NFBE Chapter 362 Past Events, Unbridled Killing Intent
Chapter 362 Past Events, Unbridled Killing Intent
The woman's call instantly filled Ling Yuanzi with power.
The old man in white looked Ji Jinjin up and down, his eyes full of warmth.
Ling Yuanzi cleared his throat, striving to make his voice sound kind and approachable:
"It's alright, Master is here!"
Having ensured that his children were safe, Ling Yuanzi's sharp gaze fell upon the dark red armor.
"Senior Ye Jing, my disciple only wants to seek a way to break through his cultivation level from you. If you refuse to help, you can simply throw him out. Isn't it a bit too much to forcibly keep these children here and torture them?"
A dark red figure floated out from the armor. It was a footless phantom, like a ghost from the underworld, and vaguely resembled an old man.
Ye Jing coldly regarded Ling Yuanzi: "Even with your physical bones destroyed, you can still use such a sword move. A genius like you is hard to find even in the lower realm."
"Don't you know the consequences of letting this little girl continue cultivating the path of slaughter?"
Ling Yuanzi suddenly realized something, and some rumors about the senior in front of him began to surface in his mind.
Ye Jing was a rogue cultivator, a great rogue cultivator of the same era as Xuanji Zhenren and Qingyin Daojun.
He is a genius that is rare among rogue cultivators, appearing only once every thousand years.
A poor boy with no background embarks on the path of cultivation, struggling and fighting his way up to become a Nascent Soul cultivator. The hardships and unpredictable events he encounters are unimaginable.
On his path of cultivation, Ye Jing relied on the power to reach the end, which was the Dao he cultivated.
It is said that when Ye Jing was young, he stayed at a farmer's house and formed a deep bond with this ordinary family.
I originally thought it was a beautiful story of a mortal and immortal being interacting, a legacy passed down for centuries.
Unexpectedly, this ordinary farming family was murdered by ruthless bandits during the chaos of war.
The entire family of fifteen, from the elderly to infants, was wiped out.
When Ye Jing returned to the farmer's house, he saw the ground covered in blood, resembling a scene from hell.
People who used to laugh and joke with you become cold corpses after only half a day.
How can he accept this?
So Ye Jing took action. The immortal made his move and, without any judgment talisman, slaughtered more than two hundred people in the bandit stronghold, leaving no one alive.
From then on, Ye Jing entered the Dao through killing, becoming the first cultivator in the history of the Yuanming Lower Realm to enter the Dao through killing.
For the rest of his life, Ye Jing fought against the demons in the Southern Region. He was brave and skilled in battle throughout his life. After his death, he established a secret realm in this desolate region, waiting for a human cultivator who could inherit his mantle.
Ye Jing looked at Ling Yuanzi, then at Ji Jinjin.
"You've entered the path of killing and conquest; do you know you'll kill this child?"
"Since ancient times, no one in the Yuanming Realm has ever wanted to enter the Dao through killing!"
Before Ling Yuanzi could speak, Ji Jinjin glanced at Ye Jing and said, "Isn't that you, Senior?"
Ye Jing gave a low, hoarse laugh: "I didn't succeed!"
Everyone was startled, even Ling Yuanzi's expression changed slightly.
Ye Jing knew that Ling Yuanzi definitely knew his story, so he simply spoke directly:
"Outsiders only know that I killed the ruthless bandit who slaughtered the entire Jin family, but they don't know that there were actually some members of the Jin family who survived!"
A hint of nostalgia appeared in the old man's eyes, his thoughts seemingly drifting to a distant place.
As the old man recounted the story, a tale from a thousand years ago unfolded before the audience like a tragic scroll.
"When I returned to my place in the mortal world, there were actually still members of the Jin family alive..."
Amidst the corpses scattered on the ground, chopped up like melons and vegetables, a little boy had his leg chopped off, but he was still breathing faintly.
Ye Jing pulled him up from the ground, channeled his spiritual energy into him to save his life, barely managing to keep him alive. He wasn't slowly consumed by the pain of his broken leg.
Ye Jing's voice was hoarse:
"His name is Jinhua, and we call each other brothers..."
“His family was killed, and he was left alone and destitute at a young age. I entered the Dao through killing, which has drawn criticism from many immortals in the Yuanming Realm.”
"So I took him to Luoxia Mountain, sent him to join the Shengyu Army, and stayed on Luoxia Mountain to kill the demons." Ye Jing sighed deeply, then looked at Ling Yuanzi.
"You know that I cultivate the Way of Slaughter and am one of the top rogue cultivators in the Yuanming Realm..."
"But what you don't know is that I have been slaying demons on Mount Luoxia for three hundred and twenty years, and I have never suppressed my own bloodlust!"
Ji Jinjin's fingers trembled, and she looked at Ling Yuanzi with some helplessness.
Seeing the man's expression, Ling Yuanzi knew that Ye Jing was probably right, but the old man did not make a fuss or ask questions. Instead, he shook his head at Ji Jinjin.
"It's alright, Master is here!"
Ye Jing's eyes began to fill with sorrow. The old man looked helplessly at his own hands, then looked up at Ji Jinjin, his voice hoarse:
"You are a young genius with a Heavenly-grade Thunder Spirit Root, and you come from the Xuanhuang Sect, one of the Six Sects. Why do you insist on entering the Dao through killing?"
Ji Jinjin was touched by the sadness in the old man's eyes, but she only shook her head slightly and didn't say a word.
Within the secret realm, the warm yellow sky gradually took on a hazy red hue, and the old man continued his narration:
"Those who have entered the Dao through killing cannot suppress their killing intent. I was afraid that I would cause trouble if I stayed in Luoxia City, so I created a secret realm in the desolate region to cultivate alone."
"From then on, I lost contact with Jinhua."
Ling Yuanzi's eyes flickered slightly.
It only took him a few years to transform from a carefree immortal who had close relationships with mortals into a high and aloof immortal lord.
The dark red color on Ye Jing's clothes seemed to flow before the eyes of the people around him.
Like blood that had congealed in the old man's memory hundreds of years ago, it was occasionally warmed by the emotions in Ye Jing's memory and began to flow slowly.
"Later I heard that Jin Hua had made military achievements at Luoxia Mountain, married a wife and had children in Luoxia City. Like his ancestors, he settled down and multiplied."
"Finally, there comes... the Yellow Springs of Life and Death, entering the cycle of reincarnation!"
Ye Jing covered her eyes, seemingly not wanting anyone around her to see the pain on her face.
"Mortal lifespan is too short. During the decades when my murderous intent gradually arose in Luoxia Mountain, I was in a daze, like a dream, not knowing where I was or where my original intentions were."
"The murderous aura of the Path of Slaughter intertwined with the demonic energy in the desolate region, gradually eroding me and causing my cultivation to stagnate for many years."
"My mind was a jumble of thoughts, but in the end, only killing remained..."
"Six hundred years ago, I faced Xuan Shuo of the Demon Clan in the desolate land. Unable to conceal my murderous intent, I channeled demonic energy into my body. I perished!"
“Little girl, if you insist on going your own way, you will end up like me.”
The old man's hoarse voice was like a raging wind carrying sand and gravel, crashing hard against Ji Jinjin's heart.
Ye Jing's voice was heavy:
"Those who are insatiable in their killing intent will ultimately meet the same fate as me!"