Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu

The starlight faded from the secret passage, and Lin Ye and Shen Qingyuan found themselves in the Star Abyss Secret Realm. The star crystals beneath their feet gleamed coldly, and in the distance, a vortex of starlight slowly rotated, violent star power tearing at the air, with the occasional screams of cultivators echoing through the air, making the place seem even more cruel.

"Let's head towards the Dark Nebula," Shen Qingyuan said in a low voice, her star-patterned sword held across her chest, star power gently enveloping the two of them.

Just as Lin Ye nodded, Xing Jin, far away in the Myriad Beasts Secret Realm, suddenly cried out in his mind:

"Master! There are four wicked cultivators to your right! They're all from the Netherworld Branch! They're shrouded in black mist and heading straight for you!"

Before the words were finished, four dark figures pounced like hungry wolves.

The leader, a man in black with a jet-black bone claw on his right arm, grinned maliciously: "Lingxiao Pavilion brat, hand over the alien origin! The leader said, for your head, the reward is ten thousand star jades!"

The other three were armed with either ghost-head knives or poisoned chain hammers, their fierce auras radiating outwards, clearly indicating they were desperate criminals who had been engaged in assassinations for years.

"Those scoundrels from the Netherworld Branch!"

Shen Qingyuan's sword flashed, aiming straight for the scarred man, but the three opponents coordinated perfectly, unleashing a barrage of sword light, hammer wind, and poisonous mist that instantly entangled her, making it impossible for her to escape.

The man in black grinned maliciously, suddenly pulling away. His bone claws, emanating a putrid black aura, aimed straight for Lin Ye's heart, intending to kill him in one blow: "Boy, I want your essence!"

Sharp claws sliced ​​through the air, and a foul stench swept over them.

Lin Ye's pupils shrank sharply. The naked killing intent in the other party's eyes was more terrifying than any time he had experienced a late delivery or a malicious negative review in his previous life as a food delivery worker. At this moment, there was no way to avoid it or stop it; death was the only option.

Shen Qingyuan was tied down by the other three evil cultivators and unable to return to help. She could only cry out in alarm, "Junior brother! Be careful!"

In that split second between life and death, Lin Ye's left arm suddenly became hot, the alien origin likely being the "Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu" technique in his mind.

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His signature fist technique—the Celestial Pivot Star Fist—was unleashed with a natural flow.

This fist technique originates from the source of the Heavenly Book. It has no fancy moves or empty tricks. It is based on stellar power and has the spirit as its soul. It is steady, calm, accurate, and ruthless, just like his previous life as a deliveryman who persevered through wind and rain to the very end.

"First move—Breaking through the enemy lines alone!"

Lin Ye took a step forward, his fist flying like an arrow. He didn't have time to think. He stomped his foot hard, and the star crystal shattered instantly. His figure shot out like an arrow, without dodging or avoiding, without any fancy moves. He relied solely on his survival instinct, gathering all his star power in his right fist, and aimed straight at the black-clothed man's heart!

"court death!"

The man in black grinned maliciously, urging his bone claws to grab at his fist, intending to tear his meridians apart.

But the next moment, a deafening thud exploded!

"Bang—!"

The stellar power exploded like stars falling to earth.

The man in black looked down in disbelief at the gaping hole in his chest, pierced by a single punch. The grotesque wound was a result of the stellar energy shattering his heart, internal organs, and bones.

Hot blood gushed out, splattering all over Lin Ye's body and face. The warm, sticky sensation instantly covered his cheeks and clothes.

"Well……"

The man in black didn't even have time to scream before his body slammed heavily to the ground like a broken sack. His limbs twitched twice, and he was completely lifeless. His fierce eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes wide open.

The surroundings fell into dead silence instantly, with only the piercing and frightening sound of dripping blood.

Lin Ye stood frozen in place, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

He stared intently at his right hand, the hand that, in his past life, had traversed the streets and alleys, handing out hot porridge, milk tea, and hamburgers, always keeping the food warm and clean, never intentionally harming even an ant.

But at this moment, his fist was covered in blood, and tiny pieces of flesh were embedded between his fingers. The dull shock of smashing a human body still lingered on his fist, and the pungent smell of blood clung to his skin, refusing to dissipate.

He killed someone.

With those hands that had only ever delivered takeout and had never killed anyone, he punched someone to death.

"vomit--!"

A strong wave of nausea surged up his throat, and Lin Ye bent over abruptly, clutching his knees and retching violently. He had almost vomited up all the stomach acid, but he still couldn't suppress the churning discomfort in his heart.

His stomach was bloated and painful. The suffering he had endured in his previous life—eating cold food and going hungry—was nothing compared to the pain he felt now. Every breath he took caused him to feel nauseous and tremble.

"Junior brother!"

