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The voice sounded older, belonging to a Little Master, probably around ten years old, filled with a sense of vigilance.
When Ouyang Jun heard this voice, his reaction was even more intense. He couldn't control the volume of his sharp voice, which was laced with fear. "You! You’re not dead! You actually survived!"
"Hahaha, Ouyang Jun, did you think I was dead? Not only am I alive, but I'm even stronger now! The entire Yezhou City has been burned clean by me, yet somehow you, the one who deserved to die the most, have escaped!"
"Monster! Monster! I clearly saw you burn to death in the Great Fire; how could you possibly come back to life? No, you're not him; you're a monster! You're deliberately imitating his voice to scare me. Ha! I'm not afraid; I won't be afraid of you!"
Though he shouted loudly, Ouyang Jun had already collapsed on the ground, preparing to crawl away on all fours. Liang Xiaomiao stepped on his back, her toes pressing against his spine. She twisted her foot just enough not to cripple him but ensured that Ouyang Jun was completely pinned down and unable to rise.
The little voice spoke again. "Yes, my father, you saw me burn alive with your own eyes. I screamed for you to save me, to let me go, but you remained indifferent."
You only laughed heartily on the side, boasting about how the Immortal Sword was about to reach its peak.
They say even a tiger does not eat its cubs; you are the first to burn your own son alive.
Seeing that he could not escape, Ouyang Jun decided to play dead and fell silent.
Li Cu looked at Great Fire with a pained expression. "Is he really your biological son?"
The little one retorted, "Look at how terrified he is; doesn't that say enough?"
"Then what is your current situation?"
Li Cu hesitated on how to ask the latter part of the question, fearing it might hurt the child's already tormented soul.
The little one continued, "Let me show you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Great Fire parted ways. With a flash of cold light, a sword filled with murderous intent appeared before everyone.
A phantom of a young boy aged eighteen or nineteen sat cross-legged atop the horizontal sword.
"Now, I have become this ghostly figure."
"I have turned into a demon with this ghostly body," Sang Qingxiao whispered.
Upon hearing this, Little Master exclaimed in realization, "Oh, so this ghostly form of mine is because I've turned into a demon? Am I a ghost or a demon?"
Sang Qingxiao did not answer him directly but asked in return, "Do you want to be a ghost or a demon? Or perhaps enter reincarnation? I can assist you with Merit; come now; you'll surely be reborn."
Little Master grew angry at this suggestion. "I don't want to be reborn! Who knows what kind of relatives I might encounter! Once burned by fire is enough! You shamanic trickster, don’t think you can fool me!"
Sang Qingxiao wasn't trying to deceive him; he truly could help him be reborn. But who would believe such an incredible claim without proof?
Sang Qingxiao tentatively asked again, "Actually, being a Demon Cultivator isn't so bad. The Underworld is much broader than this continent. With your talent, you could easily become a high-ranking official in the Underworld."
"Ugh, what’s so great about that dark and eerie place? Can't I just be a Demon King here?"
Demons are beings that everyone seeks to eradicate.
Little Master glanced at Qi Xiaomian, realizing he was trying to deceive her again.
In such a short time, he had already sensed her aura? He truly was an exceptionally gifted Little Master.
Sang Qingxiao felt pity for him, which is why she had thought of several paths for him. Yet he insisted on choosing the most difficult and uncontrollable one.
At that moment, Qi Xiaomian suddenly moved a bit closer and, using the cover of his sleeve, wrote a few words in her palm: "I want him! Help me!"
Sang Qingxiao's runes established a mental connection with him and opposed, "He is a demon! A being filled with hatred and destructive energy!"
"This sword could become a significant asset for me. He has just turned into a demon and is at a lower level than I am; I’m confident I can control him."
"I'm not worried about him or you. What concerns me is the immense destructive power that could arise from the two of you combined."
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