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"Nine Springs Blood Sword and Dragon Slaying Body."

Three thousand lifetimes destroyed the cycle of reincarnation.

The Thunder Soul had no limit to its power.

Life is not the will of heaven... "The Dao of longevity."

Du Lei used his yellowed sleeves to wipe the grayish-brown stone in his small hand. His brows were slightly furrowed as he muttered to himself.

Duré had inadvertently picked up this rock just now, and this verse was precisely carved into it. The mud was embedded within the vigorous words, concealing a large portion of the words. If one did not look carefully, it would be difficult to tell the difference.

A few servants, who had finished collecting their dew, were casually boasting and laughing in their hoarse voices. No one looked in Duré's direction.

Duré looked around, pursed his lips, and carefully put the stone into his sleeve. He picked up the dew from the grass.

In the Sobbing God Continent, there was a capital, ten imperial cities, and the Hundred Empire, as well as other remote and barren realms, there were even more strange and mysterious. The place where Du Lei was located was the powerful sect in Luo Yu Empire, which had a population of three billion people: Wu Ji Sect.

The continent's martial prowess was revered. True experts ascended to the heavens, overturning mountains and rivers with a flip of their hands. This was respected by the people of the world. However, without strength, there was no dignity.

The only reason he could stay here was because he was a little errand boy for the inner sect disciples. In the powerful sects, however, the lives of the servants he bought were as cheap as grass, and he could only listen to orders.

No one wanted to be a servant, but the Duré family was poor. When he was seven years old, he was sold here.

At this moment, Du Lei and the other servants had gone up to the Thousand Cloud Snow Mountain to pick up the Snow Grass Dew. They were all here to forge a sword for the Martial Extreme Martial Sect's inner disciple, Xia Mengyan … Snowfall Sword.

This sword had been forged a thousand times through tempering and tempering the Heavenly Mountain Ice Iron. After the sword was formed, it needed to be guided by the ninety-one drops of Snow Grass Dew that were condensed every morning and continuously watered for nine days before it could be unsealed and display its true might. Once the slash was made, it would cut through one's hair and cut through steel like mud. Ice energy would splash about, making it a rare treasured sword.

In the past, Duré was very curious about this Dew Sword. He thought that one day, just touching the sword would make him jump in joy. However, the poem on this stone had taken away all his curiosity.

If a little rabbit who grew up in the forest was able to run out of its nest and see the blue sky, it wouldn't be used to it.

"Little Lei, hurry up and leave. We can't afford to delay any longer." Uncle Zhao, who had dark skin and a wrinkled face, walked over to Du Lei's side and reminded him with a smile. All these years he had been looking after Duré, as kindly as his own father.

Du Lei came to his senses and acknowledged the order. He then took the small bamboo tube that contained the sweet dew and ran down the mountain with Uncle Zhao.

Walking north for two hours through the Hua Qing Chi, Du Lei saw a pavilion that was five stories high and was decorated with dazzling glass.

Even though it was just the tip of the iceberg of the Great Wu Ji Sect, it was still a wonderful place.

Duré knew that this was Xia Mengyan's residence: Dreamgate Pavilion. Duré yearned for this luxurious residence, but he knew that he would never be able to live in such a pavilion in his entire life. Thus, he was very satisfied to be able to stay in the distance and observe for a while.

The servants stopped outside the main hall, respectfully standing there. Du Lei stood in the last row with his head lowered, but his eyes were looking inside the Dreamgate Pavilion.

A middle-aged man in a black robe stood at the high position in the hall as he excitedly said to the side: "Xia *, if today's Dew Snow Sword can be successfully forged, it will become a Middle Grade Spirit Weapon. Combined with your martial skill, Jadefallen Jadefallen Finger, it will definitely be like adding wings to a tiger!"

Beside him was a sixteen year old girl. She had a pretty face, bright eyes, white teeth, and bright eyes. She wore a tight red and gold jade robe, and her exquisite figure was perfectly revealed.

She was Xia Mengyan, one of the top inner disciples of the Martial Extreme Martial School. Not only was she powerful, she was also a daughter of the Xia Clan. With her huge background, Meng Que Tower belonged to her alone.

