Chapter 453: Chapter 291 Bone Slave_2
It is said that, after replacing two Spirit Bones, many people couldn’t control their negative emotions, causing a drastic personality change, and inevitably, the first ones they killed were their own family.
However, Wan Qing didn’t have this problem.
He was soon happily choosing a house with his parents.
The belief that kept Wan Qing alive was these family members.
He was the last cultivator in his family, and if he were to die, his relatives wouldn’t survive, becoming part of the skeletons outside.
The village elder appeared, an old man, with hair and beard both white, but a rosy complexion, said to be almost two hundred years old.
Having a son who became an Outer Disciple, their whole family could live quite comfortably.
The old village chief was very courteous, giving Wan Qing a large house, a good piece of farmland, and some food and other supplies.
Upon entering the Qi Cultivation Stage, Wan Qing was now merely considered a Bone Servant.
The Spirit Bone within him nurtured negative emotions, and there was no way to control it, only relying on one’s own will to resist.
If he couldn’t stand it, his family would be the first to suffer.
Small Knife naturally didn’t believe Demon Heaven lacked control methods; this was clearly a form of training.
Wan Qing’s relatives were either elderly, disabled, or children.
There were especially a lot of children.
Upon inquiry, it turned out that breeding could yield good food. In the past, Wan Qing alone couldn’t support a large family, and part of the support came from this.
They barely managed to survive.
Hence, there were plenty of young children.
Small Knife was helpless, intending to thoroughly understand these basic fundamentals.
Others who entered the Qi Cultivation Stage struggled greatly to suppress the negative emotions from the Spirit Bone, relying entirely on steadfast will, killing enemies, or using some Demon Dao methods to temporarily suppress them.
Wan Qing had himself and didn’t need to.
Learn first before venturing out.
But it was only three days.
A man already strode in.
No one dared to stop him; they directly made way, and many onlookers gathered.
Even the village chief appeared.
Wan Qing had no choice but to come out.
Seeing his opponent, his expression darkened.
Wan Qing?
"First Blood Challenge!" the other extended a hand, pointing a Bone Spear at Wan Qing.
Wan Qing’s expression was somewhat complex, clearly an old acquaintance.
However, at this moment, this person had eyes that were fiendishly red and was in a state of semi-madness, his expression fierce, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, about to erupt into violence.
Always exuding killing intent, like a powder keg.
Wan Qing had entered the Qi Cultivation Stage three months ago, always training within the village, waiting for the village chief’s son, the Outer Disciple.
Thus, becoming his Bone Slave and losing his freedom, but in doing so, greatly increased his survival chances.
Even his relatives would receive preferential treatment from the village chief.
But three months passed, and the person didn’t arrive, and he could not suppress the restless emotions within any longer.
He had resolved to venture out.
Then he heard about a new Bone Servant in the Qi Cultivation Stage within the village.
Killing within the village was forbidden, but the First Blood Challenge was an exception.
Every newcomer entering the Qi Cultivation Stage had to qualify to challenge others in the same stage, for this sole occasion, known as the First Blood Challenge.
Naturally, with Demon Dao’s intervention, the outcome was not only victory or defeat but also life or death.
"Three days!" Wan Qing’s voice was hoarse.
"Thank you," Wan Qing paused and said, three days to accompany his parents, a courtesy extended to those sharing the same surname, reportedly from the same place, which is considerate enough.
Without any nonsense, Wan Qing lunged with the Bone Spear in hand.
Wan Qing paused, extending a hand to throw a bone.
A Spirit Bone.
The Spirit Bone shattered, Bone Powder drifted and solidified, forming a Bone Wolf over two meters tall.
Not bad.
Spirit Bone Revival Skill, he hadn’t used it in a long time, truly nostalgic.
The Bone Wolf appeared, directly leaping forward.
Wan Qing’s expression remained unchanged, one who had survived till now naturally had ample combat experience, he approached with the spear in hand.
In the blink of an eye, he realized the Bone Wolf’s prowess, perhaps two of himself couldn’t be its match?
How could this be?
Hadn’t Wan Qing just replaced the second bone?
It seemed the divine technique of this Spirit Bone was not ordinary?
A surge of jealousy welled within, yet his hands didn’t stop, making an immediate decision.
This was his only chance.
