101: Chapter 101 The Terrifying Power of Blood Spirit Roots

In the backyard, dozens of the old, weak, women, and children of the Ning Family huddled together, trembling.

The children's crying, the women's sobbing, and the increasingly close sounds of shouting and killing in the distance blended together.

Several white-haired old hags of the Ning Family knelt in the courtyard, kowtowing incessantly toward the direction from which the shouts and killing came, refusing to stop even when their foreheads bled.

A young woman tightly hugged the child in her arms. The child was about four or five years old, fair and clean-looking, and was blankly tugging at the mother's lapel and asking,

"Mother, why do they want to kill us?"

The woman firmly pressed over his mouth, not letting him make a sound, while her own tears uncontrollably streamed down.

When Wang Qingxin stepped into the backyard, this was the exact scene she saw.

The short blade in her hand was still dripping blood, and behind her were towering flames. That pair of hollow eyes reflected the dancing flames, without a shred of pity.

"I beg you! I beg you to spare my child! He is only four years old! He doesn't understand anything!"

A woman rushed in front of her holding a child, fell to her knees, and kowtowed desperately. Her forehead pounded loudly against the bluestone slab, and blood streamed down her temples.

One of her hands hugged the child, while the other hand propped up the ground. She cried so hard that her entire body trembled, her voice so shrill and miserable as if it were going to tear her throat.

"If you want to kill someone, kill me! I beg you to spare him! He is only four years old!"

Wang Qingxin lowered her head to look at her, neither speaking nor moving.

Seeing her stop, a flicker of imperceptible hope flashed in the woman's eyes, and she hurriedly pushed the child forward.

"Bao'er, quickly kowtow to the elder sister! Beg the elder sister to spare your life!"

The child timidly knelt down, lowering his head to reveal a section of fair and tender neck. His small hands propped up the ground, and his entire body trembled like a sieve.

Taking advantage of the moment Wang Qingxin's gaze fell on the child, the woman abruptly slid a venom-coated short dagger from her sleeve and stabbed it toward Wang Qingxin's lower abdomen.

Just now, she used this exact trick: first making a male Cultivator of the Wang Family lower his guard, then using the child's kowtowing to attract attention, and when the other party softened their heart and bent down to help the child, she stabbed straight through the other party's throat with a single slash.

Men all tend to soften their hearts, let alone a young girl?

Almost at the exact same instant the woman drew her blade, the child kneeling on the ground kowtowing also abruptly raised his head. The timidity on his small face vanished completely, replaced by a ferocious expression entirely unsuited for his age.

At some unknown moment, a sharp piece of broken iron appeared in his hand, which he fiercely thrust toward Wang Qingxin's knees.

The corners of Wang Qingxin's mouth curved up slightly.

It was not a smile, but that spine-chilling arc that had surfaced on her face the very first time she killed someone.

She sidestepped to dodge the woman's dagger and kicked the woman right in the chest, sending her tumbling completely to the ground.

The woman let out a miserable scream, falling backward as the dagger flew out of her hand. She struggled to crawl up to retrieve it, but Wang Qingxin stepped heavily on her wrist. The crisp sound of bone cracking was exceptionally clear in the courtyard.

Then she bent down and, right before the woman's eyes, drove the short dagger into the boy's chest.

"No—!!!"

The woman emitted a shriek unlike that of a human, watching with wide eyes as that short dagger slowly rotated within her own son's chest cavity, watching the expression of intertwined terror and pain on that clean little face gradually freeze bit by bit, watching fresh blood gush from the wound to dye the child's lapel red, and watching the light slowly extinguish in that pair of eyes identical to her own.

Her screams shifted from shrill to hoarse, then from hoarse to muddled sobs, and finally transformed into a series of intermittent curses.

"All of you deserve to die... I want you to be buried with him... I want you to be buried with him!!!"

She abruptly bounced up from the ground, opened her arms, and lunged toward Wang Qingxin. Her fingernails dug deeply into Wang Qingxin's arms, and she opened her mouth to bite straight toward her throat; she had gone mad, completely mad.

Today, no one from the Ning Family could survive, so she would drag a few down with her to cushion her fall.

Wang Qingxin pulled out the short dagger and slashed backhandedly.

