Excessive ferocity due to caution

"The patriarch seems to think highly of this demon named Zhao Yi."

Qin Zheng looked at Qin Qiu and smiled:

"I marvel at his power."

Qin Qiu was slightly taken aback.

"powerful?"

Qin Zheng said confidently:

"Yes."

"It's not about strength."

"It's the strength of the person themselves."

"This power infected me, leading me to make this resolute decision."

Qin Qiu laughed, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out considerably.

"That sounds interesting."

Qin Zheng:

"He is far more than just interesting in a simple way."

"After my death, the Qin family can become affiliated with the Jie Sect."

"Although he is not strong enough now, he is at least not as strong as the four clans of the capital."

"But it won't be long before he gets to our position... cough cough cough..."

As Qin Zheng spoke, he coughed violently again.

Qin Qiu hurriedly stepped forward to help him catch his breath.

Having finally recovered, Qin Zheng gazed at the lake before him and licked the blood from his lips.

"Was my decision absurd?"

Qin Qiu laughed:

"Yes."

"But I trust the patriarch's decision."

Qin Zheng turned his head to look at the kind face on Qin Qiu's face, and grabbed Qin Qiu's arm.

"The future of the Qin family is in your hands, Elder Qin Qiu."

"My father wronged you back then, and now I'm going to wrong you too."

Qin Qiu shook his head.

"It is I who should say that."

"As an elder of the Qin family, I have always felt guilty for not being able to do anything for your father over the years."

"This final act of madness is just my small way of making amends."

In the garden, an old man and a young man looked at each other and exchanged knowing smiles.

...

Zhao Yi's inner world.

Upon returning to the familiar place, Su Qingyao and Chris immediately came forward to inquire about the situation.

After chatting with them briefly, Zhao Yi discovered that both of them had improved their skills considerably.

They are genuinely working hard to improve their skills.

When Zhao Yi entered the film, the two often sparred and fought, with each winning and losing, but Chris usually had the upper hand.

Zhao Yi and the darkest personality under the locust tree, listening to the praises of all living beings, stared at each other for a long time.

This was the first time he had seriously examined the darkest personality.

And so, he watched the Darkest Personality for a full day and night before turning and heading to the Bloodline Temple.

There was a white robe there.

There are some faint bloodstains on it.

Zhao Yi stretched out his finger and gently stroked the very faint blood spots.

The movements were very careful and gentle.

Then he moved closer and blew a soft breath.

The blood spots disappeared.

The white robe became flawless again.

Zhao Yi hung it up.

Then, my consciousness calmed down, and I entered the world behind the red lacquered wooden door.

He was also carrying a lantern, from which one could hear the sound of recitation.

Zhao Yi continued forward, carrying the lantern.

Foul language was being spoken in my ear.

A dense negative energy permeated every corner. At first, this energy was relatively weak and not enough to pose a threat to Zhao Yi.

However, as Zhao Yi continued to move forward, the negative energy surrounding him became increasingly terrifying.

The light from the lantern was gradually reduced until it could barely cover the area around Zhao Yi's body.

Zhao Yi reached his hand into the darkness and immediately felt a piercing pain.

He held back for a full three seconds before withdrawing his hand.

That hand was already a bloody mess.

The wound was healing at an extremely slow pace in the dim light emitted by the lantern.

The red lacquered wooden door is associated with red clothing.

The ominous atmosphere on this road is too strange; it is destined to be an extremely dangerous road.

Zhao Yi looked at the injury on his hand, expressionless.

After his injuries had fully healed, he reached out his hand once again.

This time, he paused for five seconds.

Five seconds later, Zhao Yi withdrew his hand.

The force was so strong that it almost melted the bones.

After repeating this several times, Zhao Yi chose to give up.

Zhao Yi originally wanted to develop resistance to attacks in the dark by constantly getting injured and healing.

But Zhao Yi discovered that his actions had no effect.

The outstretched hand was covered in scars and could never be restored to its original state, and its resistance to the terror of the dark had not increased in the slightest.

"Are these 'evil' things really that terrifying?"

Zhao Yi stood still, surrounded by complete darkness.

The lantern in his hand shone brightly, its light threatening to fall.

Having confirmed that he could not resist these ominous black forces through normal means, Zhao Yi could only focus his attention on the Analects once again.

The Analects gave Zhao Yi a lantern and fireflies, enabling him to stand firm in this world despite his difficulties.

Although it was also the path of evil, perhaps due to the influence of his red-robed bloodline, the horrors he experienced were far greater than those of others who walked this path.

Previously in the abandoned city, Zhao Yi had negotiated with Wu Liang and Yun Fang. Their path was also fraught with danger, and the objects they encountered were also different.

But it's nowhere near as hopeless and hopeless as I feel.

If he hadn't had the chance to learn the Analects, he would have been unable to make any progress.

Zhao Yi returned to his mental world, feeling the scorching sun, and most of the gloom on his body was dispelled.

Just as he was about to continue studying the Analects, he suddenly noticed that the butterfly from the Northern Sea Immortal Mountain had landed on his shoulder.

Zhao glanced to the side.

Looking at the motionless butterfly, I was suddenly moved.

After obtaining the Free and Easy Wanderer skill, he mostly enjoyed its passive effects (which allowed him to break through the Dominator skill at the same time), but he hadn't really explored it in depth yet.

However, since it can be identified as a red-level technique by the entertainment company's game system, it must have something extraordinary about it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yi reached out his finger, wanting to touch the butterfly that was perched on his shoulder.

Then something strange happened.

Zhao Yi's fingers passed through the butterfly's body and landed on his shoulder.

He froze, his eyes gleaming.

That butterfly that even a terrifying being beneath the Northern Sea feared... was just a phantom!

P.S.: Second update.

Have lunch, then livestream writing in the afternoon, five chapters.