C2 This Is How Villains Are Raised

Perhaps it was the blessing of the heavens, but Ye Qingming was not beaten to death. After the group of youths left, Qiao Sheng walked out from the shadows, wrapped the unconscious Ye Qingming in his arms, and returned to his residence.

Ye Qingming couldn't help but groan because of the pain in his body. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange place. He struggled to get up.

With a creak, the door was opened from the outside. The person who came in had a face to be spied on, but the person's face was cold, and there was no emotion in his eyes, as if nothing could move him.

"You're awake?" Qiao Sheng said.

When Ye Qingming looked into those amber eyes, he actually forgot to speak for a moment. Qiao Sheng frowned and sat beside Ye Qingming, taking out the ointment.

"Don't move." His index finger was smeared with medicine, and it was not considered gentle as it smeared on Ye Qingming's scarred face.

Ye Qingming's eyelashes trembled as he felt the cool touch of the tip of his finger on his skin. When his gaze fell on his face, he could not move his gaze away no matter what.

After Qiao Sheng finished taking care of Ye Qingming's face, he made him lie down on the bed and took off his clothes. His young and thin body was covered with ferocious scars. Qiao Sheng had grown up in the midst of war and intrigue since he was young, so he had suffered as many injuries as this child. Naturally, he knew how much pain Ye Qingming was in, so he tried his best to hold back his strength.

"What is your identity?" The children in the palace were either princes or young eunuchs who had been sent to the palace since they were young. Ye Qingming, who was dressed in coarse clothes, was not a young eunuch.

"He is just a lowly child of a lowly servant." Ye Qingming's eyes were filled with indifference.

Very good, this kind of identity was indeed very suitable to be a villain.

Qiao Sheng said, "You are the child of the Emperor." It was not a question, but an affirmation.

Ye Qingming smiled sarcastically, "No, I don't admit that he is my father." He hated that person who was high and mighty, wishing that he could eat his flesh and drink his blood. How could such a person be worthy of being his father? That person actually coldly watched his mother being humiliated to death by dozens of guards. He didn't deserve... He didn't deserve to be his father!

Qiao Sheng smiled in satisfaction when he saw the blood in Ye Qingming's eyes. He said, "How about I take you in as my disciple and give you the ability to do what you want?"

Ye Qingming suddenly turned his head and was stunned when he saw Qiao Sheng's smile.

"How is it?"

"I'm willing!" Ye Qingming came back to his senses and hurriedly replied, afraid that Qiao Sheng would go back on his word.

Qiao Sheng nodded and accepted Ye Qingming. He handed the medicine to Ye Qingming, but the moment he opened his mouth, he told Ye Qingming to leave.

"You can leave now. If you're still alive in three days, come with me."

Not understanding what Qiao Sheng meant, Ye Qingming's eyes flashed, but he still gritted his teeth and dragged his tired and powerless body away.

It was only three days later that Ye Qingming was surrounded by a few bruised and battered youths with knives in their hands that he finally understood what Qiao Sheng meant by that sentence.

"You despicable bastard! How dare you sneak attack us? It seems like you don't want to live anymore!" The young man in the lead was tall and had a sinister expression on his face.

"I didn't," Ye Qingming said coldly.

"You still dare to deny it?! If it wasn't you, then could it be that you're a ghost?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I clearly saw your clothes!" The other youth covered his swollen left eye and turned to his companion." Don't worry about him. No one will know even if we kill him here today. "

Yes, they had deliberately blocked the people in the deserted Cold Palace. Ye Qingming himself lived in the Cold Palace, and even if he died, it would take at least ten days or half a month for the people in the palace to find out.

Only the young man in the lead held a forty to fifty-centimeter long blade in his hand. It was so bright that it hurt his eyes.

Ye Qingming tilted his head to avoid the piercing light and bumped into those deep eyes.

Don't let me down. Qiao Sheng stood on the dilapidated wall and silently mouthed to Ye Qingming.

Ye Qingming read Qiao Sheng's words, and when he turned his head again, his heart was already as calm as water. He took advantage of the moment when the teenagers were not on guard to quickly snatch the opponent's knife.

A trace of killing intent flashed across his face.

The young men were bullies who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Seeing that the blade was not in their hands, they immediately retreated. Just as they were about to go back and call the guards, Qiao Sheng moved in front of them and easily took away the blade in Ye Qingming's hand. Without even looking at Ye Qingming, the blade turned into ashes in Qiao Sheng's hand. He said, "Continue."

It was unknown whether it was directed at Ye Qingming or the youths.

Ye Qingming covered up the strange feeling in his heart and rushed out, rolling around with the youth in the lead. When the others saw this, they all rushed over to help. For a time, five or six people were entangled with each other, unable to part.

Qiao Sheng watched coldly. When he was Ye Qingming's age, he was thrown into the primitive forest by his father and two thousand peers. Not only did he have to avoid the wolves, tigers, leopards, and leopards in the forest, but he also had to be wary of the sneak attacks of his companions. After struggling bitterly for three months, only he and seven other people came out. After ten years of open and covert battles, he had dealt with the seven equally outstanding people and became the king of the "Underground Kingdom."

If Ye Qingming couldn't even deal with these people, he would be very disappointed.

As time passed, Ye Qingming gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Qiao Sheng frowned and looked at Ye Qingming with an extremely cold gaze.

Ye Qingming happened to meet Qiao Sheng's eyes. He was startled, as if he was in an icehouse. Instinct told him that if this continued, this person would leave him without hesitation. No! He did not want this person to leave. This person had said that he would take him in as a disciple. He could not let him leave!

