Chapter 35: The Scattered Immortal's Fury

  Ding Yan stood in mid-air, hands clasped behind his back, his long gown fluttering slightly.

  The power of the Immortal, transcending the mundane, his powerful immortal sense instantly enveloped the Five Grains Mountain. The information of every person on the mountain appeared in his mind. This was not the first time Ding Yan had performed such a large-scale soul search; he had used it many times in his past life. Since the targets were only ordinary people, there was no pressure on Ding Yan at all.

  Memories like tides, countless scenes turned into countless semi-transparent streams of air, constantly surging into Dingyan's mind.

  In the void above, Ding Yan closed his eyes.

  In the depths of his mind, a powerful soul was browsing through these people's life experiences like flipping through books.

  The cold wind blew gently, and after a long time, until the last breath of air entered Ding Yan's mind, Mount Wugou returned to calmness once again. The people on the mountain also returned to normal, from start to finish, not a single person discovered his existence.

  Standing in the wind, Ding Yan's gaze slowly swept over the crowd on the mountain, with a hint of melancholy flashing at the bottom of his eyes.

  In the bandit group, many people have their own stories. Among them, there may be really ten evil and unforgivable ones, but there are more people who were forced to become bandits by this era. They became bandits just for survival.

  In order to survive, they abandoned their original kindness.

  In order to survive, they raised their butcher knives against the weak.

  For survival...

  Everyone's hands are stained with blood. They have long forgotten their former selves.

  Ding Yan was silent.

  He stood quietly on top of the Five Grains Mountain, like a deity, looking down at all living things. It was unknown how long it had been when suddenly, a thread of dazzling light flashed through Ding Yan's eyes, and a terrifying killing aura spread out.

  A figure appeared in the void, emerging into the sight of everyone present.

  In the picture of memory, Ding Yan clearly saw the destruction of Yishui Village. The fierce fire burned down the entire village, and the old village chief died miserably under the butcher's knife. In the flames, the desperate voices of the villagers, the crying of babies, shocked Ding Yan's soul.

  The final scene was of a woman lying in a pool of blood...

  "Who is that?"

  "It seems like a person, but no way, how can a person be in the sky?"

  "It must be an immortal!"

  Ding Yan's appearance quickly caught the attention of the people in the mountains.

  "Cough..."

  Ding Yan stood still, and suddenly a severe pain appeared in his body, followed by coughing up a mouthful of blood!

  Pain, piercing through the heart!

  Ding Yan knew that this was the residual consciousness of the original owner's physical body. Before he could complete those three things, this consciousness would not completely dissipate. As time passed, his heart felt more and more painful, as if it would crack open at any moment. This pain was a kind of spiritual pain, and no elixir could alleviate it.

  Ding Yan covered his chest, and his mind kept flashing with scenes.

  All these scenes are about Ding Ling's scenes.

  "Little sister, when brother grows up, he will definitely let you eat your fill every day."

  In the ruined temple, Ding Yan stroked his own rumbling stomach, forced a smile, and coaxed his little sister.

  "Little sister, when brother grows up in the future, he will definitely buy many warm sweaters for little sister, so that little sister won't have to freeze again."

  In the wind and snow, Ding Yan hugged his little sister tightly and struggled to find a place to take shelter.

  ......

  Kill!!

  Ding Yan raised his head, and suddenly his eyes were filled with bloodshot, a bloodthirsty thought flooded his mind.

  They all deserve to die!

  A void stepped forward, a wave of invisible ripples spreading out, stretching out his right hand, and gently pressing the palm of his hand against the void below. A faint green glow emerged from the center of his palm. The talisman flashed by. The crowd standing on the mountain top suddenly felt the ground shaking, and in the next second, their bodies were pierced by withered vines that burst out of the soil.

  The dispersing immortal's anger causes blood to flow like rivers!

  The entire gang of several hundred people was instantly annihilated, including their leader, and many were even killed in their sleep.

  Yin and Yang Xiuzi stared blankly at the vines that pierced through his body, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

  He didn't understand how he died, without any warning signs, and just like that, he was dead. The martial arts skills he had practiced his whole life were unable to resist this mysterious power, not even a thought of resistance could arise.

  "Is it an immortal? Only immortals have such power. In the face of this power, I am just an ant, an ant..."

  After the slaughter, Ding Yan's eyes gradually regained their clarity.

  Looking at the almost desolate Wugushan, Ding Yan let out a sigh and fell down.

  In the compartment.

  The woman held the baby and trembled with fear, just a moment ago, he witnessed with his own eyes the death of the famous Yin Yang Xiushi! He was silently strangled by a vine that emerged from the ground, without even having the chance to resist, and not even seeing the person who made the move from start to finish.

  Although she didn't know why the person who had attacked her hadn't killed her, she still chose to hide.

  Although I knew it was a futile effort.

  Holding the child, the woman's heart was filled with fear, while in her arms, the child was fast asleep.

  Suddenly, the woman felt a flash before her eyes, and a young man who looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen appeared in front of him. The young man wore a long gown, with a very delicate face, just like a neighbor's boy, making people feel close to him.

  Young man, it is just what you said.

  Earlier, during the soul search, Ding Yan had already discovered the child's existence. He knew that this child was his sister's.

  Ding Yan walked over, took the child from the woman's hands, and turned around.

  Just one step, and it disappears without a trace...

  The woman looked at where Ding Yan disappeared, and felt a little dazed.

  She didn't understand why she had to hand over her child to the other party, it was as if it were an unconscious action.

  Like a dream, like an illusion.

  "Who... is he?" The woman muttered.

  ......

  After leaving Ma's gang, Ding Yan hugged the child and walked towards the direction of Qiu Shui Town.

  "The person I entrusted has already passed away, but this child is her continuation. As a promise, I will accompany him for life..."

  The autumn water town, as usual, looks a bit desolate.

  Yang Lao Han was leaning against the gate as usual, sitting on the threshold, smoking a big cigarette.

  As people approach old age, they tend to like sunset more and more, and cherish those memories settled in the sunset.

  "Huh?" Old Man Yang was taken aback, looking towards the end of the street.

  Under the sunset, the other's shadow was stretched very long. Yang old man looked at it for a while, and suddenly patted his forehead. He remembered that this young man was the one who asked him for directions two days ago, from Yishui village.

  "How come there's an extra kid?" Yang old man was stunned for a moment, and soon discovered the baby in the other person's arms.

  The young man walked into the town and kept asking questions, and when the other party shook his head, he turned around and went to the next house, until he reached the poor house next to Old Man Yang's.

  Yang Lao Han was puzzled and wanted to know what the young man was asking about. He got up and walked over.

  Because the distance was a bit far, Old Man Yang only saw the young man and the owner of the house talking about something. After a while, the owner of the house finally nodded, then the young man reached into his sleeve, took out a silver dollar, and handed it to the owner of the house.

  "What's going on, Zhang Xiaoz?" asked Yang Lao Han as he walked over.

  The owner of the house heard the voice and looked up to see Yang Lao Han, then smiled and replied: "Yang Dàye, I've sold the house to this young scholar. From today on, this young scholar will be your new neighbor."

  Yang Lao Han was taken aback.

  It wasn't until a while later that he realized the young man was planning on living there.

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