Chapter 2, Murdering One's Own Husband
Once again, as Xuanyuan encouraged himself, he had already arrived at his doorstep. From a very concealed place, he opened the tree door, and everything was not too different from what he had imagined
What fervent oaths were cast into the clouds in an instant by Xuanyuan
At the moment the blood stained the dagger, it suddenly seemed to come alive, bursting apart and transforming into countless black threads that plunged directly into the head of the demon bear, wrapping around it tightly. Moreover, even the hand of Xuanyuan that grasped the dagger appeared to be firmly glued together.
Let's go home
However, as Xuanyuan entered the tree house with Guxing and looked at his tree bed, he was momentarily stunned
Feeling somewhat discouraged, Xuanyuan understood that what people fear most is the loss of spirit, courage, principles, and their own will. Without these, a person can only be said to be living like a walking corpse. Therefore, Xuanyuan made a firm resolution
Having acquired this wealth of memories, Xuanyuan skillfully knew how to skin the fur to achieve the highest price. Moreover, the magical bear had been completely drained by that peculiar force, leaving no flesh behind, making the process of skinning exceptionally easy. After completing all of this, Xuanyuan neatly stacked the thick magical bear fur and, gazing at the intact skeleton of the bear, his eyes lit up.
However, at the moment when the sharp fangs of the demon bear bit into the dagger, the fangs shattered inch by inch, and blood flowed profusely
Bang bang, bang bang, Xuanyuan felt his heart racing intensely. Although he did not know who the woman before him was, this was his home, and she was actually sleeping in his bed. It was simply outrageous. If it was outrageous, then so be it. Xuanyuan steeled his courage, feeling a bit nervous, and took one step at a time on the carpet made of demon wolf skin.
Having finally gained a chance at rebirth, am I to die here? If even a mere magical bear can kill me, what right do I have to be called Xuanyuan? I will fight to the end!
Xuanyuan naturally understood the preciousness of this inner elixir, and his heart was filled with joy. In this way, as long as he sold the inner elixir, he would be able to purchase high-quality elixirs and superior equipment, thereby maximizing his safety.
Xuanyuan knew that he would never find the solitary moon again, and his heart ached
Haha, it turns out to be inner alchemy
Perhaps it is because Xuanyuan often sneaks a glance at Widow Zhao bathing, following the contours of her face down to her chest, observing her casually placed jade-like hands, her slender waist, and the snow-white dress that covers her knees, revealing a pair of lustrous jade-like feet. From the outline of the dress, one can imagine the long, straight jade-like legs of the woman before him
Just now, on the brink of life and death, a fierce instinct from the Xuanyuan bloodline was awakened. However, after it ended, Xuanyuan was drenched in cold sweat, his entire body soaked, gasping for breath. All of this felt utterly inconceivable to him. Even in the memories of this body, such a situation had never occurred before
The bones of the magic bear can also fetch a considerable price
"It would be a shame not to look; having lived a lifetime, I have never seen such a beautiful woman. Every glance is a gain. A thousand Zhao widows cannot compare to the beauty of even her fingertip"
Perfect... This is truly perfection... Thank you, heavens, for being fair and unexpectedly granting me such a beautiful woman.
Xuan Yuan was indeed seeing such a fierce magical beast for the first time, and for a moment, he was so shocked that his hands and feet trembled. In his previous life, where had Xuan Yuan ever encountered such a large magical bear? He silently cried out in his heart
When a person dies, they face the sky, what is there to fear
This magic bear seems to have gained intelligence. Upon seeing this tattered dagger, a glimmer of mockery flashed in its eyes as it lunged towards the dagger.
Xuan Yuan knew from his memory that his home was located not far from here, within a towering tree.
As he reached out to grab it, the originally intact skeleton instantly exploded, turning to ashes that scattered with the wind. Xuanyuan was momentarily taken aback, feeling a twinge of regret. With a sigh, he suddenly noticed a blood-red inner elixir, the size of a pebble, quietly lying on the ground
Xuan Yuan held his breath and stepped forward slowly. The woman's off-shoulder silk dress, lying sideways, created a deep cleavage that accentuated her full bosom. The dress, which clung closely to her body, perfectly outlined her exquisite curves. As he approached the woman, Xuan Yuan was enveloped by a natural fragrance emanating from her, refreshing and delightful, uplifting his spirits.
Xuan Yuan, who was originally extremely angry, suddenly became dumbfounded, his anger dissipating entirely. Setting aside the woman's fairy-like appearance, Xuan Yuan had been a little beggar for many years, experiencing the warmth and coldness of human relationships. He could discern good from bad people; at least in his view, this woman was not bad and could be considered a good person
In the fleeting moment between life and death, the bloodlust within Xuanyuan was completely awakened. Grasping the rust-stained black dagger at his waist, he endured the pain and stood up, unleashing his limits. With a sudden leap, he slashed at the neck of the demon bear. This dagger, measuring forty centimeters in length, resembled a small sword. The moment Xuanyuan held the black dagger, an inexplicable feeling surged within him, though he could not articulate what it was. Regardless, there was no time to ponder such matters now, and Xuanyuan did not think much further as he aimed for the demon bear's neck.
The Frost Beauty glanced at the dazed young man before her, smiling sweetly; her smile could captivate a city and a nation, and yet, it was nothing extraordinary.
