97: I'm your dad

“Hmph, you ghost!”

Xu Sanyan looked coldly at the giant golden statue; he knew all of this was Cisheng, that old virgin’s, doing.

“Bang, bang…”

The golden statue’s footsteps made a huge noise as it moved, crushing many corpses into meat paste, their flesh squeezing out from under its feet like toothpaste.

“Playing at being a god!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Sanyan leaped high, his heavy fist aiming straight for the golden statue’s head.

The golden statue clenched its fists and smashed down heavily, raising a gust of wind with its movements. Its seemingly massive body appeared to slow down, but in reality, it was not so; in the blink of an eye, its fist was already before Xu Sanyan.

The two’s sizes formed a stark contrast; Xu Sanyan was like a child standing before a strong man, making him appear very small.

“Boom!”

The two violently collided, the air being explosively compressed by the fists, emitting a huge roar. Space seemed to freeze for an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Sanyan flew backward at an extremely fast speed, crashing heavily onto a wooden beam.

“Pfft…”

He suddenly felt an itch in his throat, and a mouthful of stale blood spurted out, making his chest feel much clearer.

Xu Sanyan wiped the corner of his mouth, staring ferociously at the golden statue, a savage smile twisting his lips.

The golden statue’s massive fist cracked, revealing the greenish-gray bricks inside. As the cracks quickly spread along the fist, like a spiderweb, they soon covered its entire body.

With a loud “boom,” the golden statue collapsed into a pile of rubble.

“Hahahaha… Let me see what other tricks you have!” Xu Sanyan propped himself up and laughed wildly, his eyes devoid of fear.

He had overcome many dangers; a mere old ghost, how could she take his life?

If Cisheng were prettier, perhaps he would even be interested in helping her “pierce the red,” letting her experience the true might of a Northwest man!

Cisheng’s faint voice drifted from within the Grand Hall, “Don’t struggle, you can’t get out…”

Xu Sanyan sneered inwardly. An Fiend darted out from the darkness and rushed into the Grand Hall at extreme speed.

“Bang!”

The Fiend flew out even faster, as if an invisible barrier had bounced it back.

Sure enough, there was something strange!

Xu Sanyan did not rashly enter the Grand Hall. He turned to look at the entrance, only to see the two young Buddhist nuns still staring fixedly at him.

“What are you looking at?”

Xu Sanyan snorted. The Blood Demon exerted force with its feet, instantly appearing beside the two women, severing a head with each claw.

In the blink of an eye, two figures emerged from the Grand Hall again; it was those two young Buddhist nuns.

“Damn it, it’s endless!” Xu Sanyan panted heavily, his eyes becoming even redder, and the brutality in his heart grew more turbulent.

“Stay here… Stay here…” Cisheng’s voice emanated from within the hall, a continuous seductive sound that made one feel restless.

“Stop yelling!” Xu Sanyan roared, picked up his massive fist, and flew up, like an enraged bull, charging directly into the hall.

“Bang!”

An invisible barrier blocked him. His gaze penetrated the barrier, and he saw Cisheng sitting on a prayer mat with her back to him, a tall Buddha statue in front of her.

She appeared completely unguarded, continuously repeating the phrase, “Stay here…”

“Stay, your, mother…”

The ferocity in Xu Sanyan’s heart could not be suppressed; a wicked fire rushed to his mind, almost engulfing his reason.

His violent emotions seemed to reach a certain critical point, and a soft “pop” sound came from his ear, as if something had broken…

In an instant, the third eye on his forehead, which had been tightly closed, slowly lifted its eyelid, revealing a tiny slit.

It was only a very small slit; if one didn’t look carefully, it would be impossible to detect.

Cisheng seemed to sense something; her body remained turned away from him, but her head suddenly swiveled around, her eyes containing a hint of surprise.

At this moment, she felt a fatal threat…

Was it a hallucination?

Streaks of crimson mist flowed from the slit on his forehead, slowly moving over Xu Sanyan’s entire body, enveloping him. To Cisheng, Xu Sanyan now looked as if he were wearing a light red, thin veil, covering his naked body…

Xu Sanyan’s eyes slowly closed, but the slit on his forehead gradually widened. First, a light red iris appeared, followed by a pitch-black eyeball, filled with a sense of deathly stillness.

He saw it…

Through these eyes, Xu Sanyan finally saw what he couldn’t see before.

As his gaze shifted, the solemn temple before him suddenly became dilapidated. The golden pagoda was shrouded in a hazy gray mist, no longer possessing its former grandeur and imposing presence.

The hall in front of him was nothing but rubble, with a few pillars supporting the framework that hadn’t completely collapsed. The massive Buddha statue, originally seated on a lotus platform, now lay headless in the ruins.

The corpses he had left scattered on the ground from his previous rampage began to dissipate, instantly turning into piles of dry bones. And those two young Buddhist nuns were nothing more than two complete skeletons.

As his gaze shifted, Cisheng also changed. Her plain monastic robe began to transform, its colors gradually brightening, and the monastic cap on her head turned into a mass of pitch-black hair…

In an instant, the formerly aged nun became a beautiful young woman wearing a red corduroy jacket, her hair piled high, exactly one of the girls from Cisheng’s story.

It was just that her body was permeated with Yin Qi, unlike a living person.

“Hahahaha… This appearance is much more pleasing.” Xu Sanyan laughed heartily. If she looked like this, he wouldn’t mind being a scholar for once.

Cisheng said nothing.

As time passed, the red mist on his body gradually thickened, but the crimson mist flowing from the single eye on his forehead slowly decreased until it completely stopped.

Xu Sanyan felt the changes in himself, a cruel smile twisting his lips. He stuck out his tongue and licked his sharp fangs; he remembered the origin of this red mist.

When he first obtained the Blood-colored Small Knife, he had fought against a young man named Fang. That young man had not practiced martial arts, yet he had fought Xu Sanyan to a standstill relying on his Physical Body strength and this layer of blood mist.

At that time, Xu Sanyan was already in the Inner Qi Realm, and that young man only knew some rural fighting techniques, but this red mist had a very obvious restraining effect on Inner Energy, so for a time, he couldn’t defeat him.

Later, Xu Sanyan had also tried to find the source of that red mist, but he couldn’t find a method and eventually had to give up, which was a great pity.

Now he finally understood that it required “heart.”

That young man named Fang, being relentlessly pressed by Xu Sanyan and threatened with the lives of his fellow villagers, must have been filled with intense hatred, which then mobilized this blood mist.

And now, Xu Sanyan, relying on his heart full of violent Qi, also successfully mobilized it.

Currently, it seems that it only needs emotions to reach a certain level.

As long as he succeeded once, he would be able to remember this feeling, and after that, he wouldn’t have to go through such trouble.

Cisheng stood up, looking at Xu Sanyan with an uncertain expression, “What… what are you?”

“Ha~~”

Xu Sanyan let out a comfortable moan, his crimson eyes slightly askance,

“What am I? I am your father!”

Cisheng smiled, “My father died long ago. I killed him.”