Chapter 2 — Blood Tribulation Ascending Heaven

I originally intended to kill little junior sister first, then step by step settle the matter with this group of junior brothers and sisters. But if the fourth senior brother is so anxious to die, I will of course complete it for him first. The fourth senior brother was not originally a sword cultivator. Just two moves back and forth, the sword in his hand was blown away by me, thrown three feet away, deeply embedded in the stone floor. His body fell to the ground, his chest was stomped on, his breathing was rapid, blood flowed from the corner of his lips. However, his mouth... still said unpleasant words: "Dung Thanh, why have you become so evil?!" “Even though little junior sister falsely destroyed your spiritual roots, you took her life…” “Why do you have to force people to such extremes?!” I smiled coldly. Evil? How can my cruelty compare even one-tenth of the "gentleness" of my beloved little sister in his heart? My fourth senior brother and I entered the sect on the same day. Only because he is two years older than me can he stand in the name of senior brother. At that time, the master went into seclusion for a hundred years to break through to Divine Transformation, and had no time to take care of us. The remaining brothers mostly go down the mountain to practice and rarely return. It's just me and him... living dependent on each other. During those hundreds of years, my fourth senior brother and I almost lived together and died together. His mortal status... could not be exposed to the light, which made him feel inferior from the very bones. Even when he was bullied by the outer sect disciples, he did not dare to resist. I knew what was happening, didn't say a word, just rolled up my sleeves and personally took down each of them one by one. Since that battle, my reputation has spread throughout Huyen Thien Tong - no one dares to touch the fourth senior brother, because everyone knows how much I protect him. Later, when he said he didn't want to be a swordsman, I advised him to become a Self-Spirit Master - raising spirit beasts, keeping company with the furry creatures he loved the most. The first spirit beast he raised was given to me. A little fox with a snow-white body, not a single strand of hair attached, as soft as a bunch of clouds. We named it A Tuyet. That day, the fourth senior brother still smiled at me, his voice as gentle as the spring breeze: "I believe my junior sister Thanh Thanh will take good care of A Tuyet." It's just a pity... I still can't protect it. On the contrary, because of me, it was stripped of its fur, struggled in pain, and died miserably right in Huyen Thien Tong. 5 When I found A Tuyet, she was lying huddled in the little sister's hospital, her little body was crushed by flesh and blood, her whole body was covered in blood, her fur was torn, her muscles were starting to rot black. So small... but it still gritted its teeth and endured it, refusing to close its eyes and give up. It wasn't until it saw me that it let out a weak "um" sound, then... it was no longer breathing. The person who caused this tragedy was still standing in the yard, still holding the bloody fox skin in his hand, his soft voice mixed with hesitation, seemingly innocent: "I... I didn't know that was senior sister's fox..." However, the most ridiculous... The person who gave A Tuyet to me - fourth senior brother - was also right there. Moreover... he peeled that skin himself. When I raised my sword to take my little sister's life, he just calmly uttered one sentence: "Just a beast. Being able to catch my little sister's eye is considered its blessing." But my A Tuyet... Just practice for another month... it can transform into a human. Thinking of this, the anger in my heart surged. I put all my force on his chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, the crunching sound of broken bones echoing in the air. But... how can this pain compare to the immense suffering that A Tuyet has endured. In his extremely panicked eyes, I took out an old sword from the storage area - without a trace of spiritual energy, the blade was even a bit dull. Four senior brothers like

Suddenly realizing my intention, he staggered backwards, both hands on the ground, trying to escape the sword's range. But before I could crawl two steps out... I grabbed his hair with one hand and forcefully pulled it back. My wrist gently lifted, forcing him to face up, revealing that slender and weak neck under the cold light. I placed the blade on it, slowly pressing close, as if I was enjoying every moment of his struggle before death. “Dung Thanh, you… you dare!” He trembled, his voice cracked, he stuttered and hissed: "Master... master knows... he will definitely not let you go!" I tilted my head slightly, my eyes were cold, my voice was as faint as the wind: "Tasteless." I raised my hand, the cold blade slashed straight down, the blood-curdling sound of tearing skin echoed in the air. Fresh blood gushed out, drawing a bright red line on my face. I just casually wiped it, my eyes were cold, I continued to tighten the hilt of the knife, line by line along the skin, slowly extending downwards. Peeling human skin... is indeed a sophisticated art. I peel off a piece... cut off a piece. The four senior brothers' pitiful screams echoed like they were tearing their lungs apart. The pain was so extreme, he couldn't wish to live, couldn't wish to die. His mind gradually lost reason, his mouth muttering wildly, calling the names of each spirit beast he had raised. Unfortunately, not a single one appeared. Because from the moment he personally skinned A Tuyet, his path was soon destroyed. People who have abandoned their love for a spirit beast, for the rest of their life... no spirit beast will be willing to follow them. 6 Until the entire layer of skin was peeled off, the four senior brothers breathed their last. His eyes were still wide open, carrying an expression of unwillingness and despair. I stood there, alone, clutching the blood-stained envelope, meticulously looking at my own masterpiece. A few disciples passed by, not understanding what was going on. When they saw this scene, their faces turned pale and their souls seemed to fly out of their bodies. Immediately shouted loudly: "Sister Dung Thanh... has entered a demon!!!" I didn't care, just frowned slightly in disgust, then threw the human skin towards the cold body. Ugly to the extreme. Not worth a penny. Even a hair on the tip of my A Tuyet's tail... is not as good. The silver bell on the side vibrated slightly, with a long, clear sound. I raised my hand to gently stroke it, as if to comfort it, and the bell fell silent again. As soon as the fourth senior brother fell, the second heavenly thunder descended from the nine layers of heaven. No pain. No itching. In less than a moment, the smoke and dust cleared, and in my sight... a face appeared that made me nauseous.

“You… you… are about to fly?!” Second senior brother — my good fiance. His face was complicated, his eyes seemed to be filled with surprise and fear, he didn't expect me to fly so fast. After all, for thousands of years, the flying monk has disappeared. “How?” I tilted my head, a slight smile, and a cold voice: "Can't I fly?" The second senior brother trembled slightly, quickly shaking his head repeatedly, but just a moment later, his face changed to flattery: "How is that possible, Thanh Thanh!" "The relationship between you and me, don't you understand?" "I love you so much, Qing Qing ascends... of course you have to take me with you!" Hearing that, a feeling of disgust rose up in my heart. I wiped the blood from my face, frowned slightly, and faintly opened my mouth: "Second senior brother... I really have a great gift to give you." He heard that, his eyes lit up with a ray of hope, he immediately took two steps forward, thinking that I wanted to give him a heavenly treasure. Just, the next second… “Swoosh!” A sword slash as cold as ice, I swung it down with my hand. With a rustling sound, a bloody object rolled on the ground. The second senior brother's voice was choked in his throat, his eyes widened, his body trembled as if he had been struck by lightning, until he realized... an important part of him had left his body.
Blood was still flowing to the ground. Useless filth, keeping it is just an eyesore.