Chapter 3 Immortal Mortal

In the darkness, Zhan Nianchuan stumbled and ran, with only one belief in his heart: to return to Xiaoshui Village and find his father.

Getting closer to home, Zhan Nianchuan's steps slowed down.

This is not right!

There was darkness between heaven and earth, and it was so quiet that it was scary.

Zhan Nianchuan felt that he was also being swallowed by darkness, and boundless fear struck him, making his body and mind tremble.

Where are the lights at the entrance of the village?

Where is the night watchman at the entrance of the village?

Where is dad?

The night wind blew by, carrying a strong smell of blood, as if there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood ahead. Zhan Nianchuan looked up to the sky and roared:

"father!"

The sound came from far away. Zhan Nianchuan swung his broken arms and rushed into the village like a sharp arrow. He suddenly tripped over the rocks and trees on the ground and fell to the ground.

The stubble of the broken wood stabbed his face, and the blood flowed. He didn't realize it, struggled to stand up, and began to roar.

"father!"

"Third uncle!"

"Aunt Tiger!"

"Second girl!"

Zhan Nianchuan's eyes were filled with blood clouds, and the clouds collapsed, and a bloody rain poured down.

He knelt on the ground and howled loudly, roaring in despair like a wild animal in desperate situation.

"Dad, where are you?"

"Dad, Chuan'er is back."

"Dad, I will never call you old man again, and I will never laugh at you for not being as good as me. Come out."

"Why don't you say anything?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The morning light is slightly dewy and the chill is biting.

Zhan Nianchuan knelt on the ground like a stone sculpture, lifeless. There was no expression on his face, but it seemed to contain all the expressions in the world.

In front of him was Zhan Shou, whose body was covered in blood and flesh, and his face was unrecognizable.

"Dad, I'm here to accompany you. Wait for me."

Zhan Nianchuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell forward heavily, and rested his head on Zhan Shou's chest, just like he did fifteen years ago.

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High in the sky, the two monks were talking while flying away, very angry.

"These damned sea monsters actually attack innocent mortals, and they are still at the foot of our Xuantian Mountains. They are really arrogant and treat our Xuantian Sect as nothing!" A short, fat monk with a pale face was very angry.

"It's strange to say that the sea monsters have been going crazy recently and are attacking us humans. They keep claiming that they are revenge for our massacre of ordinary sea beasts." The middle-aged monk next to him frowned.

These words made the pudgy monk stunned, "Slaughter ordinary sea beasts? When have we humans done this? Hiss, is this massacre of this small village also revenge?"

"It's not impossible, eh... there is still a living person, it's the kid from last night." The middle-aged monk scanned the ruins of the village below with his spiritual consciousness, and was greatly surprised, and then lowered his escape light.

The entire village has been completely reduced to ruins, with huge claw marks everywhere, corpses strewn on the ground, and blood turning the land in the village completely black.

A young man wearing coarse linen clothes and covered in blood fell on top of a bloody corpse, his arms twisted into a weird angle. It was Zhan Nianchuan.

The middle-aged monk stretched out his right hand to grab Zhan Nianchuan's arm, and penetrated his body with his spiritual consciousness. His face soon showed a look of horror, and he looked at Zhan Nianchuan again and again.

"Junior brother Ye, is there something wrong?" The short and fat monk saw the middle-aged monk's expression as if he had seen a ghost and was very puzzled.

"You will know after you come and take a look." The monk surnamed Ye put down Zhan Nianchuan's hand.

The short, fat monk stepped forward and grabbed Zhan Nianchuan's hand, his eyes widening suddenly.

"This...this...how could he still be alive?"

"That's right," Brother Ye Xing frowned, "Both his arms were broken, his sternum was completely broken, and several broken bones penetrated his organs. Most of the blood in his body was lost. Yet he is still alive and viable after such serious injuries! "

"Moreover, his injury was caused by the seahorse that hit him last night. Although the seahorse just hit him casually in a hurry, this kid didn't die, and he made it all the way here."

The pudgy monk was stunned and felt unbelievable, "You mean he was so seriously injured and traveled dozens of miles to get here?"

