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Chapter 156 The World as a Game
Jiang Yueming looked down at the bloodied and mangled face, feeling a surge of annoyance. With a forceful twist of her ankle, she tore off the bloodied hand that revealed its white bone.
Swish!
No heart-wrenching screams were heard after the bloody hand was severed; instead, the cries for death grew even louder.
"Please...please kill me...I'm in so much pain."
"Jiang Wushen... I beg you, kill him... I'm in pain."
"Little brother...it hurts so much..."
"My wife... I'm leaving... what will you do...?"
"..."
A series of wails echoed in his ears. Jiang Yueming clenched his fists, his body trembled, and his teeth were clenched tightly.
He was struggling with this. These people shouldn't have had to die. It was all because of him that these disciples were suffering so much.
But now that all his disciples are seeking death, how can he bring himself to do it?
"Please...please kill me..."
Suddenly, a bloody hand grabbed Ye Mo's calf. She lowered her eyes and saw a disgusting face, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.
It was the first time she had witnessed the power of poison gas, and the first time she had experienced what it meant to be filled with wailing and what it meant to be worse than dead.
Boom!
Just as Ye Mo was in a daze, a cold light flashed by, and a blood-red head rolled to her feet. The blood-red hand that was tightly gripping her fragrant foot also vanished into nothingness.
After struggling for a moment, Jiang Yueming finally picked up a silver knife and rushed into the green smoke.
Outside the green mist, Ye Mo watched quietly as green and red intertwined within the mist, and a black figure moved rapidly, leaving behind a trail of agonizing screams wherever it went.
A quarter of an hour later, as the sound of tearing gradually subsided, the screams and wails of the disciples also came to an end.
As dawn breaks in the east, the red sun begins to rise.
In the warm morning light, a young man stood bathed in the afterglow, but the cold blade in his hand was dripping blood, appearing dark red in the warm light.
Under the soft glow of the morning stars, the earth appeared peaceful and serene. As the light slowly rose, the scenery behind the boy began to become clear.
It was a terrifying sea of blood and a mountain of corpses, with severed limbs and heads everywhere. The air was filled with a heavy stench of blood and a hint of decay, and the blood looked even redder in the morning light.
Ye Moling's brows furrowed suddenly, and she gently covered her chest with her small hand. She knew that Jiang Yueming's heart was bleeding.
He was in great pain and felt guilty.
"Yueming, shall I share a story with you?" Ye Mo said, looking at Jiang Yueming's lonely figure with heartache.
"I grew up on the border, where there is constant war and people only eat one meal a day, sometimes only once every three days."
"My mother starved to death, and from then on I vowed to become a chef and cook for all the people in the world who have nothing to eat, for free."
"But I was too naive back then."
At this point, Ye Mo's beautiful eyes revealed an extremely sad expression, and her red lips twitched slightly as if she were mocking herself.
"It's easy for me to cook, but where do I get the rice and vegetables? I've asked many rice and vegetable merchants for help, hoping they can give free aid to the poor."
"But without exception, they all failed, and that's when I learned a lesson."
"We are all human beings, we all have hearts, but some hearts are a fiery red, while others are a filthy black."
"So I want to tell you, the problem isn't you, it's this cannibalistic world!"
After speaking for a long time, Jiang Yueming remained silent, her whole body motionless as if she were frozen in place.
"Jiang Yueming, are you alright?"
Ye Mo noticed that Jiang Yueming still had no reaction, and her worry grew stronger. She took a short run over to him.
"Ye Mo, thank you."
Before she had run a few steps, Jiang Yueming turned his head slightly and smiled as he looked at her. His smile was so beautiful in the warm sunshine of the rising sun that it was captivating.
"I'm glad you're alright."
Seeing the radiant smile, Ye Mo's pretty face flushed slightly, and she lowered her eyes, not daring to look Jiang Yueming in the eye.
"Huh? Ye Mo, why is your face red?"
"Huh!? This...it's because of the sunrise!"
"Let's go, let's go!"
