Destiny is ashes

Chapter 51: Demonic Manifestation
"Something's wrong!"

An Jing instinctively smelled something very troublesome, frowned and said to himself, "It can't be like those storytelling novels, where Gu Yeqi's father had a conflict with the family, and lived alone in the northern border under an assumed name as an ordinary person, and then because of the frost disaster, he was forced to sell Yeqi to a stranger in order to save his daughter, and then had to bow to his parents and borrow the power of his family to find his daughter back."

"As we searched, we discovered that there was a serious problem. That group of strangers was a cult, and things were getting out of control..."

Shaking his head slightly, An Jing threw this outrageous speculation out of his mind and complained, "It's too vulgar."

But no matter what, with this relationship, An Jing is not worried about the future arrangements of his friends - Gu Yeqi is indeed a good girl, and as An Jing's deputy, her abilities are also quite good.

The selection of the Demon Cult is indeed cruel, but it also means that all those who survive are the best among men.

Apart from anything else, in order to ensure that his most familiar friends would not be infected by the evil spirit, An Jing, after obtaining the consent of the sword spirit, also granted Gu Yeqi and Cang Linzu a part of the "Pure and Quiet Sword View" to strengthen their minds.

Cang Linzu is a genius whose aptitude and comprehension are second only to An Jing, and who can even fight with An Jing for a few moves. Naturally, he learns quickly, but Gu Yeqi learns this method of meditation even faster.

She is obviously talented in this area.

But then again, this small Xuanming Manor can actually gather so many talented people. Dachen probably sent people here not only to rescue Gu Yeqi, but also to pick the best ones, right?

This possibility is not small...

"You actually have so many storytellings in your wisdom?"

Sensing An Jing's thoughts, even the sword spirit became curious: "Hmm... Although there are many vulgar words, the plot seems to be good - An Jing, were you a storyteller who roamed the world with a sword in your previous life?"

"I'm afraid not." An Jing smacked his lips: "Your memory is incomplete, and my memory is also incomplete. We are quite similar in this respect."

"The wisdom will eventually awaken completely, or you will reconcile with your past life, or even your past life may not want to live again." The sword spirit was a little depressed: "And my memory was stripped away by the demon... But our thinking is quite similar, fortunately."

"Yeah."

An Jing sighed in his heart and looked around at the Sons of Disaster and the Red Armor Guards: "I feel like I don't fit in."

Inside the camp, everyone stood in the sun, seemingly having shaken off all the haze.

Only An Jing was still sitting in the shadow of the trees on the side of the valley, watching all this with mixed feelings.

"They cannot understand my anger. My thoughts, ideas, and personality all come from my natural talents and wisdom. They really don't think eating people is a big deal, and they can even ignore the slaughter of people."

"I'm wondering if I'm a little overly sensitive. Have I developed some mental problems because of the frost disaster? That's why I'm so sensitive and... paranoid."

"Maybe this is how the world is. The world can't feed everyone, so people are eaten. Maybe I'm too immersed in my own fantasy world."

"Although I will never change, others..."

An Jing expressed his thoughts. He indeed had no doubts about his future path, but he still had some hesitations about whether he should involve other people.

"If you were an ordinary person, you would be right." The sword spirit said without hesitation regarding An Jing's slightly decadent thoughts at the moment.

He said as a matter of course: "What can a branch do? It is nothing more than floating on the water, drifting with the current. Don't expect it to build a temple, nor do you expect it to serve as a pillar. Even if it burns, it is nothing more than a flash of light. It can't illuminate a person's face in the dark, nor can it break through the fog. It can't burn steel red and forge it into a sword."

"But you are a cultivator, you have a miraculous destiny, you are a genius, and you are my sword bearer. In the future, when you become a strong man, your spine can support the temple of morality, and your bones can also serve as the pillars of the world. If you ignite the flame, even the world will burn."

"Immersed in your own world? You're wrong, An Jing... We cultivators must use our fists and swords to make the world in our hearts... real, carve it into reality!"

"If the world doesn't allow it, then beat the world until it allows it!"

"If others don't understand you, then let them live in the world you create, generation after generation, until they regard this as the way of heaven and the law of nature!"

Jian's thinking is so simple and direct that you don't even need to use your brain to refute him.

But An Jing needs this kind of simplicity and directness.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "That's right. I don't need to be like them."

“I am indeed different from them.”

