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Filled with anger and hatred, the young boy desperately raised the stick and struck the man again and again, wanting them to pay with their lives!

No matter how hard she smashed it, the three tall men stood there staring straight ahead, motionless like wooden blocks.

Seeing this, tears welled up even faster in Yang Shaoqin's clear eyes, which had been roaring furiously. His tender face was filled with sorrow, and his cheeks were clenched tightly.

"Speak up! Why won't you speak! You heartless bastards! Why don't you just die!"

The child's piercing cries filled the room, but Sang Huan and Shang Fuyan, who were standing not far away, remained quiet and did not disturb him.

They knew that now was the best time for the other person to vent.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Shaoqin, who had been relentlessly beating people, finally ran out of strength and collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

The three people he was brutally beating remained standing there like puppets, completely oblivious to his anger and resentment.

Yang Shaoqin stared blankly at them, his tender face showing complete bewilderment and helplessness at encountering the unknown.

In Yangjia Town, people like to calculate age by the traditional Chinese age reckoning. Yang Shaoqin is said to be ten years old, but in reality, he is just a child who has just turned nine.

Spoiled by his parents, he spent his days playing with friends and studying at a private school.

When he encountered problems that he couldn't solve or didn't know how to solve, his parents would always step in and teach him how to handle and resolve them.

But now...

His parents are both gone, so how is he supposed to cope?

It was at this moment that Sang Huan, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, stepped forward.

She bent down, reached out and gently rubbed Yang Shaoqin's head, her voice soft and gentle.

"Are you feeling any better?"

"..."

Yang Shaoqin lowered his head and spoke after a long time.

"Sister, am I really useless? I can't even avenge our parents..."

He wanted to kill the three bad guys with a knife, but Yang Shaoqin didn't dare.

After all, these three men had a bad reputation and often secretly robbed people on the nearby main roads...

But they never harmed the townspeople...

After grabbing a lot of silver, they would even buy them a few strings of candied hawthorns to share...

But now, why has things turned out this way...?

What should he do?

The helplessness and grievances of a child can no longer be hidden and are finally exposed at this moment.

With his innocent black and white eyes, he looked at Sang Huan in front of him, and large tears of grievance rolled down his cheeks. He subconsciously wanted to find someone to help him in this desperate situation.

"Sister, I, I, you're so amazing... I..."

The child's innocent voice was filled with helplessness; he wanted to speak but was afraid of being rejected and unable to bear the consequences.

Sang Huan felt somewhat helpless and reached out to cup the child's face in her hands.

"Don't be hard on yourself, Shaoqin. Killing the townspeople wasn't their intention. Are you willing to hear the truth? Or rather, can you bear the truth?"

"What?"

His brain was somewhat sluggish from the grief, but once he came to his senses, Yang Shaoqin's eyes lit up, and he nodded without hesitation.

"I'm willing, I can handle it, sister, please tell me! I really want to know!"

From the time Yang Shaoqin could remember, he had lived in this small town. Every resident in the town was like an elder who had watched him grow up.

He didn't want to kill them if he could.

But if he doesn't kill them, what will happen to his parents and his uncles and aunts?

Yang Shaoqin was just a nine-year-old child who had grown up in a happy and harmonious family. No one had taught him how to handle this situation.

Therefore, after all the accumulated anger and resentment have been vented, what follows is an endless emptiness and confusion.

At this point, he desperately needed a guide to show him the way.

Sang Huan, who is willing to take the initiative to appear, is the best choice.

Looking at the pleading and longing in the little boy's eyes, Sang Huan remained silent for a moment, then slowly squatted down, bringing her eyes level with his.

"it is good."

Sang Huan recounted the events in a selective manner, watching the little boy's initial gnashing anger gradually turn into confusion and helplessness, with a hint of shock faintly appearing in his eyes.

Sang Huan smiled and refused the water bottle that Shang Fuyan silently offered, her voice soft.

"The one who killed your parents was an unreachable immortal from the heavens, Shao Qin. You still want revenge? Or rather... do you dare?"

Those are immortals with magical powers; they can kill people silently, or even summon wind and rain and overturn mountains and seas.

What ability does a mere mortal child have to fight against others?

To put it bluntly, if the immortal hadn't been willing to descend to the mortal realm and manipulate mortals, he wouldn't even have been able to see the other party!

