Chapter 212: Chapter 109: Three Qi Transform into Three Diagrams—Righteous Path, Demon Path, Path of Freedom

After a long time, Li Yuan slowly sheathed his sword and asked, “Old Zhou, did you see clearly?”

Zhou Jia nodded.

Li Yuan continued, “If there’s anything you don’t understand, I’ll teach you again next time I return.”

Zhou Jia stepped back, saluted, and bowed in thanks.

On the other side, Lady Yan was holding Xiaozhao, while the proprietress held Xiao Ping’an, watching Li Yuan as he was about to board the carriage, feeling somewhat reluctant to part.

The coachman of the carriage was unexpectedly a tall “man” wearing a face-concealing conical hat.

But everyone here knew that this man… was actually Tang Nian’s Puppet.

Because Tang Nian was also on the carriage.

Li Yuan had been deeply concerned for this adopted daughter, as Tang Nian had become increasingly reclusive, and had even been caught secretly drinking…

The big girl had grown into a young lady.

So, Li Yuan decided to send this problematic girl to the Martial House.

Since she was interested in poison techniques, Li Yuan personally handed her over to a teacher from the Chenghua Sect, to let that teacher instruct her in poison techniques.

At the Martial House, with so many people around, the reclusive problematic girl would have no choice but to interact with others.

Li Yuan decided to arrange for her to study beside Liu Xiaoyu’s cottage, while he himself needed to travel far…

Tang Nian did not refuse, understanding that… her adoptive father was doing it for her own good.

At this moment, Lady Yan gently held Li Yuan’s hand, without asking where her man was going again, but instead advised, “Come back early, and be careful on the road.”

Li Yuan hugged her and Xiaozhao, then hugged the proprietress and Xiao Ping’an, and immediately boarded the carriage.

The Puppet flicked the reins, and the horse left the manor.

Li Yuan sat in the slightly dark carriage, chatted gently with Tang Nian, then began contemplating his own matters.

These past days, he once again tried to integrate the Triple Trajectory and the Three Forms into a true whole, but it still wasn’t working.

Thus, he had no choice but to proceed to the next step.

He divided the Life Atlas into three parts, one of which contained the Life Map with the [Gentleman Riding a Deer Visualization Image], prepared for the Martial House.

The [Gentleman Riding a Deer Visualization Image] was a Map of Carefree, a Map of Freedom.

A cultivator with a peaceful heart, neither angry nor resentful, and not twisted.

Such a person would neither meddle in affairs like a hero nor cause trouble like a demon, making it perfect to use as one’s open force.

However, he still had to teach the remaining two Life Atlases to someone.

This time, he was heading to Cyan Pool County, next to Qiutang County.

In fact, both Qiutang and Cyan Pool were counties ravaged by Zhao Xiantong and his disorderly soldiers, and such counties often had many unfortunate people, as well as unfortunate children.

He was rather fortunate, as the black bird he sent out had spotted a “promising” child.

He wanted to find that child and then pass on the Map of the Demon Path [South Mountain Ghost Rain Visualization] to them.

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A few days later, at dusk…

The sky was covered with dark gray clouds.

The earth, the houses, the fields, the crowd, were all heavily suppressed by these dark clouds, running everywhere, as if soulless, quickly heading home.

Soon, the sudden rain fell, blurring people’s vision and filling their ears, creating a chaotic buzzing on their eardrums.

Yet, in this heavy rain, there was a boy leaning against a cold wall, holding a piece of iron without even a handle, which had been ground and ground into a blade.

The boy sat from dusk to night.

And from night, sat until late at night.

In the late night, the rain that had stopped suddenly fell again amidst thunder and lightning.

The sound of thunder and rain intermingled…

At this moment, cries came from the courtyard wall not far behind him, cries of resistance yet powerless.

The boy suddenly stood up, struggled to climb over the wall in the rain, and carefully groped his way to the house, then, taking advantage of the sound of rain and thunder, cautiously pushed the door open and quickly went inside.

Inside, a fat-headed, big-eared man was pressing a frail girl beneath him.

The girl’s face was very beautiful, pitifully delicate, easily stirring up either evil or protective feelings in people’s hearts…

However, this face had brought her disaster.

The boy gripped the piece of iron and fiercely slashed it towards the man’s neck.

The man, caught off guard, had a wound cut on his neck, but he was clearly a practitioner, or at least not someone who could be killed by the boy’s sneak attack.

He turned around in fury, and punched out.

Bam!

This punch hit the boy’s abdomen.

