Offering my divine power to break my karma

The sky and the earth were vast, and heavy snow fell. The white snowflakes dyed the green tiles on the roofs and the green leaves of the trees white.

The snowflakes continued to fall, slowly covering the broken tiles, rubble, broken wood, and... the miserable corpses lying all over the mansion.

Perhaps, the white snowflakes also wanted to dye this yard full of blood into white, in order to cover up the crime that had just occurred in this mansion not long ago.

Unfortunately, no matter how heavy the snow fell, under the eaves, in the rooms, and in places where the snowflakes could not reach, there were still corpses all over the ground, and blood flowed like a river. The strong smell of blood could not dissipate for a long time, and the whole house was filled with the breath of death.

Outside the gate, a man in white clothes, with a handsome face, cold eyes and aloof temperament, stepped on the snow on the ground, walked around the broken limbs and blood that were not completely buried by the snow, and walked step by step into the bloody house.

The transparent barrier around the man blocked the snowflakes flying towards him, and also blocked the pungent smell of blood in the air.

Facing the miserable corpses on the ground, the man in white simply frowned slightly, then walked calmly through the front yard of the house where no one was left, and walked steadily towards the backyard.

The scene in the backyard was similar to that in the front yard. There were corpses and blood everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

The man in white did not stop, and walked straight in a certain direction according to the cause and effect he had calculated.

A quarter of an hour later, the man in white stopped in a corner of the rockery in the backyard garden, in front of the bodies of a couple who were dressed gorgeously but covered with scars.

Although the couple had many scars on their bodies, their clothes were made of top-quality materials, so they must have been the second owner of the house. Although the couple died, their fingers were still intertwined, which shows that they must have had a very good relationship when they were alive.

The man in white glanced at the bodies of the couple on the ground, then looked back to the empty space behind the bodies. A trace of pity seemed to flash in his eyes.

After a few breaths, the man paused as if he had confirmed something. Then, he gently raised his hand, lifted up the bodies of the couple on the ground, and gently put them aside.

After moving the bodies of the couple away, a small hidden formation stained with blood appeared in front of the man in white.

The man in white waved his hand lightly, and the formation was broken, revealing the scene that was hidden by the formation.

In the corner of the rockery, a 10-year-old girl was wearing a red robe of high grade. On her left wrist, which was hugging her knees, was a blood-red jade bracelet. Looking up, a silver mask tightly covered the upper half of the girl's face.

The inky black hair, blood-red robes and bracelets made the girl's jade-white skin look even paler and more fragile, as if it would merge with the snow on the ground at any time, and then dissipate into the world with the slowly rising morning light.

Feeling that the formation was broken, the girl sitting on the snow slowly raised her head.

Behind the mask, a pair of beautiful but lifeless phoenix eyes with silver-gray pupils stared blankly at the man in white.

The man in white swept his calm gaze across the mask on the girl's face and met the girl's empty eyes.

After a moment, as if he understood something, for the first time, a look of obvious pity flashed across the calm eyes of the man in white.

The Hidden Mask made of the finest Hidden Stone is a third-level magical tool. When it is worn without infusing spiritual energy, outsiders cannot easily see the true face of the person wearing the mask.

Once spiritual energy is injected into the mask, whether it is worn by a cultivator or a mortal, it can reduce the sense of presence in the crowd. Even a Nascent Soul expert will find it difficult to notice the existence of the person wearing the mask.

Wearing a mask infused with spiritual energy, and a hidden formation covered in the bloody smell on the ground, it is no wonder that this girl was able to escape the hands of the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator.

only……

Watching the demon cultivators break into their homes and kill their brothers and sisters, parents and elders who they had lived with day and night...

No one knows what kind of mental torture this girl who survived by chance went through.

No one knows what she is thinking at this moment with her lifeless eyes.