What right do they have to challenge the other party...?

Just because they are mortals and weak, do they deserve to be played with and degraded like livestock by these high and mighty immortals?

No, they're not even as good as livestock!

At least they won't force beasts to kill each other! But immortals will!

Are her parents just going to die in vain?!

He was unwilling to accept it!

"I'm willing! I dare!"

Yang Shaoqin suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with fury.

Whether or not he can defeat the immortal, he should at least try, shouldn't he?

If he doesn't even have the courage to try, he's like a turtle hiding its head in the sand. What's the point of living like that?

Overnight, Yang Shaoqin, who had experienced a life-or-death ordeal, had come to understand many things.

At the same time, there was an unprecedented firmness and certainty in his eyes.

Sang Huan stared at him for a moment, and then a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

"Alright, since you insist, I'll give you a chance."

With that, she flipped her wrist, and a dagger wrapped in dark green vines appeared in her fair, jade-like palm.

Sang Huan then turned her gaze to Lin Yue, who was tightly bound by vines, not far behind him.

"Go, he's right there. Let me see your resolve."

"……good!"

Yang Shaoqin took a deep breath, his small hands trembling as he accepted the dagger Sang Huan handed him, and then walked towards Lin Yue with weak legs.

Lin Yue's life force was gradually drained by the dodder vines, and as his magical power dissipated, he became nothing more than an ordinary mortal.

They could barely maintain basic breathing, let alone resist.

Seeing that brat dared to walk towards him with a dagger, Lin Yue was both angry and anxious, and a sense of fear quietly rose in his heart.

After all, given this woman's ruthlessness, he could hardly guarantee his survival.

"You mortals dare to touch me! Aren't you afraid that the celestial beings will find out and cast your parents into the eighteenth level of the Netherworld, never to be reincarnated!?"

In a panic, Lin Yue, who had always regarded ordinary people as ants, did not hesitate to find excuses to try to survive.

Sure enough, after he said those words, Lin Yue could clearly see the mortal child holding the dagger tremble.

His once resolute expression was instantly replaced by deathly paleness and fear.

Seeing his reaction, Lin Yue, who was initially somewhat panicked, instantly calmed down.

Yes, so what if that crazy woman from who-knows-where is backing you up?

Mortals are just mortals, a bunch of lowly ants. How dare they compare themselves to immortals? They can easily fool people with some random words.

"Young boy, if you are willing to repent and turn back from your wrong path, I will let you go, and moreover..."

As he spoke, he noticed Sang Huan chatting with another man whose face he couldn't see clearly, and lowered his voice to speak.

"If you'd help me take that jade pendant out of my pocket and smash it, I might also have the mercy to help you defy fate and recreate bodies for your parents, who are trapped in the eighteen hells of the underworld, so they can be reunited with you?"

"Don't you want your parents to come back and be with you?"

The jade pendant he wore was a life-saving jade pendant specially given to celestial beings by the Heavenly Emperor.

Once it is broken, the coordinates will be transmitted, and the celestial realm will immediately send people to rescue it based on the coordinates sent.

Lin Yue had considered smashing the jade pendant before, but Sang Huan was too decisive and efficient; he was tied up before he could even react.

He himself has no chance now, so he can only see if he can trick the child in front of him into helping him.

"Besides my parents, where is everyone else in town?"

Contrary to expectations, the child struggled for a long time before finally looking up and asking a question.

"What?"

"Yangjia Town has many people, tens of thousands. Can you bring them back to life?"

Unexpectedly, the child was so greedy. Lin Yue, who had just been coaxing him, immediately showed a hint of impatience deep in his eyes.

But the situation was urgent, so he had to suppress his disgust for the children and speak gently.

"Of course, it's just a matter of a few words. As long as you're willing to help me now, I'll agree to anything you want."

"It's just a matter of a few words?"

"Of course, immortals are omnipotent."

"All-powerful, huh..."

Even at this moment, Lin Yue still couldn't resist putting on his aloof and superior air.

Little did he know that his contemptuous and disdainful attitude had thoroughly enraged Yang Shaoqin.

As Yang Shaoqin approached Lin Yue, he was excitedly directing Lin Yue to retrieve the jade pendant when he suddenly drew a gleaming dagger!