The boy, however, gritted his teeth and didn’t retreat, taking the blow head-on, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the man’s face, then swiftly slashed the iron piece towards the man’s eye.

Swish!

The man’s left eye darkened, and he let out a scream, but immediately followed up with another furious punch, sending the boy flying.

At this moment, the girl behind the man got up, grabbed a piece of porcelain from the bedside, and smashed it against the man’s head.

Bam!

The man was dazed by the hit, and the boy on the ground quickly jumped up, rushing forward with the iron piece.

This time, another slash, but the man reacted quickly, rolling on the ground with the boy, grappling and struggling together.

The boy shouted to the girl, “Run!”

The girl grabbed another porcelain item nearby, intending to help.

The boy yelled angrily, “Run!”

The commotion here had already attracted many people, and a crowd was rushing over from afar. If they didn’t leave now, they wouldn’t be able to escape at all.

The boy and the man wrestled together; he was risking his life to hold the man back, but he couldn’t sustain it for much longer.

Time seemed to slow down; the girl’s eyes darted to the side and saw a spiky fruit on the table.

The fruit was valuable, harvested from the Southern Mountains.

She suddenly dashed out.

The boy thought she was running away, and only then did he feel at ease.

Yet in the next moment, the girl came back with the spiky fruit in her arms, and then, with all her strength, she smashed it into the man’s face.

Once…

Twice…

Three times…

The man went wild with punches, and the boy blocked them one by one.

The girl frantically smashed the fruit down again and again.

By the time the household’s guards reached the entrance, they only saw a boy lying on the ground, facing the sky, breathing his last breaths, a master of the house with a face smashed to the pulp, and a blood-stained spiky fruit.

The window at the back of the yard was open, with water on the windowsill.

Some of the guards shouted “Master” and rushed to save him, while others swiftly exited to pursue the escaping girl.

…

The girl scaled the wall and fled, sprinting desperately through the thunderstorm.

She once had a happy family, but both her parents were killed by the chaotic soldiers of Zhao Xiantong.

When she became a beggar, she was still a child, but after growing up over the last two years, she developed a beautiful face.

This face brought trouble; she was abducted by a master of a household.

Her brother braved the storm to rescue her, but died for her.

She hated…

Despised…

Hated everything in this world.

The sound of guards running came from afar, the dark alleys like a labyrinth echoing with footsteps everywhere.

A celestial net with no escape in sight.

But the girl kept fleeing.

Bam!

She suddenly collided with something, and stumbled backward.

Yet she didn’t fall because a hand steadied her.

The girl quickly looked up, seeing a figure wrapped in a cloak and wearing a mask, exuding a mysterious aura, leaning in the middle of the road.

This figure carried a terrifying presence, momentarily leaving the girl frozen in fear.

Suddenly, the figure asked, “Do you hate?”

The girl was stunned for a moment, then suddenly broke free from the overwhelming aura, a ruthless look in her eyes, a tangible air of animosity like smoke billowing around her, “Hate! I do hate! So what? Are you going to catch me and take me to the authorities?

Go ahead, catch me! As long as I’m alive, I’ll… eventually destroy this world!”

As she finished speaking, she heard the figure opposite her let out a laugh.

The laughter grew louder as if they had just heard the most hilarious joke…

The laughter left the girl somewhat surprised, embarrassed, and angry.

However, she also realized that this person might not be there to catch her, so she softly said, “There are many people chasing me behind. If you’re not here to catch me, please step aside and leave quickly… They have power and do whatever they want in Cyan Pool County…”

As she spoke, footsteps echoed from the alley behind.

“Here she is!”

“Found her! She’s here!!”

Soon, in the firelight of the storm and lightning, a figure emerged holding an umbrella, glaring at the girl, “How dare you hurt Master Ma?”

“Hurt?” The girl was stunned.

She had smashed him so many times, and he wasn’t dead?

In an instant, she clenched her fists, endless remorse and pain surging in her heart.

And just then, the figure behind her suddenly said lightly, “Hey.”

The girl turned back.

The figure said, “If he’s not dead, just kill him again.”

The girl hesitated, “You… you’ll help me kill?”

The figure said, “No, you kill him yourself.”

The girl lowered her head and said, “I can’t kill.”

The figure’s voice was laced with amusement, “I’ll teach you to kill him, and also teach you… to destroy this world.”

Their indifferent conversation angered the guards who had chased them. The guards rushed together.

But the figure had already seized the girl and leaped onto the rooftop, vanishing within a few bounds.

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