254: Chapter 254 Why did you give me candy?

"It's gone now!"

"If you help me get revenge, my life is yours!"

The half-grown Child was covered in blood, his expression as cold and indifferent as a ghost. Even Wind Meditation Child, who had killed countless people, felt a chill run down his spine and a sharp tug in his heart!

"Cough, cough... Your enemy..."

"The Wind Family Grand Elder! Hey! Where are you going?"

"To the Wind Family, of course!"

"So, you've agreed to avenge me?"

"Brat, keep up. The sun is about to set. Killing at night has too much Yin Qi!"

"Hey... wait for me!"

...

The sunset was like blood, staining the clouds a deep crimson and casting a final glow over Yu Feng Cliff, which jutted into the Demon Spirit Realm, enveloping it in a blood-red halo!

Inside a side hall of the Wind Family, two figures were seated.

One was a man in his twenties, somewhat handsome, with wisps of Devilish Qi rising from his body and a black whirlwind mark burning between his brows. He wore a long black robe and leaned lazily against the main seat.

The man in the black robe with the black whirlwind between his brows was none other than Wind Meditation Child.

Beside Wind Meditation Child stood a Child. The boy's eyes were bulging and bloodshot, his face covered in blood that hadn't yet fully dried. His fingernails dug into his palms, and blood dripped from his knuckles, "Patter! Patter!" onto the cold floor, blooming into small blood flowers!

Wind Meditation Child yanked a black gourd emitting wisps of Devilish Qi from his waist.

*Pop!*

He opened the cap and took two fierce gulps of the devilish black wine!

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

A black centipede made a miserable and eerie sound as it crawled out of the wine gourd emitting Devilish Qi. Wind Meditation Child pinched it with his long, fair fingers and stuffed it into his mouth, where it burst with juice in one bite!

"Heh heh... Fragrant!"

"As expected of a High Grade Demon Blood Centipede. It's fishy enough, flavorful enough, and spicy enough!"

Wind Meditation Child closed his eyes, his mouth bulging as he spoke indistinctly with a look of intoxication.

"Didn't you promise to help me get reven—"

"Did I promise? Besides, the sun is setting. Killing at night has too much Yin Qi!"

"You..."

Suddenly!

Thump! Thump! Thump!...

The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the side hall.

*Creeak!*

The tooth-aching sound of a door hinge turning rang out as the side hall door was pushed open. An old man with white hair and beard, wearing a White Python Robe, leaned against the doorframe, gasping for breath!

A fawning smile was squeezed onto the old man's wrinkled face, his mouth stretching wide to reveal a set of forest-white teeth.

"Young Lord, this old servant has come as ordered. Please give your instructions... Urgh!"

Wind Meditation Child's feet suddenly exerted force, turning him into a streak of black light that left several afterimages. He instantly appeared in front of the white-haired old man!

Wind Meditation Child's back was like a fully drawn bow. His arms were instantly covered in earthworm-like bulging veins, and his iron fist clenched tight, tearing through the air and creating wisps of white smoke from friction. A ten-thousand-ton Demon Wind Fist smashed ruthlessly into the old man's fawning, smiling face!

*Boom!*

The sound of bones shattering mixed with the sound of a watermelon being smashed exploded. The head of the white-haired old man was blown apart by Wind Meditation Child's punch!

Warm blood mixed with minced meat splashed all over Wind Meditation Child's face. Blood flowed down his cheeks, "Drip! Drip!" onto the cold floor!

A metallic, rust-like stench of blood rose up, instantly filling the side hall!

*Thud!*

The headless body of the old man in the White Python Robe slammed onto the cold floor, staining it with a patch of deep red that looked like a blood rose blooming wildly in the side hall!

Suddenly!

The sun withdrew its last glow and slowly vanished at the horizon, just like the old man in the White Python Robe, leaving this cold Cultivation World forever!

To be sure, the sun would rise again tomorrow, and the sunset would again dye the clouds blood-red, but that sunset would be a different one, and it would never shine upon the people of today again!

"Heh heh... Not bad!"

"Brat, I managed to get your revenge just before the sun went down. From now on, your life belongs to... Hmm? Brat, what are you doing?"

*Clang!*

Accompanied by the crisp vibration of metal, the Child with the blood-stained face yanked out the demon sword from Wind Meditation Child's waist and slowly walked toward the headless body of the old man in the White Python Robe!

The Child's eyes bulged, filled with earthworm-like blood vessels. Holding the demon sword that emitted wisps of Devilish Qi with both hands, his face twisted, and his mouth curled into a gruesome arc.

"Ah!..."

The demon sword tore through the air, creating wisps of white smoke as it repeatedly and ruthlessly hacked at the headless body of the old man in the White Python Robe!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Warm blood, emitting wisps of steam, splashed out wildly!

The Wind Family side hall instantly became as gloomy and terrifying as the eighteen levels of Hell!

Thump! Thump! Thump!...

Hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. A Cultivator in his forties, wearing a plain gray robe, ran in stumbling with his body slightly bowed.

"Young Lord! The Old Ancestor has called for you to... Grand Elder!? Young Lord, you killed..."

The forty-year-old Cultivator in the plain gray robe stared with bulging eyes at the blood-covered Child, who was swinging the demon sword like a devil, ruthlessly hacking at the corpse that had already been reduced to minced meat.

The gray-robed Cultivator's body began to tremble violently. His mouth kept opening and closing as if his throat were being squeezed by a pair of barbed ghost hands, unable to say a single word!

"Brat, your life is mine now! I'm going to the Old Ancestor's place to receive my punishment. Wait for me to come ba— Hmm? Why are you pulling me?"

"For you!"

The blood-covered Child gripped Wind Meditation Child's sleeve tightly, his knuckles turning white. His other small, blood-stained hand clutched a candy and held it out!

"Eh? What's this? Hmm? Candy?! Why are you giving me candy?"

"Don't worry, I've been toughened by beatings since I was a kid. I won't cry out in pain..."

"Thank you for helping me get revenge!"

"We have a deal, your life is mine. This candy, I won't—"

The Child's blood-stained hand peeled back the worn, faded candy wrapper and stuffed a candy into Wind Meditation Child's mouth!

Wind Meditation Child's eyes bulged, his throat feeling as if a finger-thick fishbone were stuck in it, unable to say a word. The sweet fragrance of the candy, mixed with his saliva, spread through his mouth!

So sweet! So fragrant! So refreshing!

"Brat, don't worry. It's just a dead Elder, right?"

"The Old Ancestor won't beat me to death. Besides, my bones are tough!"

Wind Meditation Child's mouth curled into an upward arc, revealing a set of forest-white teeth as he smiled at the blood-covered Child.

"Also, thank you for the candy!"