Chapter 62

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Chapter 62: Alien Martial Arts Story (Part One)

Bai Qige gasped in shock. How could this person be so cruel? To test if his superpower was functioning, he would destroy his subordinate’s happy marriage, not letting them enjoy being a joyful father figure. It was truly outrageous! If this continued, Little Li, his wife, and Old Wang might develop a complicated and touching love triangle. Adding Old Wang’s wife would make it even more exciting.

But now, everything has been completely destroyed by Ye Yuantang; it is cruel, truly too cruel!

Well, enough of the nonsense. For now, it seems that Ye Yuantang does have a superpower to determine truth through conversation… how strange!

Bai Qige has seen quite a few Psychics now, and these Psychics generally share one trait: their life energy is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Their life aura also subtly differs from ordinary people. In Bai Qige’s eyes, while they are not as obvious as fireflies in the night that you can spot in a crowd, if you observe them carefully, it’s like seeing a Yanhuang person, a beautiful person, and a person from the sunrise country standing together. Even if they all speak fluent English, you can notice the differences, yet Ye Yuantang shows no such distinctions.

This man is pretending, trying to fool himself. But he might have other ways to detect lies, like a portable mini lie detector? Or some other unknown method! Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so shocked to hear such words.

Bai Qige doesn’t know the details of the Meteorological Bureau, but he doesn’t intend to underestimate their abilities. It’s always better to be cautious, even if it’s only a little. However, none of that really matters; Bai Qige smiles inside and appears calm because whether it’s the talk of alien creatures invading Earth or what he plans to say next, it’s all true—at least partly hiding some real "truth"!

"Master, I’ve heard that in the Buddhist way, one must speak surprisingly to show skill, and I hope you won’t have that kind of style!"

"Hehe, I am not one to speak surprising words. The teachings of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven tell us that a sharp word can lead to awakening, which is always more effective than hitting someone on the head! How about this, I’ll tell an interesting story!"

"Please tell!"

Bai Qige raised his skill of deception to the peak, speaking in a relaxed tone.

"Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, about eight thousand years, don’t worry, it was not on Earth, but on a faraway planet in outer space. I do not know exactly where this planet is. On this planet, there is a place called Tianfang Continent, where a farmer lived with his family. They had a son, and during that time, Tianfang Continent was filled with war. There were two emperors, three saints, and eight ancestors, representing the forces of good, fighting against the evil alliance formed by the Twelve Demon Overlords. The fighting was fierce, and this is where our story begins…"

Bai Qige started talking about outer space, then suddenly switched to a strong martial arts story style, but everyone did not understand what Bai Qige really meant, so they just listened.

From innocence to youth, a simple boy slowly grew up in a poor but peaceful village. If nothing unexpected happened, he would live like his parents, born, raised, and ultimately die in this village, never leaving, not even going beyond the town on the other side of the mountain.

But an unexpected event happened, moving against anyone’s will. The Overlord Palace, the leader of the righteous forces, had a small conflict with the Star Shattering Sect, led by the Twelve Demon Overlords. It was really a very small conflict, just a fight involving thirty people, but the area of their battle covered the poor yet peaceful village.

In the Overlord Palace, there happened to be a person skilled in poison. When he fought his enemies, he recklessly unleashed all his power, affecting the village. Everyone and everything in it perished on the spot, and the poison lingered for twenty years. Only the boy, who had gone to the mountains to gather herbs, survived by chance.

Was it sorrow? Was it pain? Was it despair? Or was it fear? No one knew, but one thing was certain; the boy was forced to leave his home, the place that gave him life and raised him, and he could never return to his original home.

Maybe it was the mercy of the heavens, or maybe fate was playing tricks; on the boy’s way out, he saw the corpse of that poison master. From him, the boy found a little money and a book about raising parasitic insects, making poisons, and mastering poison skills. However, the naive boy had no idea why the master’s friends had left his body in the wilderness instead of burying him.

The reason was simple. When the poison master fought with his enemies, he used all his life’s poison skills and even took out the terrifying new poison he had just created. The aftermath not only killed every living thing in the village but also left its mark on his corpse.

No One Lives Forever! This was the name of the poison created by the poison master using all his life’s energy; it had only been used once, but that turned out to be the last time.

When the boy touched the corpse, he was already poisoned. This poison, called No One Lives Forever, was deadly. However, one fortunate thing was that this fierce poison had changed slightly after the strong poison user fought with an enemy and released their power. It became milder, but also more deadly; once it started to erode, there was no cure.

When the boy realized he was poisoned, it was already a year later. He studied the secret manual left by the strong poison user and knew that his life was running out.

Without blaming the heavens or being sad, the boy quietly began his last journey in life, seeking ways to save himself and to ensure his life had no regrets!

He crossed mountains and seas, witnessed the world’s splendor, seen all kinds of lives, joys and sorrows, and experienced the wonders of nature in strange and dangerous places.

But at the same time, the boy was getting closer to death. The No One Lives Forever poison was terrifying, corroding the body and even wrapping around the soul. Every moment, the poison was consuming the poisoned person’s life force, no matter how hard they practiced or how many precious resources they consumed, the No One Lives Forever poison would completely devour it all.

Death had become a certain fact!

Once he realized this, the boy did not lose hope. Instead, he focused even more on using every moment he had, striving to make his life fulfilling. He studied fiercely, learned, and trained.

He practiced the poison techniques left by the strong poison user until he reached the peak. He even innovated and created a new poison technique using the No One Lives Forever poison. Then he studied how to raise parasitic insects, and using the No One Lives Forever poison, he cultivated a new type of parasitic insect that only existed in the strong poison user’s imagination.

This parasitic insect had the ability to change in countless ways. The boy eagerly studied and continually improved this parasitic insect, researching, learning, and training tirelessly while also traveling.

As the countdown of life draws near, the young boy cherishes life even more. He even loves all the lives he sees, wishing for them to enjoy the feelings their lives bring with a pure heart.

Life is so precious, and being alive is so beautiful! The boy, whose life is slowly being eaten away by poison, sighs like this.

But at this moment, the forces of the righteous and the forces of the dark are in constant battle, filled with chaos, and countless sorrows and injustices unfold endlessly. For many, simply living is a luxury, and the boy feels this deeply, filled with compassion.

"Maybe, I can do something!"

This sudden idea drives the boy, with his weak body, to travel far and wide, persuading various forces to cease their fighting and resolve disputes in a more peaceful way, hoping for peace in the world!

From the Overlord Palace of the righteous to the Celestial Demon Sect of the dark, all places bear the footprints of the boy.

Some laugh at him, calling him a dreamer; others mock him as a foolish fool. But some admire his actions and will, and at that time, whether relying on wisdom or clever strength, the boy stopped some conflicts that should have erupted and helped many people.

Gradually, followers who admired his faith and ideals gathered around him, drawn to his shining presence.

"Maybe it is naive, maybe it is unrealistic, but desiring peace and tranquility to bring a little more hope and a little less despair in life can never be wrong! As long as we keep trying, we might change some people’s fates. It may not work, but that doesn’t matter, because if we do nothing, we will surely change nothing!"