gradually stood up from his seat and stepped out of the hut. Not far from it stood two Tombs; one was his mother's Tomb, while on the stone tablet of the other Tomb were carved the words "Tomb of My Deceased Wife, Qiuruo."
These two Tombs held the remains of the two most important women in Sun Zhe's life. Looking at these heavy Death Qi-laden Tombs, there was no trace of sorrow on Sun Zhe's face; however, an invisible aura of sadness emanated from him—a deep sorrow that came from within his heart and a profound loneliness that resonated with his soul.
He quietly gazed at the two Tombs for an hour; this was something Sun Zhe did every morning without exception for ten months—three hundred days without fail.
"Sun Zhe gege! Sun Zhe gege! Yier has brought you food!"
A light and graceful voice rang out from below the hillside. It was Yier running quickly towards him with a food box in hand. Perhaps she was running too fast; her cheeks were flushed red like two ripe apples, making her look quite enticing.
"Slow down, Brother Sun Zhe is not in a hurry..." Looking at the girl's cute appearance, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Sun Zhe's mouth as he gently called out.
Although Cultivators can absorb Earth Spirit Energy for their own use, their need for food is much weaker than that of ordinary people. However, this does not mean that Cultivators can go without eating. As a grown man, Sun Zhe naturally does not cook, so his meals are generally provided by Aunt Tian's family, and it is Yier who brings food to Sun Zhe.
"Yes, Brother Sun Zhe, Yier knows! You know what? Mother made a lot of delicious food today. There are dried tofu and meat, steamed fish... anyway, so much! Yier ate so much that I can't run anymore." While running, Yier counted on her fingers, her face full of joy. For the ordinary villagers of Northern Yue Village, having fish and meat is indeed a rare treat; usually, they only get such food during festivals.
But what Yier does not know is that all of this is because Sun Zhe gave her mother quite a bit of silver. Sun Zhe has plenty of wealth in his Ethereal Ring; although he only casually gave Aunt Tian a small amount, he understands the principle that too much wealth can attract trouble. However, for a family that relies on hunting and farming to make a living, it is still a huge fortune.
Seeing the girl’s happy expression, Sun Zhe couldn't help but smile. Just then, his black eyes suddenly narrowed, and his body tensed up because a man in a Red Robe appeared behind Yier. Flames flickered around him; he was indeed a Cultivator from the Flame Continent.
This Cultivator had somehow evaded Sun Zhe's Divine Consciousness detection and closely followed Yier to find him. Looking at the young man standing in the distance, a cruel smile flashed in his eyes. He slowly raised his right hand, and a red flame spear appeared above it, its pointed tip aimed directly at Yier below.
"Since you killed my senior brother, I Huo Du will let you taste the pain of losing a friend!" The hoarse voice reached Sun Zhe's ears, filled with deep hatred and madness. Yet throughout it all, Yier remained blissfully unaware as she continued to run happily toward Sun Zhe.
Sun Zhe understood that these words were conveyed to him through sound transmission by the Flame Continent's Cultivator. Watching the spear being raised higher, an obvious anger flashed in Sun Zhe's eyes. His fingers curled tightly as both hands clenched into fists, producing a series of cracking sounds from his joints. If one looked closely, they would notice four brilliant Purple Star Points rapidly rotating within his black Left Eye.
In the mid-stage of Thunder Lord cultivation, ten months of training in this calm state had allowed Sun Zhe to elevate his cultivation to the peak of the mid-stage Fifth Stage. He was just one step away from breaking through to the late stage of Fifth Stage. If given another two months, he was confident he could reach that realm.
"Yier, close your eyes; Brother Sun Zhe has a gift for you."
Looking at the panting Yier, Sun Zhe spoke softly while his gaze remained fixed on Huo Du behind her. Upon hearing Huo Du's name, Sun Zhe immediately recognized him as Huo Xing's junior brother whom he had killed; their tempers were quite similar—cruel and irritable.
"Okay," Without any hesitation, Yier closed her eyes. She trusted Brother Sun Zhe completely.
At that very moment when she closed her eyes, a terrifying ferocity erupted in Huo Du's gaze. Flames flashed around him as he thrust the red spear downward with great force. In an instant, Sun Zhe moved like lightning toward the front.
The light exploded; the red spear plunged down but did not strike Yier. Instead, it pierced through a layer of purple light—a Thunder Domain that Sun Zhe had cast. Now, Sun Zhe's Thunder Domain had expanded to about ten feet wide and was just enough to block Huo Du's attack.
He clearly did not expect that Sun Zhe's domain could block his attack. His expression suddenly changed, and with a flash of flames in his right hand, the aura of the steel fork exploded again, fiercely thrusting downward once more.
"You have no chance left!" Cold Voice echoed in his ear, and a black beam of light suddenly appeared before his eyes, unleashing an indescribable wave of destruction.
"Destruction... Law..." The shield formed by the power of flames could not withstand the attack of this black beam. The black light flashed directly from the forehead of the Flame Continent's Cultivator, and bright red blood slowly flowed down. His words were not yet finished when his massive body fell straight down, his eyes filled with disbelief. He did not expect that a dignified domain expert could not withstand a single attack from Sun Zhe.
A purple light swept across, and his corpse was directly taken away by Sun Zhe, who then appeared in front of Yier. The black sword at his forehead slowly dimmed.
This black sword represented the acknowledgment of the Destruction Law. Sun Zhe's greatest gain over these ten months was not merely advancing to the peak mid-stage of the Fifth Stage but significantly improving his Sword Technique and gaining recognition from the Destruction Law. That previous black beam was a physical attack condensed from the Destruction Law.
"This is the gift that Brother Sun Zhe gave you. Do you like it..." A shimmering mineral appeared in Sun Zhe's hand, which was made from the leftover materials used to refine the Yin Huai Iron Corpse.
"What a beautiful stone! Yier likes it very much." The girl's face immediately lit up with joy, but she did not notice a trace of worry flashing in her Brother Sun Zhe's eyes.
Since this Cultivator from the Flame Continent could find this place, others from all directions would surely be able to find it as well. Given the extent of losses from the last Battle of Wuguan, those elites from all directions would not simply swallow their anger. They might not dare to confront Wuan Jun or Bai Qi, nor provoke Crown Prince Wang Ben, but they would dare to seek revenge on him, Sun Zhe.
This also meant that Northern Yue Village would likely not remain as peaceful as it was now.
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