"That's right," Brother Ye Xing glanced at Zhan Nianchuan with admiration in his eyes, looking at Zhan Shou who was lying under him, "He should have someone he cares about here."

"And I can feel that his physical body is terrifyingly powerful, and his soul is also extremely strong. He is obviously a mortal, without any fluctuations in mana, but he has a strong body that is as strong as a physical practitioner."

The pudgy monk nodded sympathetically and added: "And he has spiritual roots."

"Have spiritual roots? Why didn't I sense it?" The monk surnamed Ye raised his eyebrows.

"It's the five spiritual roots. It's too complicated, so you didn't notice it. It's a pity." The short and fat monk looked at Zhan Nianchuan with a look of regret.

He really admired this boy. He had an amazing body, a strong soul, a tenacious will, and a strong emphasis on love and justice. Unfortunately, his qualifications were too poor.

The Five Spiritual Roots are the worst spiritual roots. Those with the Five Spiritual Roots can absorb the vitality of the five elements of heaven and earth. They can also practice all the techniques. However, the efficiency of absorption is the lowest. Therefore, it takes a person with the Five Spiritual Roots to break through and advance. It has the most resources and takes the longest time.

For a long time, it has been a consensus in the world of immortality that those with five spiritual roots are equal to mortals.

Although Xuantian Sect is not well-known in the world of immortality, it will never accept a person with five spiritual roots as a disciple.

"Wouldn't it be better to let him work as a handyman? Anyway, his body is so strong, no one can beat him." The monk surnamed Ye didn't think it was a problem.

"Head boy?" the short, fat monk thought thoughtfully.

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Zhan Nianchuan woke up slowly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself still lying on the ruins of the village, but his injuries had healed for the most part, his bones had been reconnected, and his arms could move. Just as he was extremely surprised, a voice exploded in his mind.

"In half a month, Xuantian Sect will open and recruit disciples and chores. If you are interested, you can go there."

Zhan Nianchuan was stunned, and the thoughts in his mind were like boiling water, with bubbles popping up one after another.

"Xuantian Sect, the person who saved me is from Xuantian Sect?"

"Recruiting disciples and chores? My benefactor thinks I can enter Xuantian Sect?"

"I was so seriously injured, but my benefactor was able to heal me so quickly. The immortal is really amazing."

Looking around blankly, with corpses everywhere, Zhan Nianchuan quickly found Zhan Shou, hugged his father who was unrecognizable and bloody, and couldn't help crying again.

This was the second time Zhan Nianchuan cried in his life.

Fifteen years ago, he was still a baby, drifting in the Wangchuan River, trapped in a desperate situation, but he did not cry.

Nine years ago, he saw a tiger for the first time and saw villagers being ruthlessly disemboweled by tigers, but he did not cry.

Over the years, every time he made a mistake, he was severely beaten by Zhan Shou, but he did not cry.

He was covered with scales, laughed at by his friends, questioned and even cursed by villagers, but he did not cry.

But now he has cried twice.

His world has fallen.

With tears in his eyes, he found a shovel, dug a big pit under his house, and buried Zhan Shou's body in it.

After adding the last shovel of soil to Zhan Shou's grave, Zhan Nianchuan knelt in front of the grave, his eyes bloodshot, and no more tears shed.

"Dad, Chuan'er will definitely enter the Xuantian Sect and will definitely destroy the entire clan of the four great monsters to avenge you. You have always told me to be careful not to expose my scales. Chuan'er understands and will be careful in everything."

After that, he kowtowed three times to Zhan Shou's grave.

Afterwards, he suppressed his grief and buried all the villagers whose identities could be identified under the ruins of their respective homes.

Erniu's parents' bodies were found, but Erniu's body could not be found. Zhan Nianchuan found a doll of Erniu from the ruins and buried it with Erniu's parents.

As for the bodies that could not be identified, he dug a big pit near his grandfather's grave and buried all the bodies together.

The next evening, the setting sun was like blood, and the entire Xiaoshui Village became a simple graveyard for hundreds of people.

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