After being reborn, the villain comes with a spoiler tag.

What the boy didn't know was that when Long Yucheng stealthily approached him like a ghost, and he remained completely unaware, the Golden Core cultivator who had been watching had already realized that his pampered junior nephew was no match for him.

However, just as he was about to intervene, he was stopped by the indifferent man who had been watching all along with lightning speed.

After just one exchange, he knew that he was no match for this man!

The difference in strength between myself and my opponent is like heaven and earth!

At this moment, how could he not understand that this person was most likely like himself, a protector of those who wield the sword, always holding back, only to hone the skills of the younger generation.

What's even more terrifying is that the reason he couldn't discern the depth of the other party's cultivation level wasn't because the other party was deliberately concealing it, but because the other party was at least a Nascent Soul stage expert!

In that split second, the older cultivator, having understood everything, abandoned the boy without hesitation and fled in panic along the path he had come from, without even looking back.

When the boy cried for help, the surroundings were naturally silent, and no one offered a helping hand.

In an instant, several sharp sword energies pierced through his body, blood gushed out like a fountain, and even an arm was mercilessly severed.

If it weren't for the small white jade shield and the protective spirit sword that saved his heart and dantian at the critical moment, he would probably have died on the spot.

The boy, who had been pampered by his mother and elders since childhood, had never experienced such excruciating pain of losing an arm. He screamed incessantly, and the lightning pool that had formed around him due to his spiritual power dissipated instantly as he lost control.

The boy screamed shrilly, instinctively casting his pleading gaze toward the direction of the older cultivator, only to catch a glimpse of a fading light disappearing into the distance.

After a moment of stunned silence, he realized he had been ruthlessly abandoned, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

"Chen Daoling! You abandoned me and fled alone! My mother will never let you get away with this!!!"

However, his threat was clearly unnecessary, because once Huo Yu had made his move, he would never let this person return alive.

Just as the boy's eyes were filled with hatred and he was cursing at the top of his lungs, the departing figure of the man surnamed Chen paused.

Then, just as a faint glimmer of hope ignited in the boy's eyes, a raging fire rose from beneath the man's feet, instantly engulfing him.

With a few desperate cries, the man fell from the sky and finally fell silent, never to be heard from again.

At the same time, two beams of light flew out from the man who had become a torch.

One of the passages contained a storage bag. Huo Yu glanced at it only once before turning and flying towards Long Yucheng.

In the other golden light, the man's golden core, which he had abandoned to flee from his physical body, was directly taken into Huo Yu's hand and crushed.

Upon witnessing the scene of the Chen surname cultivator's body being reduced to ashes, the boy suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had completely forgotten that his current situation was not much better than that of the man who had already lost his life.

Seeing that this person first wailed and cried, then threatened and swore, and now laughed uncontrollably, his voice, still sharp and piercing before puberty, making Long Yucheng's ears ache, he was about to reunite the filial uncle and nephew who had moved heaven and earth, when he heard the boy shout in a shrill voice again:

"My mother is the daughter of the Qingming Sect Master! If you dare to kill me, my mother and maternal grandfather will never let you get away with it!"

Long Yucheng helplessly covered one ear with his free hand, somewhat speechless:

"How old are you? Even after an accident, all you can do is call for your mother. Haven't you been weaned yet?"

"you!"

The boy's voice rose, but upon catching sight of the longsword in Long Yucheng's right hand, he forcefully suppressed his anger and fear, and said with feigned composure:

"You killed Chen Daoling, and I can overlook the matter of you stealing the treasure and injuring me. As long as you send me back to the Qingming Sect, I will let bygones be bygones!"

In the past two months, Long Yucheng has also witnessed many cannon fodder who were killed instead of being able to rob them.

The Kingdom of Rainbow Clouds is located in the territory of the demonic path. People in the demonic sect are known for their unrestrained and reckless behavior. But this is the first time I've ever encountered a spoiled brat who has been raised to be stupid and lacks common sense.

Long Yucheng couldn't help but turn his head to look at Huo Yu, and asked with a strange expression:

"Senior brother, is the Azure Nether Sect very famous?"

Seeing his question, the young man assumed the other was intimidated, and a hint of arrogance flashed in his eyes. The next second, he heard the senior brother who had killed Chen Daoling with a single blow answer:

"Never heard of it."

"Oh."

Long Yucheng nodded, then with a backhand stroke of his sword, he ended the life of the young man in brocade robes.

The boy's eyes flashed with surprise, fear, resentment, and regret, before finally settling on a blank stare.

After two months of training in the Caiyun Kingdom, a place teeming with demonic cultivators where it was either kill or be killed, Long Yucheng's state of mind had undergone a complete transformation.

From initially having trembling hands when killing someone and being lenient when possible, to now being able to calmly eliminate threats and prevent future troubles, this transformation only requires a profound lesson from betrayal.

However, when faced with that childlike face that had lost all its vitality, Long Yucheng couldn't help but feel a belated pang of reluctance—perhaps because the other person had finally revealed an expression befitting their age.

He gently closed the boy's eyes.

He then took the storage bag, the small white jade shield, and the purple double-edged sword from his waist, returned to Huo Yu's side, and found a flat spot to begin counting the spoils of war.

The storage bag of the cultivator surnamed Chen contained only a few spirit stones and cultivation techniques, while the contents of the brocade-clad youth's storage bag truly surprised Long Yucheng.

He asked incredulously:

"Senior brother, is the Azure Nether Sect really just an unknown little sect? How does this kid have so many good things on him?"

Huo Yu glanced at the scene indifferently and saw a ground littered with flying shuttles, flying swords, jade pendants, and other magical artifacts. The radiant light emanating from these artifacts illuminated the surroundings, but their only advantage was their sheer quantity.

"They are all Xuan-level magic treasures."

"..."

Long Yucheng was somewhat helpless. He already knew that magical treasures and spiritual objects could be roughly divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. However, he knew that his most frequently used Silver Spirit Sword was only the lowest level of Yellow, barely reaching the next level.

His senior brother's words implied that he no longer even cared about Xuan-level magic treasures.

Long Yucheng then thought of Huo Yuke, who could casually pull out 100,000 spirit stones. Thinking about it this way, a Xuan-level magic weapon was indeed nothing in his senior brother's eyes.

However, Long Yucheng was still overjoyed to take all the Xuan-level magic treasures that Huo Yu had looked down upon.

He can use most of the magical items inside, such as the flying shuttle that can increase escape speed, the pair of lightning-attribute flying swords, and the small white shield with decent defense. Even those he can't use, he can sell to the system for points.

The system shop accepts almost anything containing spiritual energy, as if it were a junk collector.

His two-month treasure hunt, along with the spoils from the storage bags of the demonic sect members who fell to his sword, brought him considerable wealth.

However, the people of the Demonic Sect seemed to live in poverty. They didn't have many spirit stones or pills, but they had plenty of magical treasures and cultivation techniques, many of which they had probably stolen.

Having explored less than half of the white dots in the "Record of Spiritual Objects of Izumo Kingdom," Long Yucheng had already acquired a large number of magical treasures, most of which he sold to the system in exchange for nearly six thousand points.

Earn money with blood!

Upon seeing something, Long Yucheng couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation, then handed it to Huo Yu:

"Senior brother, look what this is!"