Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

"The armored demon soldiers below sensed the disturbance, brandishing their swords and forks, and charged forward with strange cries."

"In your eyes, they're nothing but chickens and dogs."

"You stood still, slowly raised your hand, and the demonic sword gently slashed."

"A flash of sword light, a white ray passing through the line."

"The wolf-headed demon soldier at the very front had its head flying high into the air."

"The other bull-horned demon roared and swung its spiked club, trying to smash it down."

"Press down with your five fingers together."

"The palm strike, enveloped in purplish-black heart fire, pierced through the demon's chest with a thunderous roar, exploding from behind."

"The remaining demon soldiers, seeing the situation was not good, were about to retreat when you had already closed in on them."

"In just a few breaths, all the demonic mists guarding the valley entrance were killed."

"You stood among the corpses, your expression indifferent."

"When the vegetable people in the valley saw that all the demon soldiers were dead, they were stunned for a moment, and then cries for mercy rose up everywhere."

"Some people knelt behind the wooden fence and kowtowed repeatedly, some held their children and wept bitterly, and some reached out to you through the fence, begging for a way to live."

"But when these sounds reach your ears, they sound sharp, piercing, and annoyingly noisy."

You frowned and looked up.

"Those crying faces gradually overlapped with the bear demon in my memory."

"Sometimes it has a bear's head, sometimes it has a human face."

"...gradually, only a shell remained."

"Bear Demon!"

"They're all bear demons!"

"They all deserve to die!"

"The moment this thought arose, the Soul-Devouring Sword emitted a low, soft hum, a sound that was both a smile and an approval."

You slowly walked down the slope, sword in hand.

"When those vegetable people saw you coming, their cries and shouts grew even louder."

"But you only find it noisy and regard it as an enemy."

"The first sword strike, breaking the wooden railing."

"The second strike, to take the head."

"With a flash of sword light, three heads rolled to the ground, their blood splattering onto the chopping board like freshly hung hot meat in a butcher's shed."

Everyone froze, then erupted into chaos.

"You walk forward step by step, your feet treading on blood and severed limbs."

"Someone, unwilling to accept this, rushed up to you and hugged your legs, begging you to spare his child."

"When you look down, what you see is a furry bear face with protruding fangs and a mouth full of blood."

"So you stomped down, and the skull shattered, splattering red and white everywhere."

The rest of the people stared at you blankly, muttering "demon".

"Just a moment."

"There were no survivors in the entire slaughterhouse."

"The blood flowed down the slope, merging with the previous red stream, making it appear even more scarlet and glaring."

"And you stand amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the violence in your heart not only does not subside, but is instead amplified by the killing."

"I am extremely satisfied with the Soul-Devouring Sword."

"Another wisp of pure power slowly flowed from the sword."

"This time, it's even more mesmerizing than before."

"You accept everything that comes your way, taking it all into your body."

"The fiery passion within, a mixture of purple, orange, gold, and black, adds a touch of eerie nobility."

"You look down at the demonic sword in your hand and suddenly a ridiculous yet very real thought arises in your mind."

"Whether human or demon, all living things are nothing more than provisions for this sword."

"Considering this, you will not look at the valley again."

"He simply flicked the broken sword lightly, shaking off the remaining blood."

Then he turned and left.

"Where his footsteps passed, his robes fluttered in the wind, leaving only a desolate valley behind him."

……

Time flies, seasons change.

"In the blink of an eye, three years have passed."

"A gaunt figure has appeared between the Demon Realm and the Great Sun Border."

"Wearing tattered clothes and carrying a broken sword, he moved without a fixed abode, and those who saw him often died."

"Initially, the demon race called him 'Broken Sword Maniac'."

"It's because he always carries a broken sword in his hand, and he slays any demon he encounters."

"He often danced with his sword alone amidst mountains of corpses and seas of bones, seemingly both insane and mad."

"Later, the remnants of the human army and the scattered warriors were also called 'Sword Maniac Demons'."

