Chapter 542 Tragic Story

However, Chi Shujian's next words made his heart sink, and the smile on his face disappeared without a trace.

"You're welcome, but Brother Lin, I took such a big risk for you, and just some things are not enough." Chi Shujian showed a half-smile on his face.

Lin Damao was silent.

After a long time, his emotionless voice sounded again, "What do you want?"

"Hehe, as long as Brother Lin is willing to swear a great oath to serve me as his master and never betray me for life, I will find a suitable body for you."

There was another long silence.

Chi Shujian was not in a hurry, and now the initiative was in his hands.

As if he had accepted his fate, Lin Damao said helplessly: "Okay, but I have a condition, that is, you must kill that kid for me personally, so that I can serve you as my master and listen to your orders."

"Okay, no problem, you swear." Chi Shujian was delighted and immediately agreed without hesitation.

It was not difficult for him to kill that kid, because in his opinion, Lin Damao was simply too stupid to fall into someone else's trap, and fell into it twice in a row, first the big formation and then the large number of explosive talismans hidden in the body of the monster, which almost cost him his life.

As long as he is careful, there will be no problem.

"God is above, I, Lin Damao, swear that as long as Chi Shujian can kill the kid who destroyed my body, I will be willing to serve him as my master, listen to his orders, and never betray him."

As the oath was completed, a golden decree quickly condensed in the sky outside, ignoring all obstacles below, and directly fell into Lin Damao's golden elixir.

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One day later.

Luanfeng Village, located under two high and low mountains that are close to each other like lovers, is a large village with thousands of households.

With Luanfeng Village as the center, there are dozens of large and small villages around it. The terrain in this area is flat, with countless fertile fields and a stream winding through these villages, feeding thousands of families nearby.

The villagers work from sunrise to sunset, and their lives are very comfortable and happy.

At this time, on the highest peak above Luanfeng Village, Zhan Nianchuan slowly descended with the escape light.

Staring at the faint smoke floating above the village below, listening to the faint sounds of chickens and dogs barking, Zhan Nianchuan's expression was very complicated.

Once upon a time, he was also a carefree mountain boy.

Running and playing freely in the mountains and forests, in the fields, in front of and behind the house.

"Dad, look, I caught another big carp."

"Haha~ Chuan'er is awesome!"

...

It's a pity that those beautiful years have gone with the wind.

And it was those damn sea monsters that destroyed all this!

Zhan Nianchuan's eyes gradually turned blood red.

Kill them!

Must kill them!

Meng Xiaohua and her brother were shocked to see Zhan Nianchuan beside them suddenly clenched his fists tightly, and then a raging killing intent swept over them like a raging wave, frightening them so much that their legs trembled and they fell to the ground.

In a trance, they seemed to be facing a demon god who walked out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses, waving the sickle of death to harvest their lives crazily.

Fortunately, Zhan Nianchuan also found that his emotions were a little out of control, and he quickly used all his strength to activate the soul refining technique, and his eyes gradually regained clarity.

"Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Meng Xiaohua answered timidly. She looked at the man with a gentle voice and it was difficult to connect him with the man who was full of blood and killing aura.

"I'll take you back." Zhan Nianchuan said lightly.

Meng Xiaohua showed hesitation on her face, while Meng Xiaoguo showed obvious resistance.

"What's going on?" Zhan Nianchuan's voice sank slightly, and he was powerful without anger.

The two siblings looked at each other and were silent for a moment. Meng Xiaohua told a miserable story.

The Meng family was originally an inconspicuous immortal cultivation family. They had been living in seclusion in Luanfeng Village. There were seven or eight young cultivators in the Qi Condensation Realm in the family. Their grandfather Meng Chengye was the one with the highest cultivation in the family, at the fifth level of Qi Condensation. Their father Meng Yuan and uncle Meng Hongyun were both at the third level of Qi Condensation.

For a small immortal cultivation family like theirs, there was only one way to go further, which was to give birth to a genius disciple with double or triple spiritual roots among the offspring, so that they could be worshipped in the immortal sect. Therefore, the cultivators in their family had a lot of offspring, and Meng Xiaohua had twelve brothers and sisters.

However, there were many children, but few of them had spiritual roots. Over time, they all gave up and were content to spend the rest of their lives in this Luanfeng Village, while Meng Yuan and Meng Hongyun entered the secular world to enjoy the wealth of the world.

Until ten years ago.

One day, Meng Yuan rescued a dying foundation cultivator on his way home. It was said that he was an inner disciple of Luoyue Sect.

The whole family was very happy because they could finally establish a relationship with the immortal sect.

However, Meng Hongyun, who heard the news, also returned to the family and did something that almost destroyed the entire Meng family.

He took advantage of the fact that the cultivator was still injured and suddenly tried to assassinate him!

But his cultivation was too poor after all, and after a desperate fight, the cultivator finally gained the upper hand. When he was about to be killed by the cultivator, Meng Yuan rushed over. As soon as he arrived, he saw that his brother was on the verge of life and death, so he hurriedly used all his strength to injure the cultivator.

However, he was soft-hearted for a moment and let the cultivator escape. Knowing that he had caused a big disaster, Meng Hongyun lied that the cultivator was repaying kindness with hatred, and then took away all the spiritual stones and valuables in the family. He was gone for a full ten years and has not returned yet.

Later, after the cultivator recovered from his injuries, he broke into the Meng family alone, did not listen to Meng Yuan's explanation at all, and directly killed all the immortal cultivators. Only Meng Xiaoguo, who was still in his infancy and had not yet shown his spiritual roots, escaped.

From then on, the Meng family was completely ruined, and was even forced to move away from the ancestral land by another immortal cultivation family. But by selling off their property and hundreds of acres of land, they were still able to make a living.

However, the descendants of Meng Yuan and Meng Hongyun were miserable. Although the other elders believed that Meng Hongyun had brought disaster to the family, they also agreed that Meng Yuan was also one of the culprits. Without him bringing the foundation-building cultivator back to the family, everything in the family would be fine.

So Meng Xiaohua and her brother and sister never had enough to eat since they were young, and no one sent them to test their spiritual roots. When Meng Xiaoguo was just nine years old, he was sent to the cold iron ore vein under the Luoyue Sect to pick up spiritual material particles in the ore powder. He kept picking them up with his hands, and he could get a spiritual stone with insufficient spiritual energy every three months.

He relied on these spiritual stones and entered the first level of Qi Condensation under the guidance of a miner, and then his body suddenly collapsed. After persisting for a few months, his body became weaker and weaker, and he couldn't even pick up spiritual material particles. He was ruthlessly driven out of the mining area.

On the way home, Meng Xiaoguo met a kind person who sent him back to the Meng family, but the Meng family refused to let him in again because he had tuberculosis. Meng Xiaohua couldn't bear to leave his brother, and argued with his third uncle who was in charge of the housework at home for a few words, and was also ruthlessly driven out of the house.

After listening to this sad story, Zhan Nianchuan sighed and touched the heads of the two siblings.