Born to Disappear

Chapter 17

Hualing felt his chest getting congested, the oxygen supply was starting to thin. He was probably the first cultivator to die from drowning. How humiliating!

Hualing again attempted to pull his leg, and the object down there immediately pulled him down further. He used to be the servant of a war god, and now he was an early stage soul wandering period cultivator. It is more honorable to die trying to escape the water ghost than to die holding your breath.

So with that confidence, Hualing pulled his legs even harder. Trying to push his body up to the surface.

The slimy tentacles pulled harder, and the closer he got to the giant octopus that was waiting for him with its mouth full of wide-open sharp teeth.

"Damn! Damnit damnit! Goddamnit!" Hualing repeatedly cursed in the heart. How tragic! my life will end up as a devil's animal meal. Ah Qing, forgive sister! thought.

But what he really did not expect, Hualing felt a tight grip on his wrist. It was not another slimy tentacle but a human hand.

A divine fire technique was launched past him, heading straight for the beings below. Split the water, forming warm bubbles. The water ghost dodged in fear, the tentacles that circled its legs apart.

The hand pulled him up, the light seemed to be getting closer. So bright to dazzling.

Hualing took a deep breath, trying to scoop up as much air as he could when he reached the surface. Trying to fill his lungs that seemed to narrow because of holding his breath.

Hualing rubbed his face, trying to get rid of the water covering the view. The figure of the young man standing on the flying sword, reached out to him, waiting for him to grab. That person was someone he knew, Liu Xing Sheng!

He remembered how he had threatened this youngster ten years ago, even at this moment he did not feel any regret because of that action. Even when the cultivation of this youngster soared beyond his peers.

Hualing grabbed that outstretched hand, letting Liu Xing Sheng who was standing on the sword pull him over. Make him stand behind the man, "Thank you." said Hualing without feeling awkward.

"Absolutely no problem," Liu Xing Sheng replied indifferently. The temperament is a little different from the past.

"How do you know someone is underwater?" Hualing asked for a moment after his feet had spiked the ground, descending from Liu Xing Sheng's sword.

"This junior had only seen someone fall into the lake, having absolutely no idea if it was Xue's martial aunt." Liu Xing Sheng immediately turned around right after they came down, reluctant to do anything disrespectful by looking at the appearance of his drenched martial aunt.

"If you knew it was me, would you help?" Hualing asked as he dried himself with spiritual energy.

"Yes!" Liu Xing Sheng didn't even have to think about bringing out that answer.

"That's great," Hualing replied with a smile on his lips. The sect master sister educated this boy well. "You can turn around, I'm done." he continued.

Liu Xing Sheng looked at his martial aunt who was now back in a neat appearance, without a single drop of water remaining. Her appearance looked cheerful and dignified as usual.

"It seems senior sister Jiang is educating you very well. It's only ten years and you reached one step before building the gold core, very good!" Hualing praised casually and then left.

"Yes, all these achievements are the teacher's merits and hard work." Liu Xing Sheng replied with a smile on his lips. It was a pity that Xue Hualing had walked a few steps ahead, so as not to know the reddish tinge blooming on the face of the only disciple of the sect master.

While Hualing and Liu Xing Sheng were walking leisurely, enjoying the meadows and mountains. Yuan Qing's situation on the other hand wasn't very good.

With the sword unsheathed horizontally, Yuan Qing resisted the attack of the man who looked to be in his twenties. Her appearance was not as confusing as Xie Shaosheng, but had a feminine face with thin eyebrows and a high nose bridge. This appearance of his was really no different from those noble sons who only spent their lives holding brushes and playing the zither, but he knew the cultivation level of this fellow was much higher than the appearance of a weak-looking one.

Yuan Qing took ten steps back, he pressed his painful chest and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

The sword hung weakly in the grasp, the pointed tip knocking on the ground. Yuan Qing really did not expect to find an opponent this strong so quickly.

Ever since entering this secret realm, he had as much as possible avoided meeting with other cultivators. Reduced the unnecessary trouble that could have occurred, but even though he had acted like air, he still met this person.

As if his arrival had been waiting.

"Who are you?" Yuan Qing who had always spared his words now asked first.

"It's none of your business!" the figure replied nonchalantly then came back to attack.

"Isn't that unfair to me? You just attacked me?" Yuan Qing asked as he dodged the swift attack of the mysterious figure's sword.

"It's ridiculous to hear a demon like you talk about justice!" the assailant grieved then sneered.

Yuan Qing's gaze became sharp. Other than Hualing there was only Liu Xing Sheng and Chen Qinyang who knew of his identity. Hualing had cast a heaven-defying secret spell on Liu Xing Sheng and Chen Qinyang, allowing the two people to be unable to speak what they knew. So there's no way those two guys are going to be pail-mouthed.