The man in white looked into the girl's empty and lifeless eyes again. Although his voice was cold, his tone was neither hurried nor slow. He asked with a soothing tone:

"I am Qingyu, the leader of the Jade Snow Peak of the Qingyun Sect. I passed by here today and it was my destiny to meet you. I am willing to accept you as my disciple. Are you willing to worship me as your master and follow me back to the Qingyun Sect to practice?"

A cold male voice sounded in her ears. The girl's thick eyelashes trembled and her hollow almond-shaped eyes blinked slowly.

Seeing the face of the person in front of her clearly, the girl's lips trembled, and two tears slid down from her long and thick eyelashes, sank under the mask, gathered at the girl's chin, and then sank into her lapel.

Various complex expressions flashed across the girl's lifeless eyes, but soon, the complexity turned into emptiness again.

When he met the girl's empty tearful eyes, for some reason, Qingyu felt a dull pain in his heart.

Suppressing the strangeness in his heart, Qingyu thought that after two drops of tears rolled down, the girl would cry loudly to vent her emotions.

But, to Qingyu's surprise, after a few breaths, the girl's lifeless eyes blinked and slowly became bright.

The person who was sitting on the snow with his knees tightly hugged moved his stiff body, then slowly knelt and crawled to the bodies of the couple that Qingyu had placed aside.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Three loud bangs on the ground.

What a filial child, Qingyu thought.

After bowing, the girl stood up, turned around and walked to Qingyu, knelt down neatly, and said in a hoarse but firm voice:

"Murong Ling, hello to the Master!"

After saying that, the girl pretended to kowtow to Qingyu.

Seeing this, Qingyu frowned, and gently raised his hand in the air. An invisible force lifted Murong Ling up, and Qingyu said in the same cold voice:

"Get up, and follow me back to the sect now, okay?"

"it is good……"

“Thank you, Master…”

Following the invisible force, Murong Ling stood in front of Qingyu and thanked him sincerely.

After a few moments of silence, Murong Ling said with some pleading in her voice:

"Master, before returning to the sect, I want to collect the bodies of the 300 people in my Murong family. Master, can you give me some more time?"

As she spoke, Murong Ling bowed deeply towards Qingyu.

"it is good."

After receiving the girl's greeting, Qingyu responded with a gentle "OK".

Although there was only one word "good", there seemed to be a hint of regret and... other emotions in the voice.

Murong Ling paused, then bowed deeply to Qingyu again.

"Thank you Master..."

……

Two hours later, in the remote and beautiful Murong family cemetery.

New graves were erected next to the Murong family's ancestral graves. The old graves covered by snow formed a sharp contrast with the new graves that had been dug not long ago and had fresh soil exposed.

Even with Qingyu's help, Murong Ling, whose hands were still covered with a lot of dirt, bowed three times to the ancestors of the Murong family, then stood up decisively, came to Qingyu, and said in a resolute tone:

"Master, let's go back to the sect."

Qingyu looked at the new disciple in front of her. Although her bone age was only 10 years old, her eyes were calm and her actions were composed. She did not have the liveliness and agility that a 10-year-old girl should have, and sighed softly.

I hope that this child who is forced to grow up will not have any mental demons in the future.

"Let's go."

As he spoke, Qingyu summoned his own natal sword Liushuang, and flew towards the direction of Qingyun Sect with Murong Ling.

Murong Ling, who was standing behind Qingyu, turned around and looked at the Murong family's old house with deep eyes, which was getting farther and farther away from her, until only a small black dot was left.

Now that she has become Murong Ling, she will definitely avenge this blood feud.

Turning around, his body finally reached its limit. He grabbed the sleeve of Qingyu in front of him. His eyes turned black and his body slowly fell down.

Sensing the movement behind him, Qingyu reached out and caught the girl's falling body.

"Ugh……"

A real sigh came out of Qingyu's mouth.

His entire family was exterminated by the evil cultivators for no reason, and his once vibrant relatives died tragically one by one. Although he was only 10 years old, he already carried a deep blood feud.

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