Ye Qingming held onto this belief and suddenly felt that his entire body was filled with strength. His heart sank, and he pounced on one of the people, biting down fiercely on his tender neck. He clearly heard the person he was pressing down on let out a scream from his throat, and blood rushed into his mouth. Some of it flowed out from the corner of his mouth and immediately turned red. The surrounding people were all stunned and looked at this scene in fear. Only after the body of the person Ye Qingming was biting twitched more than ten times and no longer moved did he scream and run away.

But it was already too late. Qiao Sheng had long since set up a barrier here, and unless Qiao Sheng let them go, no one would be able to get out. Naturally, the people outside would not be able to hear their cries for help.

Qiao Sheng stood quietly in the corner, waiting for Ye Qingming, who had lost his mind, to kill everyone.

The air was filled with the thick smell of blood. Ye Qingming walked in front of Qiao Sheng with bloodshot eyes. Qiao Sheng was stunned for a moment before he caught the body in his arms. He did not expect Ye Qingming, who had never cultivated before, to show signs of turning into a demon.

With a wave of his hand, all the blood disappeared without a trace. Qiao Sheng carried Ye Qingming and tore a teleportation talisman before leaving the palace.

Two months later...

"Master."

"Yes," Qiao Sheng opened his eyes and allowed Ye Qingming to throw himself into his arms, "Have you learned that sword technique?"

After two months of nourishment from elixirs, the scars on Ye Qingming's body were so faint that they could be ignored. His thin and weak body had also gained some flesh, and his originally withered face had also become much fairer, revealing a handsome face that no one noticed.

Once someone was recognized by Qiao Sheng, he would definitely not treat them unfairly. In the past two months, Qiao Sheng had been bringing Ye Qingming along the southeast direction. In fact, Qiao Sheng had left Ye Qingming's country and stayed in every city for a month. He bought a small house in an inconspicuous place in the city. After all, he had plenty of money and they had only stayed in two cities so far.

As the future villain, the sharp weapon to kill the Fate Son, Ye Qingming never let go of any time that he could use. He had talent that was not much worse than the Fate Son, and quickly learned how to absorb Qi into his body. With his high comprehension ability, he reached the second stage of Qi Refinement in two months.

Qiao Sheng was very satisfied with Ye Qingming's cultivation speed, but he stopped him. Not everyone was blessed by the heavens like the Fate Son. If one was too fast, it meant that one's foundation was unstable. If one was complacent now, he would not even have a place to cry in the future. Therefore, in order to successfully kill the Fate Son, Ye Qingming could not make any mistakes.

As a result, Ye Qingming's schedule for the next few days was basically going up the mountain to fight monsters and practice his sword. He would go home and report to his master that he was acting spoiled.

Ye Qingming, who had never acted spoiled before, acted like a spoiled child in front of Qiao Sheng, who gladly accepted his act. Whatever Ye Qingming wanted, Qiao Sheng would never be stingy with it. Wasn't this the villain who was closely related to his mission? Even if it was the moon in the sky, as long as Ye Qingming mentioned it, he would go and pick it. Of course, he couldn't pick it, but that didn't mean that the system couldn't either.

"Master, I'm already very familiar with that sword technique." Ye Qingming buried his head in Qiao Sheng's chest and sniffed the faint cold fragrance on Qiao Sheng's body. He closed his eyes in fascination. This was his master, the master who had been very good to him since he woke up that day.

"Show me."

Qiao Sheng pushed Ye Qingming and signaled him to leave his arms.

Ye Qingming reluctantly left his warm body, pushed open the door, and drew his sword to demonstrate in the courtyard.

Although he was already familiar with the sword technique and his moves were as smooth as flowing water, Qiao Sheng, who was pursuing perfection, still frowned.

When Ye Qingming sheathed his sword, Qiao Sheng walked over and mercilessly pointed out a few mistakes in his angle.

"Continue to go up the mountain to practice your sword techniques. Flashy but impractical."

Only through countless battles could one create a sword technique that was filled with power. Ye Qingming was still far from being able to do so, but for someone his age, it was already commendable.

In just two short months, Ye Qingming had heard Qiao Sheng's harsh criticism many times. He never felt that Qiao Sheng's requirements were too harsh. On the contrary, every time he heard Qiao Sheng's criticism, he would gladly endure it.

Another month passed like this. Qiao Sheng was very free. He did not care about his cultivation at all, because in his opinion, he did not need to ascend here, nor did he need to kill the Fate Son, so what else could he do?

Ye Qingming was indeed worthy of being a peeping tom who observed Qiao Sheng every day. He noticed Qiao Sheng's boredom and one day when Qiao Sheng returned to his room, he saw the strange biography of a book on the table.

Qiao Sheng was about to throw it away, but after thinking about how it was given to him by his own disciple, he gave up on the idea of throwing it away. By chance, he opened a strange novel and found it interesting. Every day, he did not even bother to go out of his room. He leaned against the soft couch and read with relish.

"Master, today is the Upper First Festival. Do you want to go out and take a look?" Ye Qingming had just come down from the mountain, and his forehead was still dripping with sweat. His face, which was growing longer and prettier, was filled with anticipation.

Qiao Sheng was caught reading a novel by Ye Qingming. He coughed uneasily, stuffed the book under his pillow as if nothing had happened, and nodded lightly.

Ye Qingming acted as if he did not see Qiao Sheng's little movements and continued, "Then Master, I'm going out to practice my sword."

"Yes."

When Ye Qingming walked out of the door, he carefully closed the door. Qiao Sheng took out his phone book with an expressionless face and continued to read.