……
"You audacious Jiang Yue! Where do you think you're going!"
Jiang Yueming and Ye Mo had only taken a few steps away from Suolong Pass when a deafening sound came from behind them.
Seven streaks of light rushed in at breakneck speed, causing dust to explode wherever they passed, and powerful gusts of wind to tear through the void.
Ye Mo immediately realized that all seven auras were actually from the Primordial Realm!
She immediately narrowed her eyes and stood in front of Jiang Yueming. Although she was currently unable to fight, this action was undoubtedly subconscious.
She had previously said she would protect him, but she never expected that the pursuit of him would continue.
The seven people who came this time are all genuine Primordial Realm experts, which means we're in big trouble now.
Watching Ye Mo's slender figure disappear into the distance, Jiang Yueming's expression remained unchanged; she simply adjusted the ice mask on her face.
boom!
The seven streaks of light suddenly stopped ten feet away from Jiang Yueming, and figures slowly emerged.
The first person to appear was a woman dressed in green, with a graceful figure and a faint, cool expression on her face.
At this moment, her gaze met Ye Mo's directly, and her eyes held a hint of hostility.
She is Zhang Qing'er, a soul disciple of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion and the leader and captain of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion Holy Competition!
His strength has reached the fourth stage of the Primordial Realm.
"Hey! Little Jiang Yue, where are you running off to?" After Zhang Qing'er, a man in a yellow robe appeared and looked at Jiang Yue with a teasing smile.
His name is Shenyang, the young master of the Incense Burning Pavilion, and his strength is at the third stage of the Primordial Realm.
"He wants to run? My Black Thunder Cudgel will be the first to stop him!"
"Wang Chen, you don't need your Black Lightning Staff yet. My Soul Control Puppet is enough to immobilize him."
Two more men appeared. One was wearing a brown short-sleeved shirt, was burly and strong, and carried a black iron rod. His eyes were full of fighting spirit.
Another man had white hair, a pale face, and was thin. He was manipulating a small puppet in his hands, and his gaze was also fixed on Jiang Yue.
The former is Wang Chen, the eldest disciple of the Overlord Sect.
Strength at the third stage of the Primordial Realm.
The latter is the young master of the Puppet Sect, Bai Kui.
Strength at the third stage of the Primordial Realm.
"Jiang Yue, you really have the nerve to get us chasing you down."
As the light dissipated, another woman slowly appeared. She wore a bright red dress, with several strips of tricolor silk wrapped around her delicate body, and a mischievous smile on her lips.
She is Liu Qingyi, the senior disciple of the Huayun Sect, and her strength is at the third stage of the Ancient Realm.
"Sister Liu, you can't say that. Brother Jiang is very sensitive."
No sooner had Liu Qingyi finished speaking than a loli voice echoed from the void.
A little girl in a green dress dispersed the shimmering light, revealing her petite figure.
She is Jiang Nuannuan, the little princess of Wanqi Immortal Pavilion.
Strength at the Ancient Third Stage.
Gazing at the six menacing figures in the sky, Ye Mo felt an immense pressure. She turned her head slightly and scolded Jiang Yueming, "Honestly! Why do you always make enemies?"
To be honest, if any one of those six had made a move just now, Zhang Dongyan and the others would have been completely out of the picture.
Such strength is truly terrifying. One person at the Ancient Realm can kill hundreds at the Condensation Realm, let alone six of them!
Although Ye Mo has also advanced to the Ancient Realm, she is in no condition to fight in her current state.
Even if we assume Ye Mo wasn't injured, she couldn't possibly kill all six of them at the same time; at most, it would be a 50/50 chance.
After hearing Ye Mo's little complaint, Jiang Yueming touched his nose and laughed, "There's nothing I can do about it. It's just that Commander Jiang Yue is easily targeted."
"I think you're not only handsome, but also really capable," Ye Mo said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at Jiang Yueming.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming shrugged helplessly. He wasn't afraid of the six people in front of him, since he and Ye Mo weren't in any real danger.
