Chapter 97 I will end this era
Ye Liuyun stood on the street, the dried bloodstains on his body a shocking sight.
He ignored the frightened and avoiding gazes of passersby, staring intently at the tea shop owner:
"What does that Soul Master look like? What kind of Martial Soul does he use? Tell me every detail."
The tea shop owner was so intimidated by the man's menacing aura that his legs trembled and his hands, gripping the counter, shook uncontrollably. He dared not refuse and carefully recalled:
"That Soul Master... looked like a nobleman from a very good family, dressed in gorgeous clothes. His Martial Soul was very eye-catching; when he activated it, his hands would turn into huge claws, wrapped with azure lightning. With one claw strike, the young man was sent flying."
"By the way, that man looked rather fierce, with a deep scratch on his face that stretched from the corner of his eye all the way to his chin, making him look a bit ugly. He had an extremely volatile temper, and after killing someone, he was still cursing Wang Sheng for soiling his robe."
"They complained about encountering such bad luck while stopping to rest here; they should have gone to the Star Dou Forest."
Upon hearing this, Ye Liuyun lowered his eyelids slightly, concealing the fleeting killing intent in his eyes.
Claws, entwined lightning, arrogance.
Immediately, a suspect came to mind, and a plan to investigate further was formed.
He nodded, handed the shopkeeper a gold soul coin, and then gave the pastry shopkeeper a gold soul coin as well.
He then walked towards Wang Sheng's courtyard in a daze.
For the first time in his life, he felt fear. He arrived at the courtyard but dared not knock on the door, unsure of how to tell Xiaoya.
At this moment, the courtyard was as silent as a tomb.
Xiaoya sat on a low stool by the stove, her eyes, which were usually so diligent, were alarmingly red, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept all night.
In the past, no matter what Wang Sheng did, he would at least come home at night.
She had a vague suspicion that this person would never return, so she didn't even lock the door, hoping someone would push it open and come in.
She kept staring at the courtyard gate that he couldn't push open.
When Ye Liuyun pushed open the door and appeared before her, reeking of blood.
Xiaoya trembled slightly, then numbly stood up, supporting herself on her knees.
She didn't ask what had happened, nor did she show any fear. She simply looked at Ye Liuyun's blood-stained robes and spoke softly:
"Boss Ye, you're back... I'll go boil some water for you so you can take a shower."
She turned stiffly to grab the water ladle, as if the bad news wouldn't come unless she stopped what she was doing.
Looking at her frail figure, which seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her away, Ye Liuyun felt that all the words he had prepared seemed so pale.
He knew he couldn't avoid it, so he finally spoke:
"He's dead."
Xiaoya's movement of scooping water suddenly froze.
The ladle hung in mid-air, a few drops of cold water falling onto the bottom of the pot with a hollow echo.
She remained silent for a long time, so long that the air seemed to freeze.
Then, as if she hadn't heard anything, she continued pouring water into the pot, the sound soft yet heartbreakingly calm.
"I guessed it. I waited from yesterday night until this morning, and I already guessed it."
She squatted in front of the stove, skillfully adding firewood; the firelight illuminated her pale face.
"I've always thought that in this world, just being alive is already incredibly difficult. I'll just live one day at a time."
"In the past, the two great empires were at war. My father died when he was conscripted. I saw many women being beaten by men after they got married. Fortunately, Wang Sheng treated me very well and let me live a few good years. He even brought me into the city."
"Compared to others, I am already very lucky. At least I have been happy and I am still alive."
"In a couple of days I'll take the kids to the countryside to live. We'll build a house, farm, and if God is kind to us, we should be able to survive."
Ye Liuyun was overcome with self-reproach, and tears streamed down his face.
He always felt that it was all his fault. Although he wasn't exactly a great person, he never considered himself a bad person either.
They may have their own little thoughts, but they never intend to hurt others. They just do their own thing on weekdays.
It was like this in his past life, and it will be like this in this life too.
But how did things turn out this way?
Ye Liuyun knew that once Xiaoya left, she would probably spend the rest of her life toiling in the fields.
A widow struggling to raise her child will soon be overwhelmed by exhaustion, and wrinkles will creep across her face.
A small village in the countryside could confine her to a cage for her entire life.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Xiaoya, with her back to Ye Liuyun, said gently:
"Boss Ye, this is not your fault."
"Many people have gone through this."
"You gave us hope. Yesterday must have been the happiest day for both Wang Sheng and me."
"What people fear most is not suffering, but the absence of hope."
"I firmly believe that my child will inherit his father's talent, awaken a martial spirit, and bring me a good life."
"Even if I haven't awakened my martial soul, it's fine. I still keep that soul beast encyclopedia. I learned a lot from you teaching Wang Sheng."
"I will teach my children from a young age that knowledge is the greatest wealth."
"Brother Ye, don't cry. It's really not your fault. If you have to blame someone, blame the world."
Ye Liuyun looked up at the sky and saw nothing but the sun and clouds, but he knew that there was such a thing as the divine realm.
In his worldview, God is compassionate and saves all living beings.
But the god here is more like a Soul Master who is slightly more powerful than a Title Douluo.
What kind of ridiculous rules prevent them from interfering in human affairs? What's the point of having such a god? What's the significance of people supporting such a god?
Originally, he only wanted to cultivate himself into a god so that he could live a long time.
But now that he thought about it, what's the point of becoming such a god?
With their long lifespans, do they compete with turtles in the realm of gods to see who lives longer?
Ye Liuyun clenched his fists, feeling for the first time that he should do something, that he had to do something.
This will be the true meaning of his life, the meaning of his coming into this world.
He took out the Grade 9 Purple Ganoderma from the storage soul tool that Dugu Bo had given him.
"This is a miraculous herb. Scrape off a little bit every day and steep it in water for yourself and your child to drink. It will gradually improve your health and talents."
He then took out a large bag of gold soul coins, numbering over a hundred, which represented all his savings.
"Here, take these. Don't refuse. It's what I, as the eldest brother, should do."
"I will have my clone accompany you to settle down in the countryside and help you establish your authority so that the villagers know you have a Soul Master relative."
Xiaoya did not refuse; she did need these.
Ye Liuyun looked towards the mass grave outside the city and solemnly said:
"Don't say that brothers are disloyal."
"The Soul Master who killed Wang Sheng."
"We will pursue him to the ends of the earth, until he is dead."
"Kill your world."
After a pause, he made up his mind, his eyes blazing:
"I will end this feudal era."
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