Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

Chen Xing smiled too, a clean smile with a hint of youthful vigor: "He's not dead."

Chen Qingshan walked over and patted his son's uninjured shoulder forcefully.

The scene was very realistic: "Come in and have some food."

"When your Uncle Wang heard that you had gone out of town again, he specially sent you a whole hind leg of an Ironback Mountain Boar that he had just hunted."

"They said it was to help you recover and so you could take care of his son more often."

Chen Xing nodded and carried the bag.

I followed my father into the dimly lit stairwell.

Lin Moyan followed behind, carrying the bag.

He shouted with a grin:

"Hello Uncle Chen! My name is Lin Moyan, Xing Ge's teammate! Sorry to bother you!"

Chen Qingshan glanced back at him, his gaze sweeping over the broken guitar in his arms and his pale face.

He nodded:

"Yes, come in and have something to eat. Your injury needs some nourishment."

"Thank you, Uncle Chen!" Lin Moyan followed along eagerly.

The old door opened, and warm light and the aroma of food wafted out.

On the table, steaming hot food was already laid out.

In the middle is a large plate with an enticing color.

The aroma of braised iron-backed wild boar meat is irresistible.

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly.

……

The rich aroma of braised wild boar meat filled the slightly cramped living room.

But the atmosphere at the dinner table was unusually quiet.

Lin Moyan had already devoured three large bowls of rice in a flash.

He patted his belly contentedly, sprawled on the sofa, scrolled through his phone, and occasionally let out a silly chuckle.

Chen Qingshan did not eat heartily as usual.

He was just holding a glass of cheap liquor.

His gaze fell on Chen Xing, who was engrossed in eating across from him, his expression complex.

Chen Xing noticed his father's silence.

He put down his chopsticks and picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth.

He looked at his father: "Dad, is something wrong?"

Chen Qingshan tightened his grip on the wine glass and remained silent for two seconds.

He downed the spicy liquor in one gulp, his throat bobbing slightly.

He slowly opened his mouth, his voice carrying an unusual depth:

You were only one year old when your mother passed away.

The father rarely mentioned his mother.

He only gleaned information from his father's occasional drunken remarks and some old photographs.

I know my mother was a gentle and beautiful woman who died in a monster attack.

This was the first time my father had brought it up so explicitly and proactively.

"That year, our team took on a mission to clear out the 'Chi Beast's' lair outside the city walls."

"Everything was going smoothly, and we were almost finished."

Chen Qingshan's voice was somewhat dry, and his gaze seemed to drift far away.

"As a result... we encountered a 'Chi Beast,' a high-level third-tier beast."

"Approaching the fourth rank, and being an extremely rare 'Heart Beast' capable of transforming into human form for a short period of time."

"It disguised itself as an injured refugee woman and mingled among the people we rescued."

"They tricked our squad into opening their lines and then launched a sudden attack..."

Chen Qingshan's voice trembled slightly as he looked up, his eyes reddening.

But he managed to hold back his emotions and not lose control.

"Your mom... is right next to me."

"She has a support-type talent and was originally positioned in the back row..."

"That beast's first target was me, it was your mother... She used her body to take that fatal blow for me."

The only sound in the living room was the faint background noise from a short video on Lin Moyan's phone.

And his subconscious holding of his breath.

Chen Xing listened quietly, his hand resting under the table.

He had clenched his fist without realizing it, and his knuckles were slightly white from the force.

Having lived two lives, he certainly understands the cruelty of this world.

They understand it even more deeply than the indigenous people.

But those about the ferocity of the monsters.

The perception that human life is as worthless as grass.

Most of them come from books.

Background settings for news and systems.

At this moment, I hear my father's voice, so calm yet suppressing immense pain.

It tells the truth about the mother's tragic death.

Those cold words and settings.

It instantly became incredibly vibrant.

Heavy, with the scalding smell of blood, it slammed into his heart.

He recalled the system's motto: "Stop killing with killing, prove the Way with violence."

It seems that this was never just a cringeworthy slogan, nor was it simply an excuse to become stronger.

This is the world's countless fathers.

A person like a mother.

It has been proven with blood and lives.

The most naked.

The cruelest rules of survival.

Being kind to monsters is being kind to yourself.

The greatest cruelty to one's own family and to all of human civilization.

Chen Qingshan took a deep breath and poured himself another glass of wine.

But he didn't drink it immediately; he just watched the clear liquid swirling in the glass.

The sound returned to its previous roughness.

But with an unprecedented seriousness:

"Son, Dad knows you're talented, have ideas, and are ruthless enough."

"I'm so proud to see you like this now."

"But Dad still has to say one thing—being alive is more important than anything else."

"Only by staying alive can you kill more demons and become stronger."

"Only then can you go further, until those damned monsters can no longer touch you."

"A place where you can't reach the people you care about."

Chen Xing raised his head and looked at his father's face, etched with the marks of time.

But his face was full of concern.

Heavy and heavy.

He nodded slowly, each word clear and forceful:

"Dad, I understand."

Chen Qingshan looked into his son's calm eyes, which held a burning flame within them.

I know he wasn't just being perfunctory.

He grinned, trying to smile.

But in the end, he just patted Chen Xing on the shoulder.

Then he picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Have a meal."

After the meal, Lin Moyan wisely did not linger.

He said goodbye to Chen Qingshan and Chen Xing, then hugged his precious guitar with its broken string.

Chen Xing returned to his simple room, which contained only a bed, a table, and a wardrobe.

Without turning on the light, I walked to the window.

Looking at the distant outline of the city walls, which resembled a giant beast crouching in the twilight.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary office worker in a peaceful era.

The biggest worry is KPIs.

Housing prices and holidays that seem endless.

In this life, he was reborn into this world, amidst rampant monsters.

Civilization struggles to survive, and the mother dies from a demonic calamity.

His father raised him with his life and blood, while he himself...

They had also just experienced two bloody hunts where they narrowly escaped death.

"Mom, don't worry."

Chen Xing gazed at the darkness of the northern wilderness.

He whispered silently to himself, his eyes as cold as iron.

"I will kill them all."

"I'll do it my way. I won't let a single one escape."

Just then, a sound came from the doorway.

Lin Moyan left but returned.

The sound of shouting and yelling:

"Holy crap!! Brother Xing! Uncle Chen!"

"Come quick! Something terrible has happened! The official Chinese government has issued a statement!"