Chapter 586

Chapter 586: Six Hundred Years Ago

"Cough, cough, cough…" The young boy coughed heavily until he spat out black blood, finally opening his eyes, feeling both familiar and strange surroundings.

"I almost revealed myself while escaping. What was my name again? Right, Li Hui, Li Yingjun, leader of the Heavenly Talisman Sect, a practitioner from the Wutu Continent."

"Wait, how is this possible? I actually escaped to the Nine-Mystic Continent, and… and it’s six hundred years ago?"

"No, that’s not right. My name is Li Sifan."

"On the Nine-Mystic Continent, there is a barrier between practitioners and mortals. My mother is the second miss of the third branch of Yu Family Fortress, promoted to Wanxiang at nineteen. My father, however, is a scholar without any cultivation."

"Mother, what were you thinking? Your union was destined for unhappiness. For four years, Yu Family chased my father down, eventually killing him when I was four; you jumped off the Sky-High Cliff holding him."

"Why did you leave me behind? Why didn’t you take me with you to die? Let me endure ten years of suffering! Such a fool, mother, what were you thinking naming me Li Sifan? They took me back to Yu Family Fortress and raised me like a dog. Whenever my name was mentioned, those uncles would whip me, blaming me for ruining their sister."

"Such hatred! I am filled with hatred!"

"I want to gain power. Yesterday, I finally got a chance to enter the demon path, but Yu Yingshu interrupted me midway, dragging me to the Wolf Fang Pillar where the barbarian slaves whipped me all afternoon."

"In that moment, I felt like I was dying, yet my hatred was boundless. While I was being punished at the Wolf Fang Pillar, Yu Yingshu thought I had fainted and revealed the secret. It turns out Yu Family kept me to refine me into a Corpse of Evil. They are so cruel! I hate Yu Family, and I despise that ridiculous marriage restriction."

"Who can help me get revenge? I, Li Sifan, am willing to sacrifice everything—my soul, blood, flesh, everything in the next life—to avenge my parents and myself! Revenge…"

Li Sifan unsteadily got up, just as he overheard someone talking outside the firewood house: "Yingshu! Third Brother said you had that kid beaten badly yesterday."

"Father, stop listening to Third Uncle’s nonsense. He whips that bastard child more fiercely than anyone else, why am I to blame? That kid sneakily approached the Demon Grave; does he think we’re blind to his intentions? Even if he turns to a demon, he’s just a foolish dog; it’s more useful to refine him into a Corpse of Evil."

"All right then! Let’s refine him into a Corpse of Evil, just in time to gather the thirty-six ground energy formations. The Heavenly Gate will be recruiting disciples next month."

Hearing her father’s words, the girl became excited: "Father dotes on me the most! The thirty-six ground energy formations! Haha, with this formation, I can expand my combat power by up to eighteen times. The Heavenly Gate will certainly have a spot for me, Yu Yingshu! I was wondering, why was Third Uncle meddling in my affairs? He’s probably just trying to prepare a Blood Bag for Yu Yingshao, afraid I might ruin that lowly girl’s foundations."

"Enough! It’s best to strike first; those who act second lose everything. Quickly take Li Sifan away. The Heavenly Gate is not a low-tier sect. My second sister was promoted to Wanxiang at nineteen, all thanks to Ancestor Duoming’s guidance. Duoming ranks at the bottom among the sixteen elders in the Heavenly Gate. If you catch the attention of another elder, the ancestor will take notice of you as well."

"Father, you are absolutely right," the girl quickly nodded in agreement.

At that moment, the girl’s father scoffed, "Li Sifan, I know you’re awake. Are you filled with hatred? That’s great! The stronger your resentment, the better; soon you will become a Corpse of Evil for my daughter to command in setting up the formation. Thinking of my second sister pains me; she only knows to practice in closed doors, losing her composure in the mundane world, getting entangled with a poor scholar. You are just a bastard child; becoming a Corpse of Evil is already a benevolence."

Suddenly, someone from afar transmitted a message: "Elder Brother, you are not being fair; this bastard child was brought back by me and should be refined into a Blood Bag for my Yu Yingshao. She is younger than Yu Yingshu; how can you make a Corpse of Evil out of him? You are clearly being spiteful."

"Haha, Third Brother, you know very well this is my second sister’s child. Only by refining him into a Corpse of Evil can my Yu Yingshu control him effortlessly in the formation."

These two brothers began to argue over the use of their nephew for corpse refining, and the elder suddenly struck, the sound of wind whooshing as he swirled Li Sifan into the secret chamber. Third Brother was caught off guard and shouted angrily behind him.

"Cough, cough…" Li Sifan coughed fiercely, his body covered in injuries. He should have died last night, but a wave of resentment kept him alive.

This resentment even made Li Hui fall into the mystery of the womb, sharing the tortures experienced by Li Sifan.

Yu Yingshu, Li Sifan’s cousin, was only born a few days after him, yet at fourteen, she was already this cruel, forcing him to endure a large amount of medicinal potions to refine a high-quality Corpse of Evil.

"Hahaha, good child! A bastard child like this deserves to be tormented, allowing the resentment to accumulate more and more."

Li Sifan’s wounds grew more numerous, and resentment began to boil. He no longer sought help from anyone! How could anyone in this world pity a wretch like him? After enduring the thirty-first type of torture, only the purest resentment remained, devoid of any thought.

"Boom…"

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and the resentment unexpectedly triggered a change in the heavens.

"Eh?" Yu Yingshu curiously looked at her father.

"Wonderful! After all, he is my second sister’s bloodline. Even though he’s been sullied by that scholar, there is still something remarkable about him! My second sister is born with a Thunder Dao body; giving this kid some incomplete cultivation methods, he could clumsily cultivate to mid-Condense Essence, allowing him to withstand repeated punishments. It’s quite rare to endure thirty-one tortures, yet it somehow caused subtle changes, triggering some heavenly phenomena. Hurry, bring on the thirty-second punishment."

At this moment, resentment soared!

Li Hui understood that it was this very hatred that drew his legal form over.

At that time, a terrifying being on Wan Nest Island was exterminating demon cultivators, wanting to use them as leverage to pull itself into the present world. Its legal form took the opportunity to escape but could not shake off the power’s hook, getting dragged into the past time and space. If this wave of resentment had not appeared, fitting all the conditions of borrowing a corpse to return to life, perhaps Li Hui would have already perished.

"Li Sifan, you cannot die without taking revenge! Let me help you bear it all! Hand your body over to me, hand it over to me…"

The originally empty mind suddenly rippled with a wave, causing Li Sifan’s soul to pain to the point of blankness, his body hanging in the air, twitching and bleeding continuously.

"Who are you? Who are you?"

"I am one who should not exist in this time. Your overflowing resentment has drawn me here. The Nine-Mystic Continent has many high-level demon cultivators who can easily see through my concealment, so I need to merge with your soul. After merging, you will be my previous self, and I will be your future self, creating a cycle between us. You provide the body, and I provide the legal form; our time and space will intertwine to become one. Today’s Li Sifan is also the Li Hui of the future!"

"Body? This broken body still has someone wanting it? Take it, take it away! Whatever you want to do, just don’t forget to help me get revenge."

Under the torture, Li Hui and Li Sifan began to merge. When this body endured the thirty-third form of punishment, it became a corpse. Yu Yingshu was filled with joy, but this bastard child was staring at her with wide, fearful eyes.