At this time, Xia Mengyan was sitting on a high chair with her legs crossed, playing with a sword that was as bright as the moon, her lips curved into a smile: "What a good 'Dew Snow Sword', as long as I practice this spirit sword for a few days, my strength will definitely increase greatly, in a month, when all the disciples of the Martial Extreme Martial School go hunting in the mountain, I will definitely be able to kill that Scorching Flame Wolf King." Someone, pay the remaining twenty thousand inkstones to him. "

The middle-aged man was grinning from ear to ear. He could finally earn enough money to forge this sword.

"Everyone, come in." Seeing that the servants had arrived, Xia Mengyan pouted and said.

After receiving the order, a group of servants hurriedly rushed in with a small bamboo tube in each hand. Today was the last day to forge the Dew Sword, so the laborers were finally able to finish their hard work harvesting. As happy as they were, they also sped up a lot.

Du Lei rushed to the back, followed by a servant. It was Uncle Zhao.

"Little Lei, slow down." Uncle Zhao was old after all, and after walking on the long mountain road, he was out of breath. Just as he crossed the threshold in front of the hall, he accidentally tripped on the threshold and fell forward with a cry of surprise. He crashed into Duré, and along with Duré, he fell onto the ground.

The bamboo tube fell to the ground, and the snow and dew sprinkled on the ground.

One by one, their gazes turned to their direction, filled with fear and terror … All the negative emotions instantly rose to the extreme.

The snow dew had become stained with dust on the floor and was no longer pure. Eighty one drops of snow dew could not even be one drop less, let alone two drops. Everything he had done the previous eight days was now void.

"No!"

Duré's face was pale. He stood up and looked at the dewy ground. He gritted his teeth, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, he felt an invisible killing intent approaching him. He looked up and found that Xia Mengyan, who was standing above him, had an ice-cold expression on her face. True energy was gathering in her body; she was clearly angry!

Uncle Zhao was so scared that he ran to Xia Mengyan's side and dropped to his knees with a thud. His voice was trembling, and his nose was snot. He was too nervous to speak.

Xia Mengyan had to severely punish Uncle Zhao. However, Uncle Zhao was a kind person, and had taken care of Du Lei for eight years. He had even saved Du Lei's life when he was seriously injured.

At the end of the day, Uncle Zhao was Du Lei's savior, so Du Lei had no choice but to help!

He looked down at Xia Mengyan's golden red satin dress and jade boots and said: "Miss Xia, I'm sorry, Uncle Zhao has just made a grave mistake. However, I beg of you, on account of your loyalty to the sect for twenty years, please spare his life. From now on, even if I have to work hard, I will not refuse!"

Xia Mengyan propped up Du Lei's chin with her right hand, then looked down at him and said: "You're my servant, so it's your duty to be an ox or a horse, and you still have the nerve to negotiate conditions with me, huh?"

Then, he changed the topic. "What's more, the Dew Snow Sword is worth thirty thousand inkstones. Do you think his lowly life is enough to pay for it?"

Duré's face darkened, his throat moving.

The woman who used the jade boots to pick up his chin was clearly the Xia family's daughter who made all men go crazy for her, but his mood was surprisingly unwell.

No one knew where Du Lei's courage came from, but he coldly said, "Why don't you just kill me! "Let me take on the blame for Uncle Zhao's actions. A life in exchange for a life, this way …"

The sound came to an abrupt stop. With a 'shua' sound, Du Lei turned his head to look, only to find that Uncle Zhao's entire head had flown out three feet. Fresh blood gushed out from the wound on his neck and splattered everywhere.

"Uncle Zhao!"

Xia Mengyan's speed was simply too fast. Before Du Lei could react, Xia Mengyan got up and cut off his head.

This was the difference between a mortal and a cultivator. It was said that Xia Mengyan had already reached the second level of the Spirit Refinement realm. A peak 9th layer Body Refinement Cultivator had a strength of 3000 jin, not to mention a higher level, Spirit Refinement, and a Spirit Refinement Stage powerhouse that released true energy!

Seeing his close relative die so tragically, Du Lei's face paled and he froze! Then, endless rage followed!

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

So normal was not scary at all. What was scary was that when you met a wave, you could only helplessly stand to the side and be a lowly spectator. You had no strength to change, and no power to fight back.