The Bone Spear left his hand, directly shooting towards the Bone Wolf.
Bang!
The Bone Wolf swatted the spear with a claw.
The Bone Spear exploded, catching the Bone Wolf off guard, sending it tumbling, several bones cracked.
Were it an ordinary First Realm Goblin or a Dogman Warrior, a dozen surrounding wouldn’t withstand the blast.
This was the foundation of Demon Heaven.
The explosion’s power was indeed formidable.
Of course, it was also because this Bone Spear was considered a top-grade talisman, refined from a Spirit Bone.
Taking advantage of the moment, Wan Qing bypassed the Bone Wolf, lunging at Wan Qing.
Streaks of black gas seeped from his body, he was no longer suppressing them, reaching out, fingertips tearing, though little blood flowed.
But within, like hyperplastic bones, protruded, forming sharp spikes.
His complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, these bone spikes bore at least the power of an upper-grade talisman.
His movements were fluid, just with this move, not considering the earlier self-exploding Bone Spear, Small Knife already considered him elite.
However, Wan Qing moved.
Fourfold Qi Blood Divine Speed.
Hadn’t used it for a while.
This Demon Cultivation Technique aligned perfectly at this moment.
Small Knife’s speed surged fourfold, effortlessly dodging, even arriving behind him, delivering a punch.
Boom!
The head exploded.
The former neighbor, a childhood companion, fell directly to the ground.
No!
A desperate cry rang out, obviously his family members.
Without this sole support, they had lost the qualification to live on.
Wan Qing felt a sorrow in his heart.
The corpse on the ground convulsed, black gas emanating, twisting to break free but was reluctantly absorbed into the body, the flesh melting swiftly.
Leaving behind a skeleton, the bones visibly decayed, revealing a Spirit Bone.
Not bad, only a single piece, covered in patterns, writhing.
Wan Qing moved forward, picking it up, and saw it hadn’t fully formed.
It was merely an embryo, although only upper-grade, merely required a mortal’s flesh and soul sacrifice to become top-grade; a hundred people, to reach the Dharma Artifact level.
If it were a Qi Cultivation Stage cultivator, one person would suffice to elevate it to the Dharma Artifact level.
He looked up at those desperate people, sighed.
Normally he wouldn’t, but with Small Knife, he wasn’t tainted by negative emotions.
The next day, these people disappeared, according to the rules, they were sacrificed.
Blood, bones, souls, all became materials.
This was the Demon Dao.
Of course, the remaining were the children, left under the village chief’s care, merely ensuring they wouldn’t starve.
The older children were responsible for taking care of the younger ones.
Otherwise, the fate of not caring for one’s own young was obvious.
The village chief wasn’t a bad person, but in this environment, had long become accustomed to cold-bloodedness.
Another day passed, and Wan Qing set off.
It was naturally Small Knife’s decision, he didn’t plan to waste time here.
Early morning, other young people also assembled and left in teams, wanting to survive, they had to venture out.
Wan Qing headed out as well, alone.
No one dared to come close, even avoiding him from a distance.
Though there were regulations, the grievances of the soul could easily corrode and drive one insane.
The few Qi Cultivation experts were all absent, not having returned.
Wan Qing strode towards the distance.
Even though others in a group were numerous, sometimes they became prey for others, him being a newcomer, joining others, meant exploitation of spoils was inevitable.
Every team invariably had an absolute controller.
Half a day passed.
Having slain many Bone Beasts, with current strength, he could do it effortlessly, without fighting desperately.
Acquired two Spirit Bones, all could be sold in exchange for necessities.
If accompanied by a group, perhaps not even one would have been obtained.
Tired of riding, he flipped off the Bone Wolf’s back.
As soon as his feet touched the ground.
Suddenly, excruciating pain shot through his legs.
Small Knife instinctively looked down to see dozens of Bone Claws emerging from the ground, unknowingly gripping his legs.
Tearing flesh, exposing bones, along with black gas rapidly corroding flesh.
Small Knife shook his legs, unleashing full strength while the bone on his wrist transformed into a Bone Knife to cut the claws.
"Too late!" a loud laughter rang out, a Bone Sword came at supersonic speed.
The laughter was filled with frenzy and killing intent, clearly a luckless one eroded by negative energy.