Then, he stabbed fiercely into Lin Yue's chest!

Bright red blood spurted out, splattering on the little guy's face, leaving him stunned on the spot, as it was the first time he'd done something like this.

I couldn't help but tremble all over, so I closed my eyes to calm myself.

Lin Yue's surprise froze abruptly. He stared wide-eyed in disbelief and slowly looked down.

"How dare you lay a hand on me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the dagger that was stuck in his chest was suddenly pulled out and then plunged into his other chest!

"Pfft"

"Well……"

A painful groan rang out, and Yang Shaoqin was so frightened by the scene before him that his face turned pale and his body trembled.

But there was not a trace of regret on her tender little face.

He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and looked at the man in front of him with a sarcastic expression.

"Aren't immortals supposed to be omnipotent? Then why did they die at the hands of a mortal like me? You look down on mortals, yet you want them to do your bidding! How does it feel to be betrayed now, My Lord Immortal!"

With a childlike voice filled with malice and resentment, Yang Shaoqin overcame his fear and apprehension at killing for the first time and pulled the dagger that was stuck in Lin Yue's chest out again!

Then insert it again into the other intact part of his body!

"This cut was from my mother..."

"This stab was from Aunt Lin..."

"This cut was from Grandma Wang..."

…………

The dagger, still dripping with fresh blood and flesh, was suddenly pulled out and then slashed fiercely at Lin Yue's fingers!

"what!"

Three fingers were easily severed, and Immortal Lin Yue let out a piercing scream!

"These three fingers are punishment for you using them! Die!"

The dagger rose and fell again, stabbing fiercely towards Lin Yue's chest!

Thus, the arrogant and disdainful immortal Lin Yue died at the hands of the very mortal child he despised most...

"Sister, I've taken my revenge. What should I do next?"

Looking at the man lying on the ground with wide eyes and no breath, the little boy's pent-up frustration finally dissipated.

After watching quietly for a while, Yang Shaoqin turned around without hesitation, took two steps toward Sang Huan, and then knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"Sister, I have no way to repay you. If you are willing, please take me in as your cleaning servant!"

Sang Huan didn't help him up. She took the tea that Shang Fuyan handed her, took a sip, and raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm? I've taught you so much, and all you want is to be a water-sprinkler? Shaoqin, a person can't have only that much ambition."

Yang Shaoqin paused, then suddenly looked up, his tone incredulous.

"What my sister means..."

"If you're willing to become my disciple, then it's not impossible for me to accept you as my student—but—"

Sang Huan tossed the teacup back into Shang Fuyan's hands, her soft voice languid.

"Yang Shaoqin, you must remember, you are a mortal. If you follow me and learn any magic, you'll end up behaving like those beasts from the heavens..."

Her tone suddenly turned cold, and her gaze towards Yang Shaoqin became somewhat scrutinizing.

"You'll go back to the path you chose, understand?"

"I, Yang Shaoqin, swear to the Great Dao today that if I return from learning from my master and treat my fellow clansmen as worthless, considering myself extraordinary, may I be struck down to ashes by the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation! May I suffer a terrible death for the rest of my life!"

With a thunderous roar, the oath was fulfilled.

Sang Huan raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but smile.

She believed that Yang Shaoqin would not change his mind; after all, he was the first person in later generations to become a rebel against the "demon".

Although we do not know what triggered his transformation into a "demon" in his previous life, judging from his persistence and perseverance, he must be a person of integrity.

Her test was worthwhile.

"Alright, get up. From this day forward, you are my first disciple. Consider this a gift for your acceptance into the sect. Shaoqin, you must concentrate on your cultivation."

She didn't want those so-called immortals to be arrogant, and naturally, "demons" could not be born.

Constantly sheltering them under one's wings will only produce a bunch of overgrown babies who only know how to depend on others.

It's better to rely on yourself than on others. Since there's no such thing as a cultivator in this world, she'll create her own sect.

Wouldn't it be better to let humanity fight for the right to speak for itself?

"Thank you, Master!"

Yang Shaoqin took the jade bottle and held it tightly in his hand. He was filled with excitement and then kowtowed deeply to Sang Huan to express his gratitude!

Shang Fuyan, who had taken all of this in view: ...