Chapter 93: Stubbornness
own tasks, seemingly oblivious to what the master was saying.But the atmosphere was somewhat stiff.Zhong Xuanyun, a veteran of countless battles, rode his horse through life. He was respected and fea...At the bottom of Mount Magma's ancient demon cave.
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At the center of that silently spreading ripple, an ancient beast-skin scroll slowly materialized.
It seemed to have a mind of its own, flying to Jiang Wang's side as she sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, and slowly unfolding.
The writing on the animal skin scroll should be Taoist scripture, as its meaning was immediately apparent. But the characters were distorted and bizarre, entirely unlike ordinary Taoist writings.
Perhaps, it could be called... magic writing.
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The opening four characters are extremely fierce and sinister, called —— "Seven Hates Demonic Art".
This animal skin scroll, hovered and danced before Jiang Wang's eyes. Like a banner.
And Jiang Wang, with his furrowed brows and an expression as if trapped in a painful choice, instinctively reached out his hand.
He was to take that “flag”.
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Like some ancient ritual, he was to face his transformation today.
His sword-bearing, long and powerful hand slowly approached the ancient parchment.
But just as it neared his fingertips, it stopped.
Between his brows, there was intense pain. The torment of a struggle between heaven and man was evident in every detail.
Jiang Wang's hand hesitated, the ancient beast skin scroll seemed restless, its runes flickering and dancing.
Spell has sound.
A grand yet ferocious voice, along with the agitation of these demonic scripts, echoed within this ancient demon den, causing listeners to feel terror, fear, and intoxication!
Then a voice boomed—
I hate heaven for its lack of compassion, earth for its lack of virtue, and people for their betrayal.
I hate falsehoods and hypocrisy, I hate selfishness.
It's hateful that there is no justice in the world.
May my name be forever hated!
I hate all people as enemies, and they should hate me in return.
The revenge for killing my father, it is nothing like this! The hatred for taking my wife, it is nothing like this!
No one in the world is beyond killing, no one in the world is beyond me killing!
This demonic sound seemed to contain terrifying power. This ancient demon lair, which had been abandoned for many years and its rules scattered, actually had a faint feeling of revival.
Everything began to move.
It was like a stagnant, lifeless pond filled with only mud and decaying leaves, suddenly infused with a stream of fresh water.
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Thus, everything became possible.
This , right from the opening chapter, possesses such a powerful aura. It seemingly hates heaven and earth, despises all living beings, and treats the entire world as its enemy!
Its strength is naturally unquestionable.
Ginger's finger hovered above the beastskin scroll, trembling slightly. It seemed an unbearable weight pressed down on his finger, urging him to move it downwards.
At this moment, he was still closing his eyes, seemingly lost in a dream from which he could never wake. His once bright and clean brows were now shrouded in pain and gloom.
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Trembling Yuan power, agitated breaths, and the gradually recovering rules of the demonic lair, as if stating—
This world is waiting for his choice!
Waiting for this young man's final decision.
As if an endless torrent of demonic energy, emanating from nowhere, surged and churned within this ancient demon's lair, like subjects awaiting their king.
That desolate world of barren tombs, awaits the power of rebirth!
In the tavern in Zhongshan, as Jiang Wang confronted Zhao Xuanyang, a scroll made of animal hide appeared before him.
A voice roared in his heart.
"With my seven hates demonic skill, I will kill Zhao Xuan Yang as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs!"
In the Chengdao courtyard of Fenglin City, Zhuang State, Jiang Wang was walking, an ancient beast-skin scroll floating before him.
The voice in my heart roared, "Everyone says I'm a demon, so I might as well become one and see what they say! I will cultivate the Seven Hatred Demon Technique, and eventually become invincible in the world! Let there be no one who opposes me, hates me, or slanders me again! Only those who obey, submit, and kneel!"
Reality and fantasy intertwine, with the real world and dreams locked in a struggle.
Just like a surging tide, Jiang Wang's willpower was like a candle flickering in the wind.
Even within the dreams of Yujing Mountain, a will already shattered plummeted into the abyss.
At the bottom of the magma lake, in the ancient demon's lair, Jiang Wang reached out with his hand, about to grab the scroll of the Seven Hates Demon Technique.
But his eyes, at this time, opened.
Those were eyes... still bearing pain, still filled with confusion, still wrestling with anguish.
But these eyes, looking at the *Seven Hates Demon Art* before them—an undoubtedly peerless and powerful technique—showed no greed, no yearning, not even a shred of interest.
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“People say I am a demon, am I a demon” the young monk asked.
His resolute voice echoed through this forsaken ancient demon cave: "Since mortals all regard me as a demon, then, shall I be a demon"
Within his physical body, four lights successively ignited. Divine light, illuminating the true self.
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His voice grew clearer and louder —
"As a man of seven feet tall, I stand tall before the heavens and low before the earth. I keep my promises and pursue my desires. To live in this world, is it simply to exist according to what others say!"
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He had almost grasped the roll of animal hide, then jerked his hand back.
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Longing Thoughts unsheathed with a clang, held in his hand, facing the scroll of "Seven Hates Devil Arts", he struck it down with his sword without any remorse!
In the wine shop in Zhongshan State, Jiang Wang held his sword and faced Zhao Xuan yang. He said, "You have forty breaths' time to leave this place. After forty breaths, I will do my utmost and fight to the death here."
He said this in a calm tone.
From beginning to end, I never glanced at the scroll of animal hide beside me.
This is my choice following my heart. Even if I could do it a thousand times, ten thousand times, I would still choose this.
I have no regrets.
In the city's Daoist temple of Fenglin City within Zhuang Nation, Jiang Wang walked alone.
He already has a complete plan.
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First, through Zhao Ruocheng, he requested the mysterious Deng Shu to appear and warn Yujing Mountain of the Bai Gu Dao's conspiracy.
The second is to have "Zhen Wu Di," whose true identity has not yet been revealed, help through the illusionary realm of Taixu. He would file a complaint with San Xing Gong, requesting that Xing Ren Gong send someone to Zhuang!
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If you think about it, you can definitely come up with a solution.
No matter what, he couldn't just stand by and watch Fenglin City be destroyed again.
I cannot sit idly by and watch so many people die, just hoping for a final reward, like Zhuang Gao Xian.
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Maybe they could live better, more gloriously, and achieve their goals more easily.
But I, Jiang Wang, will not be like them.
Don't be like them!
The scroll, bearing the skin of a beast of immense power, lay before him, within reach. Yet, with a single stomp, he crushed it beneath his foot.
strode off!
The illusory dreamscape has been left behind.
In the dimly lit ancient demon's lair, Jiang Wang struck down with his sword.
Resolute and decisive, leaving no room for compromise.
Just before the sword point was about to strike, that roll of animal hide manuscript vanished without a sound.
Like a broken bubble, like an extremely faint sigh.
No more farewells.
After searching the entire cave, he could not find even a trace of its existence. As for the darkness ripples that had completely subsided, Jiang Wang naturally noticed nothing.
He only just realized, in the very recent past, that some force was corrupting his will... a force related to the .
At this moment, he held the sword in his hand, his eyes completely clear, like a crystal-clear stream.
All that pain and suffering, sunk to the bottom of the water. All that can be seen is the unwavering firmness that refuses to compromise, and the persistent dedication that refuses to change.
And the demonic aura that had once surrounded him, drawn close to him, gradually waned after losing his support. But before it completely dissipated, like a flash of brilliance, it suddenly surged, clustering together in mid-air and condensing into a bizarre and twisted demonic script!
Space was subtly warped.
This character means——
"Obstinate!"
ps: Enemy (revenge): enemy.
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