An extremely thin line of blood split open on the woman's neck, then abruptly burst apart as fresh blood gushed forth.

Her body stiffened mid-air, her hands still maintaining the posture of pinching Wang Qingxin's arms, but the malice and madness in her eyes had already flowed away completely along with the spurting fresh blood.

She fell backward, landing beside her son's corpse, her eyes remaining wide open until death.

Another stream of warm blood Qi surged into Wang Qingxin's body. The blood-colored spiritual power vortex in her Dantian suddenly shook, and its rotation speed abruptly accelerated, as if breaking through some extremely thin and brittle Bottleneck. An unprecedented sense of fullness spread along her Meridians to all her limbs and bones.

Qi Refining Level 2 had been broken through just like that? This feeling was truly intoxicating.

She lowered her head to glance at the corpses of that mother and son, then looked at the few bloody scratches left by fingernails on her own arm, and turned around expressionlessly to walk toward the crowd.

Seeing this scene, the old, weak, women, and children completely collapsed; this was a fiend, this was a fiend.

Where in the world would a normal person treat human lives with such indifference.

The surrounding shouts and killing gradually thinned out, and the Ning Family Manor amidst the flames gradually returned to dead silence.

Among the broken walls and ruins, the corpses of the Ning Family members lay strewn across each other horizontally and vertically. Fresh blood converged into dark red streams, slowly flowing along the gaps of the bluestone slabs toward low-lying areas.

The air was permeated with a heavy scent of burning and a bloody stench, mixed together so strongly that it made people almost unable to open their eyes.

Ning Liandie knelt in the pool of blood. The Baihua Sect Disciple uniform was already soaked through with blood, making it impossible to tell whether it was her own or her family members'.

Lying beside her was her last living relative, her aged grandmother, who had just been pierced through the heart by a sword from a Wang Family Disciple, and even before death, she still tightly clutched Ning Liandie's hand.

She knelt there, trembling all over—not out of fear, but out of a despair and hatred even deeper than fear that surged outward from her marrow.

She raised her head, looking at these people wearing night-walking clothes before her. Her voice was as hoarse as if it were being squeezed out from the depths of Hell.

"You... why... why must you push us to extermination! How did our Ning Family offend you! Aren't you afraid of divine retribution!"

No one answered her.

A long sword stabbed in from behind her, piercing straight through her heart.

Her eyes widened as she collapsed into the pool of blood. That once charming and captivating face retained a final trace of malice and unwillingness at the last moment. Her lips slightly parted as if wanting to say something, but she could no longer emit any sound whatsoever.

Seeing this scene, Wang Shouren did not feel it was cruel.

"Pushing to extermination, you say? If today your Ning Family were strong and my Wang Family were weak, I'm afraid the Wang Family's fate would be ten times more miserable than this. Giving you a swift death is already a blessing."

Wang Shouren found Wang Qingxin in the center of the manor.

She stood in the middle of a pile of corpses. The blood on the short dagger had not yet dried, a few bloody streaks splashed across her small face, and the original color of the night-walking clothes on her body could no longer be distinguished.

Her aura had grown another layer stronger than when she arrived, shockingly having already reached Qi Refining Level 3.

With Wang Shouren's strength, he naturally detected the change in Wang Qingxin's cultivation level. This cultivation speed, which could be called riding a rocket, was even more of a Prodigy than a Prodigy itself.

"Blood Spiritual Root is truly the synonym for slaughter. If placed in the Monster Mountain Range, no, even if just on a mortal battlefield, this cultivation speed could definitely crush Heavenly Spiritual Root Cultivators."

But soon he shook his head; haste makes waste. If she blindly sought strength through bloodlust without restraint, it would be a disaster rather than a blessing for both her and the Wang Family.

Walking up in front of Wang Qingxin, he lowered his head to look at her pair of still-hollow eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then began to ask.

"This is the cruelty of the Immortal Cultivation world—even crueler than your previous life. Are you scared?"

Wang Qingxin raised her head, the coldness and indifference on her face vanishing completely the instant she saw Wang Shouren.

She carefully wiped the blood on the short dagger clean against her lapel, then put the knife away, obediently walked to his side, reached out to tug at the corner of his garment, shook her head, and said, "With Brother here, I am not afraid."