Other than those two people, there was Hualing. But there was no benefit to Hualing doing that. After all, he believed it wasn't Hualing.

"It doesn't matter if you admit it or not, but today will still be your last day!" the figure said with a cynical smile. His attacks were more fierce, sword movements were faster and the difference in the cultivation base of that person was suppressing him even stronger.

Yuan Qing waved the sword forcefully, the fire attack moved quickly. The mysterious man deflected the attack with a powerful burst of spiritual energy, inflicting a charred hole in a tree trunk.

The man moved quickly in front of Yuan Qing, attacking him with a kick. Yuan Qing used the sword as a shield, blocking the attack.

One gulp of blood returned in vomit. This person not only attacked him with spiritual energy but also used the pressure from the difference in cultivation base.

"Did it hurt? If so, let me take away your suffering. You will thank me later!" The man flicked his sword, the instant a powerful spiritual energy enveloped. It swirled along the body of the sword, forming a thin, blue-colored sheath.

"Didn't you talk too much. If you want to kill, kill!" Yuan Qing said with arrogance that was not covered even though his entire body was in pain and his breathing was difficult.

"Very arrogant!" the man replied with a cynical smile, then again launched an attack.

A deep slash wound was created on the surrounding tree trunk, cracks formed on the ground and charred grass widened in some areas. The sound of punches and the clinking of swords sounded earthy, scaring the beasts of the forest. In an instant the two had exchanged dozens of movements.

The blue-colored spiritual energy exploded again. Yuan Qing was thrown from a height with a body smashing into the tree trunk. His appearance was messy with open cuts and bruises along the skin. Several times he coughed painfully, his chest felt increasingly tight.

"Can you just lie down and die? why so stubbornly resisting?" the man spoke slowly, in tune with the steps he took. His sword was in a loose grip, forming a shallow line that split the grass.

With one hand resting on the tree trunk, Yuan Qing tried to get up. He wouldn't just stand by and wait to die, he still hadn't taken revenge. And also, Hualing.

A thin black fog billowed out, enveloping Yuan Qing from toe to head. Moving gently, spinning for a moment then condensing into a real devil horn.

"You! How can you, shouldn't you not yet?" the man's forehead was wrinkled with a face full of confusion. His words were a mess, but Yuan Qing was able to guess three words that he did not say.

Not yet a demon!

Yuan Qing's heart gave birth to vigilance. In his previous life, he had indeed neither developed the demonic path nor awakened the demon physique at this time. Very different from life now. He could not help but think, if he could be reborn why would others not.

Among old acquaintances, he had never met this person.

"Who are you?" Yuan Qing asked with his back straight. The demonic energy began to regenerate the injured limb, its body was no longer as sick as before.

"That's not something you should know!" the man replied with a snort then attacked with a slashing motion.

Black fog gathered, blocking the speed of the mysterious man's sword. Stopped him a few inches from the gate of his life.

Yuan Qing mobilized the demonic energy, pushing back the attacker a few steps. His spiritual sword trembled, crying because the pure sword body was fed by demonic energy full of evil intent.

Ignoring the cries of the spiritual sword, Yuan Qing poured out more demonic energy. With a quick attack he attacked. The mysterious figure dispelled the attack easily, then counterattacked with a quick stab.

Two blades clinked, opposing spiritual energies clashed. Dust and leaves flew. Yuan Qing was pushed back three meters. He spat out a mouthful of blood while concentrating the entire body weight on the sword stuck on the ground, forming a deep, stretched scratch.

This man's cultivation level should be higher than Hualing who was in the early stage soul wandering period!

"Don't I tell you to lie down and die? why fight so hard just for the same ending?" The man spoke with a hint of ridicule and annoyance. Her originally neat clothes were now a little messy with charred stains, and scrap marks in some places. But other than that loss, there were no injuries on the body.

"They! Why don't you lie down and die!" Yuan Qing scoffed then stood up rested on the sword.

"Destroying demons like you shouldn't be present in this world!" the mysterious man lightly said.

Yuan Qing felt a strong spiritual energy suppress him, preventing him from standing up, forcing him to kneel.

"Be good and die!" the man swung the sword that was full of spiritual energy, moving quickly, aiming for Yuan Qing's vital point.

Yuan Qing really did not expect that his life in this second life was so short. He had not even perfected the demonic path he had developed, had yet to take revenge, and had yet to repay Hualing's kindness.

Yuan Qing felt the speed of the attack as if it had slowed down a few times. If it was in an ordinary situation, he would have been able to dodge it easily. However with the powerful spiritual energy suppressing him, preventing him from moving with the pressure of a huge difference of cultivation base.

Yuan Qing closed his eyes. As the man said, it seemed that he could only obey and die.