275: How to get east?

The Old Emperor struggled to sit up, spitting blood.

“My dear disciple, demonstrate the spear technique you’ve learned for your Master again. That is the authentic God-Slaying Spear Technique.”

“Oh!”

Han Huohuo searched his memory but couldn't recall any God-Slaying Spear Technique.

After some thought, he remembered he knew the Sunflower Manual, so he began to wield the spear according to its operational mode.

The long spear was like a needle, threading through the air everywhere, yet it was exceptionally swift.

The Old Emperor watched, dumbfounded: “What kind of demonic spear technique is this? Is this needlework? Where is your God-Slaying Spear Technique?”

Han Huohuo stopped wielding the spear and spread his hands: “I don’t know it either. Oh, Master, am I called Lonely Star?”

The Old Emperor was stunned. What was wrong with his disciple? Not only had he forgotten the God-Slaying Spear Technique, but he had also forgotten his own name?

“Yes, you are Lonely Star!”

With a thud, the Old Emperor fell to the ground, dead, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

“Uh? Master wasn't angered to death by me, was he?” Han Huohuo felt a little flustered.

“Clearance Mission One: Use the Lonely Star Spear to avenge your Master by killing the Twelve Main Gods of the God Temple.”

The mission was very simple and clear: kill the main Gods, and twelve of them.

But what did ‘Mission One’ mean? This was actually the first step in a series of missions? The first step required slaying Gods?

Holding the long spear, which shared the exact same name as himself, Han Huohuo suddenly felt his destiny become extraordinarily heavy.

Since he was already here, he might as well kill!

Besides this long spear, Han Huohuo checked and found he had no other equipment on him. There was a package on the ground, containing steamed buns and water.

At least it was somewhat thoughtful.

Taking a look at the long spear, which was identical to the Spear of Destiny, Han Huohuo felt a chill run down his spine.

“Lonely Star: A God-slaying long spear forged by a divine craftsman using his disciple’s name. His wish was to kill all Gods because the King of Gods eloped with his wife, filling him with immense hatred. The long spear possesses miraculous power, capable of killing Gods. When equipped, all attributes increase by one hundred points.”

What kind of melodramatic plot was this?

A God seduced the divine craftsman’s wife? Well, that should be my Master’s wife then! I must retrieve her for my Master!

Han Huohuo felt a little guilty. He didn't even know his Master’s name, and it seemed he had angered him to death, which was quite rebellious.

Carrying the long spear and the package on his back, Han Huohuo walked out of the abandoned furnace.

There were mountains, water, and plains.

Before him, lush and green, lay a vast world.

Han Huohuo had only walked a few steps when he saw a group of Bandits stealthily approaching from a distance.

Seeing fellow Bandits, Han Huohuo felt a sense of familiarity.

He was about to go over and exchange greetings.

The other side shouted loudly: “By the command of the God, we shall take your dog’s life!”

A crowd of Bandits swarmed around him.

Han Huohuo’s words were choked back before he could utter them, and his temper immediately flared. He wielded his long spear and fought against this group of Bandits.

The spear moved like a swimming dragon, its speed almost imperceptible. Han Huohuo used the long spear as if it were an embroidery needle, creating a sky full of spear shadows.

Where had these Bandits ever seen such terrifying spear techniques? In no time, Han Huohuo had wiped them all out.

All chickens! So disgraceful for Bandits!

He went over and searched the bodies, finding a total of seven copper coins. More than a dozen people, yet only half a steamed bun.

Their clothes were also tattered.

Han Huohuo was speechless. These Bandits were so poor, not bothering to properly rob, and instead listening to the God's command to hunt him down. These guys must be seriously ill!

Although there wasn't much, he took everything. Half a steamed bun was at least enough for one meal.

Descending the mountain, he saw a small village in the distance.

His heart swelled with joy, thinking of going there to ask for directions, rest, and inquire about how to find the God.

As soon as he reached the village entrance, he saw all the villagers holding weapons in their hands. Dozens of small dogs in front of them looked at Han Huohuo as if he were a terrifying enemy.

“By the command of the God, kill this Demon!”

Woof woof!

The dogs charged forward, and the villagers, wielding terrifying weapons—hoes, pickaxes, kitchen knives, and even a child gnashing his teeth and holding a rattle to join the fight—came at him.

Was it really necessary?

Han Huohuo was a little bewildered. A group of Old Emperor and Old Emperor, big wives, and children mixed with some young people. Han Huohuo truly couldn't bring himself to strike. He turned to run but was surrounded by the small dogs.

He could only swing his long spear, stabbing these evil dogs one by one.

The villagers had already surrounded him, like madmen, smashing him with various weapons. At first, Han Huohuo held back, until an unknown big wife threw a bucket of dog feces on his head, completely enraging the young man.

No longer holding back, Han Huohuo finally swung his long spear. Of the entire village, some were killed by Han Huohuo, and others were maimed.

The crippled people crawled on the ground, wailing, but they couldn't move and clearly wouldn't live for more than a few hours.

Blood was everywhere.

Han Huohuo was furious. What the hell was this all about?

He walked into the village and smelled a fragrant aroma. In one house, he saw freshly stir-fried dishes in a pot.

He moved the large pot to the courtyard.

Smelling the blood and hearing the screams from the village entrance, he ate heartily. This family's cooking was good, and the taste was decent.

He looked like a true Demon.

An itinerant peddler arrived in the village. Han Huohuo looked up and glanced at him. The peddler was so frightened that he soiled himself, shouting loudly, “A Demon!”

He turned and ran, abandoning all his goods.

Han Huohuo suddenly felt that this world was too absurd. Was his Master truly a Demon before?

After thinking for a long time, Han Huohuo mused that even if he truly was a Demon, he couldn't just let them kill him.

Between being beaten to death and becoming a Demon, Han Huohuo chose to be a Demon.

After eating and drinking his fill, he left the village, not daring to go to crowded places anymore. He wondered where he could catch someone to ask for the location of the God Temple.

As he was thinking, an opportunity arose.

In the distance, a farmer was plowing his field. Han Huohuo walked over with his spear. The farmer heard the movement, turned around, saw Han Huohuo, and a look of fear appeared on his face, but he immediately raised his hoe and swung it at him.

Han Huohuo was shocked. How did this farmer recognize him?

Did he have words written on his face?

A farmer posed no threat. Han Huohuo didn't even use his spear. In a few moves, he disarmed the farmer and pressed him firmly to the ground.

The farmer struggled for a long time but couldn't move at all. This Demon's strength was truly immense.

“Tell me, where is the God?”

“You Demon, I won’t tell you!”

“How about this: I think you’ve been terribly wronged by the God. What if I kill the God for you? You'll be liberated. How does that sound?”

“Pah!”

Han Huohuo almost went crazy with anger. Did people here not understand reason?

He endured!

Taking a deep breath, the weather was beautiful: “It’s like this, I feel deeply sinful and plan to surrender myself to the God. Can you tell me where the God is?”

The farmer was stunned, then looked suspicious: “Really?”

Han Huohuo promised solemnly: “Really!”

Only then did the farmer say: “Look to the east. There’s the highest mountain peak there, called Golden Light Peak. The highest peak is the God Temple, and the Gods all live in the God Temple.”

Han Huohuo was about to let go when he remembered something else and asked, “Which way is east?”