Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

In the courtyard, Yun Haiying was confused again and asked, "Snakes are not like humans. They can inherit the method of cultivation. How can they become monsters?"

"The way of heaven is ruthless, but it also doesn't want to collapse. In order to find a new balance, it must naturally breed creatures that are powerful enough to destroy the village. From the moment I passed down the skills, this has been a road of no return. There is no turning back."

Yun Haiying frowned even deeper and continued to ask: "Then changing the age of going up the mountain this time is digging your own grave, after all, the snake demon has already..."

Before she could finish her words, the door of the study suddenly opened.

Under the dim light, Yao Gu's right hand was broken at the elbow, and her pale face was filled with an extremely cold gaze. She said:

"The golden light tonight is because of the arrival of the Wusheng Snake. Although I severely injured him, I was also seriously injured. If we want to survive this disaster, someone must sacrifice to buy enough time. Between a 40-year-old Qi training level 6 and a 70-year-old Qi training level 6, who do you think is stronger and who has more fighting power?"

Yun Haiying looked at the witch saint in the room and was shocked to the extreme.

The Witch Saint is omnipotent, this is the consensus of the whole village. If the Witch Saint is injured, then this will definitely be a disaster for the village.

Yun Haiying thought about it, no longer had any hesitation, knelt down on both knees and said: "Haying understands, since the Wizard Saint chose me, Haiying will not let the Wizard Saint down even if I have to sacrifice my life."

Inside the house, Yao Gu's face relaxed and she said, "It doesn't matter whether I am disappointed or not, you just need to be responsible for the village. If there is nothing else, go down first!"

The moment he finished speaking, the study door creaked shut.

Yun Haiying bowed again, stood up, clasped his hands and stepped back. When he was about to leave the courtyard, he turned around and left.

Inside the room, Yao Gu watched all this coldly. Her originally expressionless face suddenly twisted, and snake scales on her neck grew wildly, and were about to crawl onto her face.

"After a while, you'll be fine after a little blood food." Medicine Aunt said as she took out a pill and swallowed it.

In just a moment, her painful expression eased and the snake scales on her neck quickly faded away.

At the same time, behind the screen, Yun Haiying thought for a while before stepping out.

With a serious face, she looked at the group of elders and told them one by one about the imbalance of heaven and earth, the birth of the Wusheng Snake, and the injury of the Witch Saint. At the end, she asked:

"Everyone, the world cannot last forever. Should we linger on for a few more years, or give the village a glimmer of hope? Make your choice!"

In the ancestral hall, all the old people fell silent. They worked hard all year round and lived a hard life, but when they really had to die, they still couldn't let go and wanted to live a few more years.

At this time, the sound of wind outside the ancestral hall suddenly became stronger, and not long after, a flash of lightning appeared.

Lightning shone into the ancestral hall, reflecting on the faces of the elderly, making the atmosphere even more solemn.

"Boom!" Thunder sounded immediately afterwards.

Just after the thunder, an old man with snow-white hair and wearing a green and red robe suddenly laughed and said:

"My husband has been in the mountains for twenty years. He has earned a lot by living this long. You should go up the mountains tomorrow, old woman!"

The hearty smile was like a stone falling into the water, breaking the dead silence.

An old woman in a yellow-green double-breasted skirt followed up and said, "I am only at the fourth level of Qi training, I am afraid I cannot defeat the big snake. My granddaughter is only three years old, I will take this old life as a blessing for her."

After they finished talking, they smiled at each other and walked away.

Tears welled up in Yun Haiying's eyes, and she quickly bowed and said, "On behalf of the whole village, I would like to thank you two elders. I will personally see you off tomorrow."

When someone set an example, the remaining old people were instantly discouraged. Some of them made some heroic speeches and strode away, while others sighed and left dejectedly.

Soon, all the old people in the ancestral hall left, leaving only the crackling sound of rain.

Yun Haiying stood in front of the ten armchairs, as if something was blocking his chest. After a while, he said, "Everyone, please disperse!"

The next morning, the rain was lighter.

Just after breakfast, funeral music sounded in the village, countless paper money floated in the air, and the sound of crying for parents was endless.

Every once in a while, a pig cart would rush out of the village gate and run along the road towards the misty fields.

The heavy rain lasted for six days, and the funeral music in the village lasted for six days. Sometimes people were still wailing in the middle of the night.

On the morning of the seventh day, in the school.

Yang Yongqing looked serious, picked up a brush, and wrote two large characters on the hanging rice paper: "Life is what I want, and righteousness is what I want. I can't have both, so I'd rather sacrifice life for righteousness."

After he finished writing, he looked at the students and said, "Today, we are going to learn about the story of sacrificing one's life for justice."

Dozens of elderly people went up the mountain for the most solemn sacrifice in a hundred years. Everyone was full of expectations and hoped that the days to come would be better.

But months of heavy rain shattered everyone's hopes. All the seedlings were destroyed by the flood.

The village was spared because it was built on high ground, but the food problem became more serious.

Even in the school, the system was changed to two meals a day, each meal consisting of only porridge and a steamed corn bread.

The children were still growing, so this amount of food was not enough to fill them up, but they did not stop practicing.

Among the thirty or so students, twenty broke through to the first level of Qi training, ten broke through to the second level of Qi training, and Gu Yanjun even entered the third level of Qi training.

Everyone made rapid progress except Li Wujiu, who has not made any progress since breaking through the second level of Qi training.

This incident puzzled Yang Yongqing. He checked Li Wujiu's body many times but found nothing abnormal.

Yang Yongqing had been holding it in for more than a month, and finally entered the small courtyard behind the ancestral hall and asked:

"Your Majesty, there is one thing I don't understand. This kid Li has the best talent, but why is he surpassed by others in realm and is at a disadvantage?"

In the courtyard, the door of the room was tightly closed. After a while, a voice was heard: "I don't know either... You should observe more often to see if there is anything unusual. If there is, be sure to report to me."

Yang Yongqing frowned, feeling extremely depressed. Instead of finding an answer to his question, he was given additional tasks.

However, he did not dare to say anything, and bowed his hands and said, "Don't worry, Wu Sheng, I will definitely take good care of this little guy."

From that day on, many man-made accidents occurred in Li Wujiu's life.

Either they were suddenly given additional training, or they were taught some incomprehensible mantra.

Sometimes Yang Yongqing would find excuses to deduct his food rations, and sometimes he would stuff him with several steamed buns to make sure he had enough to eat.

Another time, he woke up early in the morning and found an old bearded face in front of him, with eyes wide open, staring at him.

The days passed one by one, and in the blink of an eye, summer was over.

This morning, the sky was no longer covered with dark clouds, but was filled with warm sunshine.

"Dong... Dong..." The bell rang, and the women in charge of the village went out one after another and headed straight for the ancestral hall.

Yang Yongqing was teaching a class, and he threw down his book and said, "You guys study on your own first, I'll be back soon. Gu Yanjun, you have the highest level of cultivation, so you'll be in charge of discipline."

"Master, just go ahead and rest assured. We promise to be good."

Gu Yanjun watched Yang Yongqing leave. As soon as his figure disappeared, she pointed at the two of them and said, "You two, go to the gate and keep watch. If the Master comes back, be sure to alert everyone."