Rebirth of the Urban Madman

There are high and low beings, and the high ones hold power and strength.

The low ones are slaves and servants, living in shame.

Over a long period of time, a world is formed, which is also a cage.

Qin Xuan accompanied Yao in her growth, and he probably knew who this woman was.

Emperor Yao!

When she was one year old, the girl almost died of a high fever and was abandoned in the wild. Fortunately, she survived and cried out in pain, and was rescued.

When she was three years old, the girl could already toddle, but she was sent directly into a huge basin without even being able to speak.

In the basin, there was black soil everywhere, and some of the edges of the black soil revealed charred bones.

These bones were too thin, and it seemed that they were not very old when they died.

A total of ten girls aged three to five were sent here.

Five of them held short weapons in their hands, making this place a Shura field.

However, the youngest, weakest and thin Yao survived to the end.

This was not the first time for the nine people to enter here. In the end, nine children aged three to five fell down in the fight.

The children were too weak, and some injuries could easily kill them.

"This girl has good luck."

On the high platform, the Taoist priest Changsheng shook his head, "Come on, teach her how to kill, and send her to the Shura Field next year!"

On the side, two maids with half-dressed and humble looks slowly lowered their heads.

They looked at Yao crawling in the pool of blood, with no pity in their eyes, only numbness.

Qin Xuan stood beside Yao, and he looked at the Taoist priest Changsheng. This was Yao's first calamity, and this calamity could not be overcome without luck.

The so-called Shura Field next year, I am afraid, will rely on real strength.

He watched Yao being taken away, and someone handed her a wooden sword, which she kept sharpening.

If she was not careful, she would be whipped and injured. She was only four years old, and her wailing and begging were useless.

She was like a wounded puppy. Even if she died, it would not be worthy of people's sympathy.

The person who taught her did not regard her as a human being. She was not very old, only twelve or thirteen years old.

The evil of human beings was fully displayed here.

A year later, Yao's body was covered with scars. She stood in the Shura field with a full hundred people.

There were also children aged three to five standing here.

The pain and torture she had suffered before, at this moment, became Yao's killing weapon.

She did not take action, but others came to her.

Until, when Yao stood in a pool of blood, she stepped on the blood, and the flesh and blood on several parts of her body were turned over, and there were even several holes.

In this battle, she was still the final winner. Luck, strength, past pain and hardships made her still alive.

Some people, even just to stay alive, have already tried their best!

Qin Xuan looked at the Taoist priest with a smile, and he personally went down to take Yao away.

He sent Yao to a treasure pool, and Yao's injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is not difficult to heal such flesh and blood injuries of mortals.

Afterwards, the Taoist priest sent people to teach Yao etiquette, language, writing, history, and various postures of the path of cultivation.

More importantly, loyalty.

Qin Xuan looked at Yao like this, from a dying child, to a puppet, with a numb face and even no life in her eyes.

Occasionally, when she was teasing some insects and ants, she would have a trace of innocence.

And Yao also had a new name for the Taoist priest.

Master!

Not only a teacher, but also a father, raising his life and teaching him the way.

But all this process, Qin Xuan saw, was full of great ridicule.

Qin Xuan watched Yao constantly practicing the skills of killing. Every year, she would enter the Shura Field once, and every year, she would return with blood on her body.

Until, when Yao was nine years old, Qin Xuan followed Yao to the retreat of the Taoist priest of longevity.

Even when he saw Yao was about to die, Qin Xuan's eyes did not show any ripples, but this time, murderous intent emerged in his eyes.

He looked at the Taoist priest of longevity, whom Yao called his master.

He personally abused Yao just to seize that bit of Yuan Yin, and even directly twisted Yao's limbs under Yao's resistance.

Qin Xuan had walked through the long river of time, and he had seen a lot of dirty things, but at this moment, he still had the intention to kill.

He had the intention to kill a creature that existed only in the illusion in the past.

When the Taoist priest walked out, Yao was brought out like a dead person and fed like a wild dog.

All living beings are numb. Obviously, this is not the first time, nor will it be the last time.

Perhaps, Yao will become one of these numb beings.

Yao was cured again. This time, she was like a walking corpse, without any life.

But thisOnce, the Taoist Changsheng also selected a set of exercises for her, an exercise that was used as a furnace.

Cultivating the purest Yin Qi, but without any Taoist magic, just let Yao simply serve as a furnace.

The furnace is harvested once a year, but the Taoist Changsheng is reveling every night. In the Changsheng Temple, there are 300 women like Yao, of different ages and heights.

Qin Xuan watched Yao practice. In this Changsheng Temple, under the absolute power and rules, Yao had no qualifications or opportunities to resist.

Until, when Yao was sixteen years old, the Taoist Changsheng assigned Yao a task.

A four-year-old girl was handed over to Yao, and the girl was named Ji.

Just like Yao did at the beginning, he taught the girl the power of self-protection, and then entered the Shura Field.

When Yao saw Ji for the first time, she was stunned, looking at the innocence in the girl's eyes.

Afterwards, Yao did something unusual. She did not teach the girl any skills about killing.

In the past year, she has been extremely gentle and caring for the girl.

One year later, when they were about to reach the Shura Field, Yao came with a broken knife in her hand while the girl was sleeping soundly.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at the girl and killed her with one knife in her sleep.

The girl opened her eyes before she died, which was more like a knife, almost piercing Yao.

It seemed that this knife took away not the girl's life, but Yao's own.

"In this way, it's better to die!"

In the night, Yao showed a rare smile in these years.

Qin Xuan was beside him. Although the two were separated by endless years, this was just an illusion.

But Qin Xuan accompanied Yao for eighteen years, and he witnessed all the misery.

What surprised Yao was that the Taoist of Immortality did not punish her, and even did not care about the death of the girl.

This result made Yao feel even more desperate, because she understood.

In the eyes of the Taoist priest Changsheng, even death was not enough for him to care.

Because for him, it was not worth mentioning at all.

If a life as cheap as dust was blown away by the wind, what was there to worry about! ?

Yao was silent, but she could not resist this damn fate.

Year after year, Yao killed one girl after another.

The skeletons were piled up by her under the small courtyard where she lived.

Until this year, Changsheng Temple was discovered, and in an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth split.

Some people were like immortals, destroying everything and saving all living beings.

Yao raised her eyes, she looked at these majestic and majestic creatures, but she was at a loss.

"What's your name!?"

A man with a handsome face looked at the beautiful Yao.

"Yao!"

This was the first time Yao had communicated with a living being outside of Changsheng Temple.

"Yao, so that's what it is, a good name!"

For some reason, a glimmer of light appeared in Yao's eyes.