Seeing this, Shen Qingyuan immediately activated all her star power, forcefully forcing back the three evil cultivators beside her. She rushed to Lin Ye's side, reached out to support his swaying body, and asked in a voice full of heartache and worry, "How are you? Are you hurt? Don't be afraid, you'll be alright."

Lin Ye's face was ashen, his lips trembled uncontrollably, his eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with suppressed sobs: "Senior sister, I...I punched him to death, I killed someone..."

He frantically wiped his right hand on his robe, trying to remove the bloodstains, but his fingertips trembled more and more as he wiped, the panic and helplessness in his heart almost overwhelming him: "I didn't want to kill him, I just wanted to protect myself, I've never killed anyone before..."

Just as Shen Qingyuan bent down to comfort Lin Ye, completely unprepared, the remaining three evil cultivators' eyes flashed with ferocity, and they seized the opportunity to attack at the same time!

One of them circled behind Shen Qingyuan, raised his ghost-head saber high, and with overwhelming murderous aura, chopped it down straight at the back of her head, intending to kill her with one blow!

"Senior sister! Watch out behind you!"

Lin Ye looked up and saw this scene. All his discomfort, panic, and nausea vanished instantly, leaving only extreme terror. He absolutely could not watch his beloved senior sister, who was protecting him, die at the hands of these wicked cultivators!

There was no time to even think before unleashing "Celestial Pivot Star Fist, Fifth Form, Overtime Rage Fist!"

This move embodies the core resilience of delivery drivers—unyielding in the face of adversity and fighting to the bitter end, just like how they still give their all to deliver orders even when they are close to being late, never retreating despite injuries, and becoming stronger with each battle.

"Click—"

A clear sound of skull shattering rang out. The man didn't even utter a sound as his ghost-head knife clattered to the ground, and he fell straight down, dying instantly.

This punch was to save my senior sister.

Lin Ye withdrew his fist, looked at the new bloodstains on his hand, and froze completely. His legs were so weak that he could barely stand. The discomfort in his heart was even stronger than the first time. The double bloody memories replayed in his mind, almost causing him to collapse.

Seeing this, the remaining two evil cultivators not only did not back down, but became even more frenzied, brandishing their weapons and rushing towards the two, wanting to kill them all.

Shen Qingyuan's eyes instantly turned icy cold. She shielded Lin Ye behind her, and her star-patterned sword erupted with dazzling starlight. All gentleness vanished from her body, replaced by a fierce killing intent. In a flash, her sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor, swiftly and cleanly thrusting out, piercing the heart of a wicked cultivator.

The other person turned to flee in fright, but Shen Qingyuan gave him no chance. She spun around and swung her sword, the starlight flashing as she severed his life force.

In the blink of an eye, the remaining two evil cultivators were both killed by Shen Qingyuan's sword.

Having resolved all the crises, Shen Qingyuan immediately sheathed her sword, turned around and supported the trembling Lin Ye, gently patting his back and softly comforting him: "Junior brother, it's all thanks to you for saving me. They were all heinous evil cultivators with blood on their hands, and they deserved to die. You were protecting yourself and saving me, not killing indiscriminately. Don't be so hard on yourself."

But Lin Ye couldn't listen to any of it. He looked at his hands, which were covered in blood, and tears mingled with the blood on his face as he slid down his cheeks. The pain and despair in his heart surged up.

The feeling of killing was so terrible that he didn't want to endure it for even a second. He hated this dog-eat-dog world where killing was commonplace, and he hated himself even more for being forced to become a person with blood on his hands.

He missed his past life so much, the bustling streets, the evening breeze as he rode his electric scooter through the crowds, and the ordinary days where, no matter how tiring or difficult, he never had to face life or death or kill anyone. In that world, there was no killing, no robbery; as long as you worked diligently, you could live a peaceful life without getting your hands dirty or killing anyone.

"I know... I know everything..." Lin Ye's voice choked with sobs, his fists clenched so tightly they were white at the knuckles, his bloodied fists clenched. "But I feel so awful, so disgusted. I hate this place. I want to go home. I want to go back to my old world..."

He didn't want any secret realms or opportunities, nor did he want to become a powerful person. He just wanted to go back to being a clean, ordinary deliveryman, and never have to face such slaughter again.

Shen Qingyuan silently stayed with him, letting him vent his emotions, gently wiping away the blood and tears on his face, her heart filled with heartache.

After a long while, Lin Ye managed to calm down from his discomfort and longing for his homeland, but he was forced to become more resolute. He knew that there were people around him who trusted and protected him, and he couldn't continue to wallow in his emotions.

"Senior sister, let's go."

His voice still trembled, his steps heavy as he trod across the blood-stained earth, his gaze resolute as he walked toward the depths of the secret realm. The thought of returning home had never been stronger in his heart—he had to find a way back, back to that ordinary world without killing, only the warmth of human life.