The Demon Bear is an existence even more formidable than the Demon Tiger
Young lady, wake up, young lady...
A person and a wolf, neither hurried nor slow, walked towards their home. As they walked, Xuanyuan recalled his memories. Inside this towering tree, he had carved out a space with a seemingly rusty and very dull dagger, one cut at a time. Inside, there was a simple bed with a blanket made of magical tiger skin. The walls of the tree were adorned with his trophies, and complete magical wolf skins were spread across the ground. In his imagination, it was a warm little home. At the center of this tree house was a deep pit about a meter in diameter, used daily for cooking food. In the wilderness, smoke from cooking could easily attract others' attention. If discovered, the outcome could very well be a grave without a burial place. One can only imagine how perilous this world is.
Suppressing his excited and fervent soul, Xuanyuan cleared his throat and said softly, somewhat awkwardly
Xuanyuan roared, spitting in anger
No matter what means I must employ, I will undoubtedly seek revenge for you. Since I have been reborn in your body, this is the only way I can repay you. You and the soul of the solitary moon, watch me; I will surely fulfill my vow.
The present self, with wounds on the body quickly scabbing and healing, and the feeling of hunger completely dissipated, senses a surge of strength throughout. Looking again at the dagger in hand, a few specks of mottled rust flake off, and after a fleeting glimpse of dark, ghostly glimmers, it appears no different from before.
After a moment's pause, Xuanyuan finally came to his senses and hurriedly used a dagger to cut open the fur of the demon bear, as this could fetch a considerable sum of money
Xuan Yuan was instantly filled with immense pride and high spirits. At that moment, the lone star was biting into a small wild boar, which could be considered quite a bountiful harvest.
Where is the butt? I still haven't seen the butt. The old beggar said that the butt should look as beautiful as the moon on the fifteenth day of the month
In the previous life, all of this was nonsense. I never expected this world to be so magical. It seems that my previous desire to become an immortal, to ride the clouds and mist, is no longer a dream
Xuan Yuan's heart was filled with excitement as he extended his hand and gently pushed the woman's arm. Upon touching her jade-like arm, Xuan Yuan was once again overwhelmed with tears of gratitude to the heavens
The expression on that perfect oval face exudes a sense of tranquility, subtly revealing a hint of sadness. A tiny droplet of water hangs from her long eyelashes, and her calm demeanor, complemented by a touch of rosy cheeks, inexplicably imparts a feeling of inner peace, leaving one in a state of bewilderment
The solitary star seemed to understand Xuanyuan's words, a trace of sorrow flickering in its wolf-like eyes, and it shook its head
At this moment, Xuanyuan finally felt how helpless he still was. To carve out a place for himself in this unfamiliar and cruel world was incredibly difficult. Did he have any hope of seeking revenge against the son of the city lord in Moon Desolate City, Yue Jue?
In the midst of a call that resembled the buzzing of mosquitoes, Xuanyuan had not intended to truly awaken the woman. However, to his surprise, she actually opened her beautiful eyes, exuding an indescribable ethereality, akin to a spirit, filled with endless charm and allure. Yet, her expression was cold. Xuanyuan felt a blur before his eyes, unable to clearly see the woman's movements, only feeling a sharp pain in his forehead as he was sent flying, floating as if transcending the mortal realm. He rolled over two or three times before managing to stand up, one hand clutching his forehead and the other pointing at the frost-like beauty before him, shouting in anger.
No matter how good the texture is, it can't compare to this; this is truly perfect, so smooth...
Xuan Yuan's body suddenly trembled, and countless black threads coalesced into a black beam that penetrated his body. Xuan Yuan felt his injuries gradually healing, and his strength slowly expanding. In Xuan Yuan's terrified gaze, the demon bear struggled for a moment, its body visibly shriveling at a rapid pace, until only a hide remained.
What about the Lonely Moon? Xuanyuan, upon seeing the Lonely Star, immediately thought of the Lonely Moon. Even if the Lonely Moon is dead, it must be given a proper burial.
Xuan Yuan rubbed his eyes and suddenly froze in place. Before him stood a woman dressed in a snow-white off-shoulder dress, her long hair casually cascading down her back, resembling the finest black silk, flowing down to her waist. Her jade-like figure was displayed, with her delicate and rounded shoulders, and beneath her exquisitely perfect collarbone, a small portion of her soft bosom was revealed, showcasing her glistening, tender white skin, making Xuan Yuan gulp as his eyes widened, staring intently.
The old beggar, who is not inherently bad but somewhat lecherous, often takes Xuanyuan to secretly watch Widow Zhao bathe. At this moment, Xuanyuan is filled with excitement from head to toe
You murdered your husband...
Xuan Yuan recalled from his memory that individuals like him, who lived independently, either entered the family circles within the Moon Desolate City, becoming servants or enforcers of the family, or became mercenaries, hired as bodyguards, or engaged in unsavory activities. Those fortunate enough with decent talents might be accepted as disciples by certain sects, thus ensuring a life free from worries about food and clothing, only needing to focus on cultivation or completing sect tasks. Conversely, those less fortunate would have all their possessions taken and be killed, with women potentially facing the fate of being assaulted before being murdered.