"Hehe, are you trying to scare Jiang Wushen to death?" A white-robed man laughed as the last streak of light disappeared in the void.
His name is Li Yun, the young master of Xingluo Pavilion, the leader and captain of the Holy Competition team, and a fourth-level expert in the Primordial Realm.
"What? Are you guys planning to start the Holy Tournament early with this lineup?" Jiang Yueming looked at Li Yun and said with a faint smile.
Upon hearing this, Wang Chen swept his black lightning staff, unleashing several bursts of lightning, and declared boldly, "You go ahead, Jiang Yue, I'll start by setting an example for everyone!"
Swish!
In the blink of an eye, the staff's shadow hurtled towards Jiang Yueming, its immense power shaking the surrounding area.
The lightning rod struck with tremendous force, and Jiang Yueming was shocked. If he were still at the Qi Condensation Realm, he could withstand this attack, but now he was only at the Divine Transformation Realm!
It should be known that many ancient cultivators have died under this thunderous staff, let alone someone as weak as him who was only at the Nascent Soul stage.
Unexpectedly, Wang Chen was really impatient and acted immediately.
Brother, would you mind checking out my skill level before you start fighting?
You guys are supposed to be my friends from Saint-Sé!
Just as the lightning rod was about to be three inches away from Jiang Yueming's nose, a stream of clear lotus energy burst through the air and stopped the lightning rod in place.
A slightly angry voice immediately rang out.
"Wang Chen, you used eighty percent of your strength in that strike. Are you trying to kill Jiang Yue?"
Zhang Qing'er glared angrily at Wang Chen, her face radiating coldness.
"Hehe, I didn't expect his cultivation level to be so low," Wang Chen said with a smile, scratching his head.
"I'm sorry, Jiang Yue," Wang Chen said, putting away his Black Thunder Staff and apologizing to Jiang Yue.
Hearing the apology, Jiang Yueming patted his cheeks and smiled, "Old Wang, you almost ruined the world's color."
"What do you mean?" Wang Chen asked, puzzled.
Jiang Yueming suddenly smiled slyly and said, "My damn handsome face is the color of the world!"
Upon hearing these words, Wang Chen immediately put on a mask of pain.
"Hehe, Brother Jiang, you still have the same habit of boasting as before," Jiang Nuannuan said with a coquettish smile as she moved closer to Jiang Yueming.
"I'm not boasting. Since I was born..."
"Everything he said is an undeniable fact," Jiang Nuannuan said before Jiang Yueming could finish.
"Nuan Nuan understands me best," Jiang Yueming said, gently pinching her childlike face. "Nuan Nuan seems to have grown quite a bit taller."
"It's not that Nuannuan has grown taller, it's that Brother Jiang has gotten much stronger."
Jiang Nuannuan took the initiative to hug Jiang Yueming's arm, and the adorable height difference made Jiang Yueming seem like her father.
The couple's intimate behavior inadvertently displeased the two women.
One is Zhang Qing'er in the sky, and the other is Ye Mo on the ground.
"Alright, Nuannuan, let Jiang Yue explain why his cultivation level is only at the Nascent Soul stage," Zhang Qing'er finally couldn't help but interrupt the 'father and daughter' pair and said.
"Yeah, Jiang Yue, what are you doing?" Shen Yang chimed in from the side.
After saying this, Jiang Yueming scratched his head, thought for a moment, and said, "Simply put, I sacrificed my cultivation for the greater good."
"Got it?"
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
In their past memories, Jiang Yue would use righteousness as a shield whenever she didn't want to explain.
It's not that he's unwilling to explain, it's just that he finds it troublesome and doesn't want to talk about it. But if you give him a little something in return, he'll tell you everything right away.
For example, give them a string of candied hawthorns.
"Fine, we're not like Zhang Qing'er who gives you candied hawthorns every time. If you don't want to say anything, then fine."
"Your cultivation is so weak, and the Jiang clan wants to kill you. What do you plan to do?" Liu Qingyi asked again.