"Because he kept talking to himself, and often laughed wildly to the sky before charging into the battlefield with his sword, he would attack without distinguishing between humans and demons, only acting out of murderous intent."

"The reputation of 'Broken Sword Maniac' and 'Sword Maniac Demon' is growing, and they can even stop children from crying at night."

"Whether human or demon, they often cannot escape a single sword strike."

"On that day, the wind howled across the wasteland, and piles of white bones lay scattered everywhere."

"The Broken Sword Maniac sat alone atop a small mountain of bones, his broken sword lying across his knees."

"The Soul-Devouring Sword trembled slightly and spat out several streams of black flames."

"The black flames landed and transformed into several souls that became sword slaves."

"They stood silently, holding knives and swords, forming a circle around the demon."

He suddenly stood up, drew his sword, and attacked.

"His sword moves like a madman, his steps are chaotic like a drunken maniac."

"The dead souls know neither pain nor fear, but only follow the will of the demonic sword, fighting it again and again."

"And the demon needs such tireless and fearless opponents to hone his sword."

"At the height of the battle, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was completely obsessed."

"After the final sword strike shattered half of the top scholar Zhang Que's body, he suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly."

"The laughter shook the mountain of bones, causing them to fall in a flurry, and startled the carrion vultures in the distance, causing them to take flight in disarray."

"After you finished laughing and sheathed your sword, you felt extremely happy and wanted to find some living creatures to kill immediately to satisfy your urge."

"So they followed the scent of blood, seeking another person to drink their blood."

……

Not long after, the sounds of clashing weapons and angry shouts suddenly came from the mountain pass ahead.

"You drew your sword and rushed over, only to find a rocky slope where humans and demons were locked in a fierce battle."

"There were warriors of the Great Sun forming a defensive formation, while demons attacked in waves."

"You intended to enter the arena with your sword."

But as soon as he looked up, his heart was suddenly shaken.

"Amidst the chaotic battle, there was an old man, clad in armor and carrying a staff."

"One eye was empty and white, and the other eye was also half-covered by a veil, yet his attacks remained fierce and ruthless."

"It is indeed Wu Yong."

"The moment you see this person, your chest feels like it's being squeezed, and your breath hitches."

"The next moment, he turned and ran away."

"Wu Yong's eyes are now one blind and the other damaged, his eyesight is almost nonexistent."

"But over the years, he has developed an exceptionally sensitive ear, and the sound of wind, footsteps, and breathing can not be missed by him within dozens of feet."

"Amidst the chaos of battle, as the surrounding martial artists saw your figure flash by, some cried out in alarm: 'Broken Sword Maniac! It's Broken Sword Maniac!'"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yong suddenly stopped.

"He unleashed several palm strikes in quick succession, the force of which remained as intense as ever."

"They smashed three or four dazed demons to pieces, and then, following the sound, they chased after you in the direction you fled."

……

"Your mind is in turmoil; at times you whisper to the sword slave of the dead, and at other times you seem to be crying and laughing at the white bones by the roadside."

"After escaping for several miles, he was eventually caught up by Wu Yong."

"The old man stood in front of the rocky slope, his chest heaving."

"Despite being disabled for many years, his voice remains steady."

He simply called out in a low voice, "Li Qian."

Your body stiffened instantly.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he turned to draw his sword to kill him.

"But the sword tip, after extending half a foot, finally stopped."

Wu Yong stood opposite you, not flinching, but just giving a bitter smile.

“‘It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t agreed back then, Nephew Xu, you wouldn’t have ended up like this today.’”

"You were momentarily dazed, and the sword trembled slightly."

Wu Yong added, "I've protected everyone in your household for you."

"My nephew has caused too much trouble; I can't let them show their faces in public, so I have to hide them."

"They've been thinking of you all these years."

"Your mother burns incense every night, and your eldest brother often sends people north to inquire about news."

"Pretend you're still alive."

"These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over your head, instantly throwing your frenzied killing intent into disarray."

Your lips moved, as if you wanted to say something.

But in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.

"You withdrew and turned to leave, even faster than before."