Begging for mercy would only make a person become more and more lowly, more and more lowly. Only by becoming strong and standing higher than others would one be able to live up to their own brilliance …

Yes, I can't be stronger than you in this life, but even if I die, I won't allow you to trample on my dignity!

Du Lei stood up, his back ramrod straight. He raised his head, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with unyielding stubbornness. However, his expression was as calm as still water, and extremely cold.

"Kill me."

Seeing the unyielding gaze of the young man in front of her, even Xia Mengyan's eyes flashed with a faint trace of emotion. However, that was it.

"Are you ordering me?"

Xia Mengyan suddenly smiled. Her smile contained the beauty of a heavenly beauty, but it was terrifyingly beautiful!

She said in a playful tone, "Whether I kill you or not depends on my interest. However, there are a lot of obedient dogs. Occasionally, one of them would jump out and behave atrociously, which is quite interesting. Don't you want to die? Fine, I won't let you die! Let's play something interesting. "

Then, with a shake of her sleeve, a black pill the size of a longan appeared in Xia Mengyan's hand.

"I bought this Poison Scorpion Pill from the black market some time ago. Although wasting it on you is a pity, but to be able to teach you how to be a servant, I am happy to spend this small amount of money. Today, I will give this Poison Scorpion Pill to you."

Du Lei didn't have much experience with it, but he had heard of the famous Poison Scorpion Pill in the Luo Yu Dynasty. The person who consumed this pill would have his entire body spasm every two hours, his internal organs would burn like fire, and he would live a life worse than death.

10,000 inkstones and a poisonous pill. His life was a life worse than death.

How could Du Lei allow Xia Mengyan to torture him like this for his entire life? His eyes turned cold, and a wave of ruthlessness surged out as he prepared to smash towards the tip of that sword.

"You're not allowed to commit suicide, or I'll kill your entire family!"

Xia Mengyan icily shouted, causing Du Lei's movements to abruptly stop.

He could disregard his own life and death, but how could his country parents, his sister, and the people he treasured the most in his life involve them?

Du Lei clenched his teeth. He had no other choice. If he didn't eat the pill, his whole family would die. He immediately took the pill and swallowed it.

"Thank you … "I will not kill you."

Servants were born to their masters, and receiving their masters' rewards was a blessing that came from eight lifetimes. One had to be grateful for their kindness, or else it would be blasphemy and humiliation towards their masters.

Raising her chin towards the door, Xia Mengyan smiled and said, "You can scram now."

As a mortal, Duré's resistance was poor. As soon as this pill entered his body, it turned into a strong current that rushed through his entire body. He felt as if his heart, liver, lungs and kidneys were all on fire, all his organs were twisted together, and he could not help but tremble.

Du Lei coughed out a mouthful of blood and climbed out the door with difficulty. Behind him was Xia Mengyan's "gege gege" mocking laughter. It wasn't until Du Lei had walked far away that her voice gradually faded away.

After Du Lei left in a sorry state, Xia Mengyan withdrew her playfulness, threw down her sword, and said to the middle-aged man beside her: "I need to go into seclusion for a few days. When I come out, I hope to see a new spiritual weapon in front of me."

"Yes!" …

It was night. Dark clouds covered the sky as muffled thunder rumbled. The torrential rain poured down in an uproar like pouring water.

In a remote grass hut of the Martial Extreme Martial School, amidst the storm.

Large drops of rain dripped down from the simple thatched roof, and the loose beams of the house creaked in the wind, seeming as if they would collapse at any moment. Duré was curled up in a corner of the stucco bed, shivering.

Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his aura also became a lot weaker.

The effects of the Venomous Scorpion Pill started to take effect again.

Du Lei originally thought that living a normal life would be fine. However, because he was ordinary, he was unable to protect the lives of his loved ones. In fact, he even had the right to commit suicide … None of them.

After a long while, he mumbled to himself, "Previously, I didn't care about anything, but all of a sudden, I wanted to become strong, wanted to become strong! I never thought I'd want it so much. So much for one thing! "

"Is life not the will of heaven?" Ha ha-ha ha, I want revenge, I want to kill Xia Mengyan! But I can't do it, this is heaven's will, right? "

Duré smashed the stone to the ground, cracking it open.

Suddenly, a black light flashed in front of Du Lei's eyes. Something had crawled out from the stone.