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The little girl's eyes had turned completely gray, her life already exhausted, sustained only by a belief that ordinary people could not comprehend. The snake venom merely accelerated the deterioration of her already decayed body.
Zhao Yang pulled out a Toxic Spirit Fruit he had recently harvested. The fruit emitted a vibrant green hue of poison. He crushed one of the Toxic Spirit Fruits and injected it into the little girl’s body, using Chaos True Qi to dissolve it. As expected, within moments, the blackness on her body faded, and her complexion gradually returned to normal. This was the method of using poison to counteract poison, awakening the immense potential within her.
“Boss, there are more people over there!” Suddenly, a shout came from behind Zhao Yang, followed by the neighing of warhorses.
Zhao Yang turned around to see a group of over a hundred men approaching, surrounding him.
These were a band of returning robbers; this village was merely a small place for them to pillage. Not long ago, they had slaughtered a small town a hundred miles ahead, seizing a large amount of money and supplies to prepare for winter. On their way back, they happened to see Zhao Yang standing silently beside a small corpse next to a dry well at the village entrance.
Suddenly, the little girl opened her gray-white eyes, clarity returning as black and white filled her gaze. Her eyes sparkled with cunning brightness as she surveyed the numerous robbers surrounding her. Initially frightened, she felt reassured upon seeing Zhao Yang standing silently beside her.
A hint of relief appeared at the corner of Zhao Yang's mouth.
Because this little girl understood.
Zhao Yang did not like overly foolish individuals.
If she were an ordinary girl, waking from sleep only to find herself surrounded by numerous powerful villains would have sent her into tears or screams. If that had been the case, Zhao Yang might have punished the robbers and simply walked away.
However, this little girl calmed down upon seeing him, indicating that she grasped what was happening. She recognized that Zhao Yang had saved her and saw in his indifferent eyes a sense of tranquility, as if she were hearing a story she had known since childhood about a child who encountered a deity one day.
She didn’t know if he was a deity, but she knew he had saved her. Her wounds had healed; she remembered being bitten by a snake not long ago and still bore the marks on her leg. Yet now she felt not only fine but even stronger than before.
“Kid, who are you? You don’t look like someone from this rundown village!” The leader of the robbers questioned with suspicion upon seeing Zhao Yang's appearance and attire.
Zhao Yang remained silent and simply nodded.
"Dammit, are you mute? What are you pretending for? Do you think a few days of training will let you fight back against us?" A bald thug approached Zhao Yang, swinging a Mace and shoving him roughly, his expression menacing.
But then something strange happened; the thug was sent flying backward.
"Damn it, brothers! He's a martial artist! Let's chop him up together!" The thug shouted as he flipped back to his feet and charged at Zhao Yang with a group of others.
Zhao Yang didn't even flinch. He calmly said, "I advise you not to make a move. It's clear to anyone with eyes that I'm not joking."
After Zhao Yang spoke, all the bandits burst into laughter, as if they were watching a madman. Yet, Zhao Yang remained still, and one by one, the surrounding bandits were sent flying, their chests caving in as they cried out in agony; some had already fainted.
Zhao Yang glanced at the terrified leader of the bandits and said, "Take care of yourselves." He then turned to take the little girl's hand, intending to leave.
However, the little girl pulled her hand away slightly. Her eyes were filled with pleading as she looked at Zhao Yang and said, "Help me. Kill them."
Zhao Yang asked, "Why?"
"They killed my parents and the entire village," the little girl replied, her voice trembling with tears, fearing that Zhao Yang would refuse.
"I can teach you skills so that you can take revenge on them later," Zhao Yang offered.
The little girl shook her head and insisted, "Please." Her voice was firm and resolute. "I'm afraid they'll die before I can find them."
At that moment, everyone who heard the girl's words felt a chill run down their spines; she meant she feared her enemies would die before she learned enough to confront them.
Zhao Yang looked calmly at the determined little girl and nodded.
