Chapter 13

This isn’t good, he warned himself.

…

Lin Qingyang looked at the corpse on the ground, his lips twitching as if he wanted to laugh but couldn’t.

This isn’t good, he warned himself.

What was there to be proud of in killing such a fool who wouldn’t survive half a month in the Blood Slaughter Sect?

He was no longer the Lin Qingqiu of the past; now he was Lin Qingyang, a disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect.

Although the Corpse Puppet Sect wasn’t a righteous sect, it still had some rules. He couldn’t handle his fellow disciples here the way he did in the Blood Slaughter Sect.

… At least not openly.

He slowly withdrew his hand, and with his movement, the blood from the gray-robed man’s body followed, as if being drawn away by something.

The bright red liquid hovered in mid-air, quickly condensing into a blood jade that shimmered with a faint red glow, a sign that it had absorbed enough energy.

Lin Qingyang paused, seemingly instinctively understanding the function of this blood jade. But in his memory, wasn’t this… the token of love given to him by his fiancé?

He gently rubbed his forehead. There were many peculiarities about his rebirth. Given his personality, he shouldn’t have accepted everything so easily.

Yet, the fact was that not only did he accept this setup easily, but he also seemed to enjoy it.

It was as if a voice inside him was telling him to enjoy it all, and the owner of that voice was clearly himself.

Lin Qingyang slowly lowered his gaze. It didn’t matter; one day, he would figure everything out.

He touched the blood jade, which pulsed slightly. He knew that if he wanted, he could absorb the energy stored within at any time, but his intuition told him not to.

Don’t do it!

If he absorbed the energy from the blood jade, he might end up cultivating the techniques of the Blood Slaughter Sect.

Cultivation techniques are like the foundation of one’s path, and they’re hard to change. Now that he was a disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect, cultivating the techniques of the Blood Slaughter Sect would be like handing over a handle to others.

So, he decisively put the blood jade back around his neck. As for the energy? Let the blood jade slowly digest it. Once it condensed into a Blood Demon Pearl, consuming it wouldn’t alter his foundation.

However, the efficiency of using the blood jade to condense a Blood Demon Pearl was pitifully low, barely one in ten. But for Lin Qingyang, it was all free, so he didn’t mind the amount.

Besides, the Blood Demon Pearl could be given to Cheng Hui to consume. Comparatively, he preferred to quickly enhance Cheng Hui’s strength for self-protection.

He stood there, carefully pondering the day’s events. After confirming there were no major flaws, he crafted a story that could fool others.

Lin Qingyang seemed to have a natural talent for disguising himself. No matter the environment, he could adapt like a fish in water. Once he realized the methods of the Blood Slaughter Sect wouldn’t work in the Corpse Puppet Sect, he would immediately change his habits.

Lin Qingyang never thought there was anything wrong with killing. If it was the quickest way to solve a problem, why not do it?

But when he realized that killing might bring bigger troubles, he would choose other methods.

To him, killing was just a means to achieve necessary goals. If that means didn’t work, he’d switch to another. Thus, although he killed many, he was never bloodthirsty.

Killing this person was the same. He judged that he could bear the consequences of killing this person. So rather than being secretly targeted by someone with a background, it was better to eliminate the threat once and for all.

Lin Qingyang didn’t bother with the corpse that couldn’t rest in peace. Instead, he skillfully searched the body.

A storage bag, the robe, the jade hairpin…

Looking at these scattered magical artifacts, Lin Qingyang couldn’t help but twitch his lips.

He was only at the third level of Qi Refinement. After deciding to act against this person, he had prepared himself for injuries. However, he didn’t expect that this guy, despite being a Foundation Establishment cultivator, had such low combat power that he couldn’t even activate his magical artifacts in time.

Was this really a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

Back in the Blood Slaughter Sect, he had fought his way up from the bottom. He had also heard that righteous sects sent their disciples out for training, and even within the sects, there were various competitions. It could be said that any accomplished cultivator was capable of fighting.

Of course, his sneak attack played a part, but even so, this guy was too pathetic, like a pile of mud that couldn’t stick to the wall.

Lin Qingyang kicked the gray-robed man’s corpse into the Earth Yin Cave. Just then, the cave spewed out a burst of Nine Nether Profound Yin Qi, directly disintegrating the unprotected corpse into smoke.

As for the soul? Sorry, Lin Qingyang had already dealt with it. He wouldn’t leave such a big hidden danger for himself.