An Jing closed his eyes. Perhaps this era was indeed bloody and backward, corrupt and greedy... But even in such an era, such a great era, or even in such a cult, there would be people who loved the country and the people, people who were honest and upright, people who obeyed the order, at least kept themselves clean, and were not corrupt, greedy, cruel or degenerate.

Just because the times are like this doesn't mean that everyone has to be like this, nor does it mean that it has always been like this.

Doesn't mean he wants to do this.

What's more, he is so strong, so talented, and has a magic sword.

If he were at peace, perhaps he could reverse, transform, or even destroy this world!
"Yes, your mindset changes very quickly, which is very suitable for honing your Dao heart..."

Sensing the change in An Jing's mentality, the sword spirit was only halfway through praising him when his tone suddenly became solemn, causing An Jing, who had been relaxing, to immediately raise his head: "This feeling, such a strong demonic energy... is it a demon?!"

"An Jing, run!"

He raised his voice. He was stunned and angry and said, "There is a powerful demon hidden among the new batch of Red Armor Guards approaching. They are targeting me... I can't be discovered by them!"

"What happened to this human dynasty? How could it be so deeply corrupted by the devil?!"

"what?!"

An Jing stood up quickly, which scared Cang Linzu next to him. Even Gu Yeqi, who was asking Chijiawei about his family's situation, subconsciously turned his head and looked in An Jing's direction: "Brother Jing, what happened?"

Then, they, along with all the Red Armor Guards, were stunned to see An Jing suddenly leap up, turning into a residual shadow, and rushing directly into the deep mountains and forests.

"Go! Stay away from the Valley of Suspension!"

Before leaving, An Jing shouted sternly: "There is a demon lurking in the group of red armored guards coming here, and it wants to release the demons in Xuanming Valley!"

"A Cang! After I leave, you and Ye Qi must teach everyone the meditation method I taught you... You must do it!"

"What? Demon!" "What proof do you have... Damn it! Listen up! Retreat in formation!"

Cang Linzu was extremely shocked, and the captain of the Red Armor Guard, a military general with a long beard who was communicating with Gu Yeqi before, also asked instinctively.

But as soon as he said this, he realized that this haunted place, Xuanming Valley, seemed to indeed have a demon sealed in it.

At this time, it is better to believe it exists than to believe it does not!
What's more, as the person who communicates with the undercover most frequently, he knows the value of An Jing's strength better than all the Red Armor Guards. He knows that this young genius who is highly regarded by the Demon Cult does have extraordinary qualities - maybe the other party really has a keen sense of demonic energy?

As for why the other party suddenly went against his normal habit of taking care of his companions and left alone, there might be other reasons. Anyway, they couldn't catch up and could only retreat first!

Immediately, more than a hundred Red Armor Guards moved in unison, and quickly left the White Sand Land and Xuanming Valley with the bewildered Sons of Disaster, retreating to the foot of the mountain.

Red flames spread and rose on their armor, and with the commander as the core, they formed a huge formation that protected everyone.

"Brother, he..." Cang Linzu hadn't reacted yet. Why did An Jing, who was chatting and joking with him just now and trying to dispel his depressed mood, suddenly get up and leave without taking his thoughts with him at all? Gu Yeqi turned his head to look at the jungle where An Jing disappeared, and he understood a little.

——The evil spirit in Xuanming Valley is so dangerous that even the Red Armor Guards dare not approach it casually. However, Brother Jing dares to lead them in to hide and come and go freely... Brother Jing may really have a special way to deal with the evil spirit and a secret related to the Heavenly Demon. The Heavenly Demon will definitely discover this when he approaches!
He left suddenly to avoid himself and others from being affected!
"Oh?"

At this time, among the Red Armor Guards who were approaching Xuanming Valley, an ordinary warrior noticed that the team in front was retreating away from Xuanming Valley. He couldn't help but wonder, "They actually found something wrong? How come [Interrogative Heart] could be discovered by these little guys?"

"Forget it." He said with regret, "What a shame for such a good show."

"Fanjin, what did you say?"

The teammate next to him thought he was talking to him and turned his head away in confusion.

"It's okay." The warrior called Fan Jin smiled and replied: "I'm sorry, but goodbye."

Then, the world fell into complete darkness.

In the ranks of the Red Armor Guards, a steaming, rotten, extremely sweet and fishy smell spread, and demonic energy so thick that it was almost as thick as oil gushed out from their elaborate bodies and the gaps in their armor.

Instantly, the iridescent demonic energy on the oil stain instantly engulfed the entire Red Armor Guard Brigade, just like a tide engulfing sand.

(End of this chapter)