More than a hundred bandits knelt on the ground, loudly begging for mercy, calling out for the immortal.
Zhao Yang simply raised his hand lightly, and a halo quietly spread. A giant hand descended from the sky, and in an instant, the bandits who had just been full of life became a pile of corpses.
Even though the little girl was already prepared, she was still startled. Over a hundred people were killed with a single slap by her older brother, which was too terrifying for a child who had experienced the cruelty of the world and its uncertainties. She took two steps back, nearly falling if not for Zhao Yang holding her.
"This is the world," Zhao Yang said to the little girl. "If you are strong, you can control others' lives and deaths; if you are weak, you will be at the mercy of others. Among those just now, some had families and loved ones. Every day, many people like you lose their loved ones and homes, wandering helplessly and alone."
The little girl looked up and asked, "Then why doesn't brother kill all the bad people? That way, good people can live."
Zhao Yang smiled gently and replied, "There are no absolute good or bad people in this world. Those who treat you well are good people; those who treat you poorly are bad people. Many things you'll understand when you grow up."
The little girl fell into deep thought. She seemed unable to comprehend Zhao Yang's words because, in her heart, good and bad were clearly defined. How could there be no distinction between them?
Seeing the serious expression on the little girl's face, Zhao Yang suddenly had an idea and asked, "Do you want to learn my skills?"
Upon hearing Zhao Yang's words, the little girl became excited and immediately knelt on the ground, repeatedly bowing her head while calling out, "Master! Master!"
Zhao Yang neither refused nor agreed. After a moment, he sighed and said, "I teach you my skills so that you can master your own destiny. Given my current situation, I cannot take disciples yet. I will pass on to you the laws of power in the Cultivation realm: Water Avoidance Technique and Universal Heart Sutra. If you can survive until then, we may meet again; if not, it means we are fated to be apart. All beings must accept their destinies."
After finishing his words, Zhao Yang transmitted the knowledge of reading and writing along with the Power Rules, Water Avoidance Technique, and Universal Heart Sutra into the little girl's mind. For the next two days, Zhao Yang fed her some spiritual medicine, cleansed her marrow and bones, trained her muscles, and forcibly opened her Qi Sea.
Two days later, with great success achieved, Zhao Yang said to the little girl, "I forgot to ask your name."
The little girl replied, "Master, my name is Ye Xin."
Zhao Yang nodded and said, "Ye Xin, your cultivation talent is not very good. In the cultivation world, your kind of talent is considered useless. However, a person's fate is in their own hands; it all depends on you."
Zhao Yang took out some spiritual herbs and high-quality artifacts from his pocket and handed them to Ye Xin, explaining how to use them while warning her not to show them to others easily, or it could lead to deadly consequences.
Although Ye Xin was still young, Zhao Yang saw wisdom in her eyes, a kind of insight that only he possessed—the ability to see through the essence of things. Therefore, he decided to let Ye Xin explore the world on her own.
Before she left, Zhao Yang gave Ye Xin a large sum of money, enough for her to become immensely wealthy or to easily join any small to medium-sized sect. It all depended on her choices.
Not for any other reason, but simply because she was the first disciple that Zhao Yang felt had potential enough to be recognized as an official disciple.
If Ye Xin were to perish in the future or become an ordinary cultivator, she would ultimately be unable to fight alongside Zhao Yang. He did not need burdens, as he would face unimaginable beings ahead; those around him might become liabilities.
Perhaps Ye Xin could grow into an unparalleled master by Zhao Yang's side, just like Scholar Xiu. Without Zhao Yang's guidance, they might have remained ordinary cultivators. However, becoming an extraordinary master requires personal growth and experience.
"Master, how will I find you in the future?" Ye Xin shouted loudly at Zhao Yang, who was ascending into the sky.
"In the future, on the day I transcend tribulation, perhaps we will meet again," came Zhao Yang's voice from above. "Remember my path: it is for all beings."
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