Long Xuanye’s gaze paused slightly on the shadow beside the Bone-Erosion Demon.
A third-rank Shadow Demon.
Best at concealment and assassination.
A standard squad led by a fourth-rank captain with third-rank members.
They belonged under the command of the Star Demon God, Vasak.
A border patrol squad specially used to eliminate human experts.
Just as his thoughts moved quickly, a familiar mechanical voice sounded in his mind.
[God-Level Choice System Triggered — Fixed Mission Mode]
[Choice One: Escape with Sheng Cai’er.
Reward: External Spiritual Power +5.]
[Choice Two: Completely annihilate the demon squad before you.
Reward: Innate Dark Internal Spiritual Power +0.5.]
Long Xuanye was slightly stunned.
Fixed mission mode?
Also, Innate Dark Internal Spiritual Power?
Did that mean as long as he killed demons, he could steadily trigger choices and obtain innate dark spiritual power?
Joy immediately appeared in his eyes.
If that was the case, accumulating innate dark internal spiritual power might not be hard!
After all, Long Xuanye’s light spiritual power had begun stacking from around the seventies.
But his innate dark internal spiritual power had started from one.
If there was no stable way to obtain it, who knew how long it would take to accumulate enough?
However, beside him, Sheng Cai’er’s eyes, which had just regained a little brightness, slowly darkened.
She looked at the wooden pillar torn apart by the claw wind.
She looked at the grass bed the two of them had just laid.
She looked at the thatched house that had finally gained a small sense of “home,” only to be damaged again.
The gentleness and peace on her small face completely vanished.
“You dared…”
“To destroy Xuanye’s and my home…”
Gray-white light flashed through her eyes.
Then it was replaced by deathly killing intent.
“You deserve to die!”
Before her voice even fell, Long Xuanye had already moved.
Light elements exploded under his feet.
His figure shot forward like an arrow leaving the string, charging straight toward the leading Bone-Erosion Demon.
“Courting death!”
The Bone-Erosion Demon grinned fiercely and swung his bone blade horizontally, bringing up a whining wind.
But Long Xuanye’s figure twisted strangely in midair.
Instant Step activated.
In an instant, he appeared at the Bone-Erosion Demon’s side.
At the same time, Sheng Cai’er’s figure flashed.
She did not charge toward any enemy.
She only lightly raised her right hand.
The Samsara Holy Sword!
Cai’er could already use the Holy Sword’s power in its early form!
Although it could not compare to when she had fought that white-robed man earlier, it was still far stronger than ordinary transcendent weapons.
Puff!
With a soft sound, the Shadow Demon hidden in the shadows suddenly stiffened.
A gray sword mark appeared across his neck.
His life was instantly cut off.
One strike.
One kill.
The Rot-Mist Demon and Sharp-Claw Demon were shocked.
Just as they were about to move, Long Xuanye had already punched the Bone-Erosion Demon in the waist and abdomen.
Bang!
The power of the Chaos Spiritual Stove erupted instantly.
The Bone-Erosion Demon’s hard body was actually dented by the blow and sent flying backward.
Before he could land, Sheng Cai’er’s figure had already appeared behind him like a ghost.
The Samsara Holy Sword silently stabbed into his back.
A fourth-rank expert died without even understanding how.
In a frontal fight, if Long Xuanye wanted to take him down, he could easily suppress him with his many proficient techniques.
But killing him would still be extremely difficult.
The killing power of the Samsara Holy Sword—
Was too high!
From the moment the Bone-Erosion Demon was knocked flying, he was already dead.
In the next instant—
The Rot-Mist Demon was entangled by Cai’er as she flew forward.
With the same third-rank combat strength, it lasted only two or three exchanges before Cai’er cut off its head.
The final Dark-Arrow Demon had just raised his bone bow when Long Xuanye rushed forward and drew the short blade at his waist.
Knight Skill: Pure White Blade.
Proficiency: Mastered.
To master a skill meant thousands of temperings.
Decades of practice repeated day after day.
With the system’s support, his foundation was even more solid.
This was not a realm ordinary people could reach.
Shua!
The light blade turned into an afterimage.
Before the Dark-Arrow Demon could react, its forehead was pierced through.
The battle ended in only a few breaths.
[Choice Completed.
Reward Obtained: Innate Dark Internal Spiritual Power +0.5.]
A pure dark power appeared out of thin air inside Long Xuanye’s body and quickly merged into his spiritual veins.
He could clearly feel that his innate internal spiritual power had grown by a trace.
His cultivation speed had increased again.
More importantly, the inheritance seal from the depths of his bloodline had loosened slightly.
He had a feeling.
As long as he accumulated ten points of innate dark internal spiritual power, he might be able to awaken his first demon ability from the Demon God Emperor’s bloodline!
Long Xuanye sensed the newborn dark spiritual power in his body and the loosening bloodline shackles.
His heart was quite stirred.
However, that joy did not last long.
He turned around and saw Sheng Cai’er standing blankly in place, completely still.
Her gaze was not on the demon corpses.
Instead, she was staring fixedly at the wooden pillar torn apart by the claw wind.
At the dry grass scattered across the ground.
At the thatched house that had just gained a faint sense of “home,” only to instantly turn into a mess again.
Those eyes, which had just been filled with deathly killing intent, slowly became covered in mist.
Crystal tears slid down her fair cheeks and fell into the dust.
The smile on Long Xuanye’s face stiffened.
He suddenly realized something.
No matter how strong Sheng Cai’er seemed, no matter how well she knew how to take care of others, she was still only a child.
A child who had suffered too much.
Seen too much cruelty.
Perhaps…
She had only learned to be so strong because she had already cried until she was tired.
Today, just as she had found a tiny sense of belonging, that fragile warmth had been mercilessly torn apart again.
Without question, it had carved a new wound over the scars she already had.
Long Xuanye’s heart tightened.
He stepped forward and reached out, wanting to pull this trembling girl into his arms.
Just as his hand was about to touch her shoulder, he heard her suppressed murmur, carrying a faint sob.
Sheng Cai’er’s body kept trembling.
Tears broke free.
Yet she still stubbornly whispered in a voice only she could hear.
“I can’t cry… I’m Xuanye’s mother.
I have to take good care of him… I can’t cry…”
Long Xuanye’s outstretched hand froze in midair.
His body trembled slightly.
The words that had reached his mouth were forcefully swallowed back down.
A sour yet warm feeling surged up and blocked his throat.
He looked at that broken “home.”
Then he looked at the girl before him, who wanted to cry but forced herself not to.
Long Xuanye slowly withdrew his hand and clenched it into a fist.
He did not say any comforting words.
He silently walked to the side, picked up several pieces of broken wood scattered from the fight, and drew the short blade at his waist.
Blade light flashed.
Wood chips flew.
Very soon, a pile of evenly cut firewood appeared in the corner.
Sheng Cai’er was startled awake by his actions.
She wiped her tears messily, sniffed, then silently walked over.
She crouched down and helped him stack the firewood piece by piece.