Chapter 565 - Slaughter God

“Bai Changfeng, who is that?” some of the rogue cultivators asked in confusion.

“The name sounds familiar,” someone thought for a moment and said, “Slaughter God Bai Changfeng. Could it be him?”

“Slaughter God Bai Changfeng,” the City Lord of Myriad Demons City, who was the sky eagle transformed into a man in green robes, frowned slightly.

“That voice just now said this is the place where the Slaughter God Bai Changfeng left his legacy?”

Some rogue cultivators exclaimed in excitement, “If someone gets this legacy, wouldn’t they become the new Slaughter God?”

While some were thrilled, others stayed cautious.

“If it’s really the legacy of the Slaughter God, it probably won’t be easy inside. With his personality, those who enter might not survive. If no one is worthy, he might kill everyone.”

“Who cares? Our lives as rogue cultivators are already fragile. Having this chance is good enough, we have to go for it.”

Many rogue cultivators began talking. Since the legacy had just been discovered, not many people had arrived yet.

“In seven days, it’ll be a fierce battle.”

Because the legacy would open in seven days, the cultivators began finding places to wait quietly.

Even the green-robed man sat down cross-legged nearby.

The spring weather was pleasant, sunlight pouring down onto the plains, and a warm breeze blowing gently.

The palace was so massive that the entire Skyluan Region was shaken by its emergence.

The seven days passed quickly.

During this time, people from various factions and more rogue cultivators gathered here.

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As for Bai Changfeng, the reason he was called the Slaughter God was because he was extremely bloodthirsty.

It’s said that the year he was born, a star fell from the heavens. After some divination, it was confirmed to be the Star of Seven Slaughters.

On the day he was born, his family died under strange circumstances.

Everyone thought he had an unlucky fate, and they decided to abandon him in the wild to fend for himself.

Just when everyone believed he would surely die, this newborn somehow survived.

Some say they once saw blood elk feeding him and bloodthirsty lions guarding him in the wild. That’s how he grew up.

Bai Changfeng’s real rise to fame began with his battle against the Sea-Covering Immortal Sect.

That sect was an imperial lineage and well-known in the Skyluan Region.

Their battle ended with Bai Changfeng sealing off the entire territory of the Sea-Covering Sacred Ground and killing every single person in it.

No survivors. Blood covered the land, and even the sky reeked of it.

From that day on, the name Slaughter God became feared across the world. Most people avoided him, because all his enemies were already corpses.

Of course, Bai Changfeng’s life had more than just killing. He was a man who seemed to ignore life but still lived by his own rules.

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During the seven days before the legacy opened, all sorts of people gathered.

One day, a purple carriage flew in from the horizon, pulled by a crane.

The crane floated proudly in the air, tall and slender, with a glowing red crest on its head.

“That’s the Righteous Heavenly Crane. Looks like someone from the Vast Immortal Sacred Ground is here,” someone said quietly.

The crane let out a sharp cry, and the curtain of the purple carriage lifted. A young man in a purple robe stepped out.

He wore a warm smile, and his long hair was neatly tied back.

He had the aura of a refined young noble.

“That’s Hao Chen, the current Holy Son of the Vast Immortal Sacred Ground.”

“These imperial lineages are too much. They already have the best resources, and now they’re here to compete with us too,” someone grumbled.

Just then, a dragon-like roar echoed nearby.

Three beasts, looking like a cross between dragons and flood serpents, flew through the clouds toward them.

They were pulling what looked like a giant bed.

To be exact, it was more like a large, soft cushion. It was several meters long and surrounded by sheer curtains, through which one could vaguely see what was inside.

On the cushion lay a lazy figure, surrounded by several maids serving them.

“It’s that she-devil from the Grand River God Sect again,” a rogue cultivator muttered, annoyed.

In the Skyluan Region, almost everyone knew that the Grand River God Sect’s Holy Daughter, Luo Shengqing, loved disguising herself as a man.

Though a woman, she often appeared as a charming playboy, always surrounded by beautiful girls, living freely.

…

“This legacy will go to one person only. The rest of you are just here to make up the numbers. The Slaughter God’s legacy is extremely dangerous. Why don’t you all give up and let me have it?” Luo Shengqing’s clear voice floated down from the sky.

“Miss Luo, you shouldn’t get involved. Precisely because it’s so dangerous, let us fight for it. It’d be a shame if your pretty face got scratched,” a rogue cultivator joked.

These rogue cultivators wandered the world and weren’t too afraid of people from the imperial lineages.

As people chatted, someone suddenly shouted in surprise.

“Look! Is there someone on top of the blood palace?”

Everyone turned to look. On the palace sat a tiger and a young man.

The young man had one leg crossed over the other and was lying there lazily.

“Hey, friend, what are you doing up there?” someone called out.

“Sunbathing,” the young man on the blood palace replied with a smile.

“Friend, this palace is full of danger. You’d better come down,” someone warned.

The young man simply said “Oh” and then rode the Darksky Tiger down slowly.

As Xu Zimo landed, someone greeted him.

“I’m Wang Huikun from the Northern Continent. May I ask where you’re from, friend?”

“Eastern Continent,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

“Are you also here for the Slaughter God’s legacy?” someone asked.

“Something like that,” Xu Zimo nodded with a grin.

“Traveling all the way from the Eastern Continent to the Middle Continent, must’ve been quite a journey,” Wang Huikun smiled.

Rogue cultivators loved making friends. Whether they were genuine or not didn’t matter, having friends meant more places you could go in the future.

As they chatted, a proud-looking young man approached from the distance.