After handling the corpse, Lin Qingyang rummaged through the man’s storage bag, discarding anything that might have a mark into the Earth Yin Cave.

At times like this, he couldn’t be greedy. He’d rather give up those good things than invite trouble.

Returning to his small courtyard, Lin Qingyang released Cheng Hui.

Cheng Hui was ready to fight that bastard as soon as he came out, but his eyes brightened, realizing they were back in their courtyard.

Cheng Hui: ???

Where’s the person? No, where’s the scumbag?

He widened his eyes, looking at Lin Qingyang, unable to fathom how an eight-year-old boy managed to deal with that scumbag.

He had clearly seen the undisguised malice in that man’s eyes. Who would believe that he would spare Lin Qingyang?

But Lin Qingyang was standing right in front of him, unharmed. No matter how unbelievable it seemed, he had to believe that the man hadn’t harmed him.

Cheng Hui secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If Lin Qingyang had been harmed by that scumbag in front of him, he would probably feel guilty for a lifetime.

If it weren’t for him running around, Lin Qingyang wouldn’t have gone looking for him and wouldn’t have encountered that scumbag.

“Abba abba…” Cheng Hui made a silly sound.

But Lin Qingyang seemed to magically understand his thoughts, gently saying, “Huihui, don’t worry. I’m fine. The matter has been resolved.”

Cheng Hui: … Huh?

Resolved? How was it resolved?

He tried hard to control his right hand, poking Lin Qingyang twice.

Lin Qingyang’s eyes lit up slightly. He knew his Huihui was different from others; he truly had intelligence.

He considered for a moment, weighing whether revealing the situation would damage his image.

As an eight-year-old child, was it too ruthless to have killed someone?

After thinking it over, he reached a conclusion.

Since Cheng Hui was his fiancé, he should accept everything about him, both good and bad. Except for some necessary things he didn’t want to reveal yet, he hoped Cheng Hui would see the real him.

Of course… some things needed a bit of embellishment. So, in his version, he became a persecuted little pitiful who had to fight back and, with the help of the token of love Cheng Hui gave him, successfully counterattacked as a little hero!

Cheng Hui: … emmmmm

How to say it? It felt… very subtle.

It was like listening to a story, and the plot was too unbelievable.

But then again, in the cultivation world, anything could happen.

From the information he overheard, it wasn’t uncommon for experts to fail. Besides, that gray-robed man didn’t seem very smart, so it seemed normal for him to fall into Lin Qingyang’s hands…

I don’t believe you!

Cheng Hui thought he might need to refresh his impression of this eight-year-old boy. At just eight years old, he dared to kill someone… Of course, Cheng Hui didn’t have a bias against killing. Scumbags like that who wanted to harm children deserved to die.

He was just worried that killing someone at such a young age might be too early for a child.

He had seen some psychological knowledge online before and knew that such things could easily have a negative impact on a child.

He looked at Lin Qingyang with concern for a long time but didn’t see any signs of psychological shadow.

Cheng Hui: … Slightly questioning life.

Wait… Cheng Hui suddenly thought of something?

He was just an ordinary college student, and after only a few days of crossing over, he found killing to be no problem?

That didn’t seem right, did it?

He fell into self-doubt.

Was he always this cold? To have no aversion to killing? That wasn’t scientific. Was he secretly a sociopath?

No, he considered himself to have a pretty upright worldview. He got scared watching horror movies and cried at tragedies, which meant he should have empathy.

So, the question was, why could he accept killing so easily? It was as if he was a native cultivator…

Cheng Hui was startled. Could he have been assimilated by the original body?

Or maybe he wasn’t just taking over the nest but had merged with the original body? But he didn’t have the original body’s memories?

His mind was in chaos.

Cheng Hui felt his crossing over was a complete mess, with many peculiarities.

Especially since he hadn’t forgotten that he had transformed into various plants and animals before, and each time he encountered the same beautiful woman. Although he couldn’t remember her face, there was no doubt that his crossing over was shrouded in countless mysteries.

Cheng Hui silently looked up at the sky. He thought Lin Qingyang was a bit strange, but he wasn’t much better.

Alright, they were like two peas in a pod, a strange child and a chaotic walking corpse, seemingly a perfect match.

Cheng Hui was lost in his thoughts, and Lin Qingyang didn’t disturb him.

It seemed like this matter had passed in a muddled way.

However, Cheng Hui soon realized that it wasn’t over.

Zhang Yifan came and asked Lin Qingyang if he had seen a man in a gray robe.