Chapter 271 I Am Not Weak
A Forest Place: Pale yellow leaves, deep red branches, and yellow grass.
The air was cold, and the cold could freeze people like ice.
The sky was pitch-black, with a silver moon and twinkling stars.
The atmosphere was beautiful, with each leaf illuminated by a fire.
Like a lantern floating in the trees.
Seraph, walking aimlessly, his face expressionless.
Looking around for safety, he held a spirit orb in his left hand and a lucky gun in his right.
Seraph walked for a while and decided to sit on the ground to rest from his long journey.
Seraph decided to sit near a tree.
With the comforting sound of resting.
Phew... Finally, he could rest.
Seraph sat with his legs stretched, looking ahead at the darkness, which was dark without the light from the leaves.
It must have been pitch-black, eerie.
"I've been wandering for five days now. I must be lost. What a wonderful life!"
Seraph tossed a marble around, exercising his hands to keep them still.
Seraph began closing his eyes, pausing his hand. Time began to pass. Seraph, now wary of danger, waited to see if anything would come.
A demon or something, he could prepare himself.
Seeing that the demon hadn't appeared, he decided to jump up and stand on the tree.
Seraph leaped, using his proud leaping power.
He jumped up and stood on the tree, then began to lean against it.
Seraph pulled something out of the light hole. Something floated out of Seraph's belly. Golden light illuminated Seraph's belly.
"The light hole is on the belly. It's a place for storing things.
It's like the inside of the mind. This is what happens when you begin to cultivate.
It's called a second home, a place to walk inside.
Seraph's is a golden place. There was a yellow light.
When cultivating, one must cultivate within the aperture to absorb the energy of the spirit stones, increasing the aperture's size.
The higher the level, the greater the amount of spirit stones required.
Therefore, a cultivator should have a lot of savings to cultivate.
Seraph sighed, because a large amount of spirit stones were needed for cultivation.
Seraph stopped caring about this.
He held something that looked like a thin white bottle.
It was white liquid in an expensive bottle.
Seraph held a white potion. "This is an image-creating potion. When activated by drinking it yourself,
it erases the drinker's identity.
It's called a trial version of the Identity Erasure Potion.
The Identity Erasure Potion doesn't last long, so this is the prototype.
And the explanation was so long, it never ended.
Seraph thought of Rindel, who had been explaining, and he spent over an hour explaining the details.
Seraph stopped thinking and drank the white potion, gulp after gulp.
"When you stay still, this potion will erase all your senses and identities.
According to Mr. One's explanation, when you move around, the negative effects of your identities will disappear.
That's why it's called an experimental version because it can't move.
But this is a version that can last for a very long time while asleep.
It's appropriate because it stays still, allowing the potion to lengthen its duration. This will help protect me."
Seraph shone a white light all over his body for a short while, and then it disappeared.
Seraph decided to close his eyes to rest.
"Let me sleep first. I haven't slept in five days, and I want to rest.
Is this what you call a cultivator? My overall physical strength has increased so much.
This is incredible. I can take down a bear all by myself now.
The seraph stopped in the tree, his eyes closed. The deep sleepiness consumed his soul.
And a dream was born.
Around the gray and white, a blur.
Many shadows of people stood in a row.
Each one had a face of anger and disdain.
And one person, still a child, almost a teenager.
This child stood still.
The shadow of something pitch-black stood looking at the boy.
The boy made no expression, just stared.
And morning came. The seraph opened his eyes, his face bright.
The sound of the trees and leaves moving was refreshing.
The seraph looked down at the ground and said,
"Good morning."
Below the seraph, a man in black, dressed entirely in black,
stood still, looking up at the seraph.
The seraph sat in the tree.
The man in black below had a similar build to Seraph.
He wore a blindfold and was completely concealed.
Seraph sighed as he looked at the new person who appeared, staring at himself.
[Clad in all black, his face obscured. He was clearly the culprit. What should we do?
Should we reveal him? They're the same age. I'm not sure, but if we're talking about appearances, they're similar.
They're both children.]
"Do you have any business with me?"
The man in black opened his mouth. "Little boy, with clothes like that, are you from the Guzheng family?"
Seraph looked at his own clothes and shook his head immediately.
"No, I found these clothes and borrowed them to wear."
[This one, is he just a child? Does he feel like he's in trouble? Me?"
Child D smiled beneath the mask.
His face was filled with satisfaction. "Then, good luck, little boy. I'll take the Guzheng family bounty!"
Child D shouted with satisfaction. Thinking of killing Seraph.
Chai D drew his sword. At the center of the sword symbol was a finger poking a silver skull's eye.
Chai D prepared to charge up and attack Seraph.
Chai D stared at one of the gun barrels.
The golden gun was aimed at one target.
Seraph fired. Bam!
A golden bullet slammed downward. Pew!
The bullet struck the ground. Bam!
The bullet hit the ground completely.
Chai D hadn't moved for a moment. Seraph hadn't even aimed his gun.
Chai D could only wonder what Seraph was doing.
Seraph nodded in satisfaction. "I think I got it right, huh?"
Chai D charged up. Pew!
The sword in his hand glowed green, creating a green blade that covered Seraph's sword.
Chai D looked straight ahead and saw a red spirit energy orb.
Rushing towards him. Whoosh!
Chai D sneered at the Spirit Orb.
"Kid, what can this do to me?"
Chai D swung his sword and slashed at the Spirit Orb. Pew!
A green light emanated from the blade, slashing the Spirit Orb. Whoosh! Boom!
An explosion occurred. Chai D laughed, "Hahaha!"
Chai D's laughter was short-lived. His disdainful eyes turned to shock as he saw the Spirit Orb collide with his sword.
The Spirit-enhanced sword snapped in half. Boom!
The Spirit Orb struck the right hand that had swung the sword. Whoosh! Boom!
The Spirit Orb pierced through Chai D's right arm.
The arm was severed.
A red Spirit Orb flew towards Chai D's face.
Whoosh!
Chai D dodged. Whoosh! Boom!
The marble hit his own shoulder. The marble continued to float to the ground, uncaring of anything in his way.
The sound of a shoulder bone breaking, and red blood spurted out bit by bit.
Man D's face was stunned. A black shadow descended from the trees.
It was the shadow of Seraph, who had flown down. Whoosh!
Seraph descended, approaching Man D's face.
Seraph's foot kicked Man D's face. Whoosh! Boom!
Man D hit the ground with a loud boom!
Seraph landed on the ground, clutching the marble that had landed in his hand. Thud!
The marble struck Man D's body, as if he were no longer there.
Man D's face was bleeding profusely, his right arm severed, his right shoulder severely injured.
The internal organs from his shoulder were seen spilling out.
Man D prepared to counterattack.
The Seraph was much faster.
Seraph grabbed the marble. And he smashed the marble directly into the man's head. Boom!
Seraph smashed the marble into the man's head.
Red blood splattered on his face, and blood stained Seraph's cheek.
Man's brain was completely crushed.
Seraph said in a cold tone, "You made your choice."