Come Witness the wrath of your father

[That night.]

[At the home of Landlord Zhang in the county town, a blood-red glow soared into the sky.]

[An unknown demonic martial artist, wearing a mask with the Mahjong tile "Fa" pattern, wielding two kitchen knives, hacked his way from the front gate of the Zhang estate all the way to the back gate.]

[And then he hacked his way back from the back gate to the front gate.]

[Back and forth, he slaughtered his way in and out seven times.]

[Without even blinking an eye.]

[The blood spilled in the Zhang estate was so much that it overflowed onto the street in front of the gates, dyeing a large area red.]

[The next morning, people waking up to go to the market were startled by the pools of blood and hurriedly reported it to the authorities.]

[When the constables entered the estate to investigate, they were also badly frightened by the corpses littering the ground.]

[Having served for many years, they had never seen such a massive murder case in a place like Baiyun County.]

[On the screen wall of the Zhang estate, the constables saw a line of words written in blood left by the killer:]

[The killer pleads for the lives of the people! Oppose land annexation, down with all reactionary bureaucrat and landlord classes!]

[Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and for a time, it spread as a bizarre tale.]

[With the help of the county magistrate, Chen Yun and her daughter bought a new courtyard residence at a very cheap price, and even hired servants and guards.]

[With the magistrate looking after them, Third Sister's future days shouldn't have any more hardships.]

[In addition, you left a martial arts cultivation method for your niece Shen Jia, and guided her cultivation for a period of time.]

[She possessed high-tier bone structure; if Shen Qingshan hadn't been taken away, she probably would have stepped into the martial path long ago. Hopefully, it wasn't too late to start cultivating now.]

[After that, you traveled all the way east, embarking on a new journey.]

[The thirtieth year, forty-eight years old.]

[As the number of demon souls increased, the speed at which the Myriad Soul Banner fed back cultivation base recovered quite a bit.]

[Your cultivation broke through, reaching the Second Refinement of the Soul Tempering Realm.]

[The thirty-first year, forty-nine years old.]

[Your cultivation broke through again, reaching the Third Refinement of the Soul Tempering Realm.]

[This year, you crossed the dividing line between the Central Plains and the Eastern Wasteland: the Firmament Ridge.]

[This was a mountain range within the Five Regions that spanned the longest distance from north to south, and also had the highest average elevation.]

[Crossing this mountain range took a lot of effort on your part.]

[Fortunately, you had the martial arts realm of the Soul Tempering Realm as support.]

[If it were ordinary people, you believed that no matter what kind of mountaineering skills they possessed, it would be impossible to cross this sky-curtain-like geographical barrier.]

[You officially set foot on the lands of the Eastern Wasteland.]

[Here, there were no Central Plains dynasties, no small nations of the Southern Borders, and certainly no nomadic tribes of the Northern Reaches.]

[It was sparsely populated, and everywhere you looked, there were towering giant trees and deep, old-growth forests.]

[However, the Eastern Wasteland was not completely devoid of people.]

[There were some martial arts sects and martial arts aristocratic families that would settle in the Eastern Wasteland, or have strongholds there.]

[Because martial artist factions needed "Spirit Veins."]

[In this world, "Spirit Veins" referred to places where the essence of heaven and earth converged. Cultivating in such places yielded twice the result with half the effort.]

[The Eastern Wasteland had many demon races, and it was close to the Great Wasteland. Not only did demon disasters occur frequently, but there were also high-realm demons roaming about.]

[Therefore, ordinary small factions wouldn't come here.]

[Those who dared to settle in the Eastern Wasteland were all major factions, occupying the largest batches of Spirit Veins in the Eastern Wasteland.]

[For example, the Limitless Sword Sect, one of the Eight Pillars of the Five Regions.]

[This sect could be called the one with the strongest combat power among the Eight Pillar sects. It focused on slaughter, was ever-victorious, and its battle records were verifiable!]

[The Limitless Sword Sect had established itself in the Eastern Wasteland, surrounded by demon races, and had stood tall for tens of thousands of years. From this alone, one could tell how ferocious the strength of its disciples was.]

[The thirty-second year, fifty years old.]

[You replaced "The Only True Prophet in the Game" with "Old Ginger is Spicier".]

"The Eastern Wasteland is full of demons everywhere. There's no need to verify identities anymore. Just kill, kill, kill, and that's it. At fifty years old, it's about time to use an elderly-related trait."

Chen Yi micromanaged from outside the simulation.

[You tracked down demonic aura in the Eastern Wasteland, hunted demon races, and collected demon souls.]

[Demonic aura was everywhere here, giving you a vast number of targets to choose from.]

[Then you could be picky.]

[The best targets, of course, were those you could defeat, yet whose realms were not low.]

[The stronger they were before death, the stronger they would be after turning into demon souls.]

[Relying on the massive number of demon souls refined by the Myriad Soul Banner that you could command in battle, you always bullied the few with the many. Coupled with the "True Father of Alien Races" trait, the demon races simply had no way to deal with you.]

[It truly allowed you to kill to your heart's content in the Eastern Wasteland.]

[The demon souls collected in these past one or two years were more than those from the past five or six years combined.]

[The only pity was that there was nowhere to sell the collected demon race materials.]

[It was hard enough to even see a living human here, so who could you sell them to? You couldn't possibly sell them to the demon races, right?]

[This year, your cultivation broke through again, reaching the Fourth Refinement of the Soul Tempering Realm.]

["The Myriad Soul Banner is pretty good. As long as there are enough demon souls, the cultivation improvement is very smooth, without any bottlenecks at all."]

[The Myriad Soul Banner was extremely smug.]

["Of course! I told you, I'm an Immortal Artifact! You think I'm joking with you?"]

[At this time, tracking a wisp of Soul Tempering Realm demonic aura, you arrived at a valley.]

[Cliffs towered on both sides of this valley. The internal space was narrow and overgrown with weeds, with only a valley entrance less than three meters wide for access.]

[The moment you entered the valley, "Spider-Sense" went off.]

["Something's not right..."]

[The Myriad Soul Banner didn't think much of it.]

["What's wrong? Soul Tempering Realm demons aren't commonly seen normally. Catch one when you see one, don't hesitate!"]

["Look at this terrain, it's so suitable for an ambush. It's dangerous, retreat!"]

[Just as you were preparing to retreat from the valley, you found that the valley entrance had already been blocked by five ox demons.]

[With those five hulking figures standing there, they formed a solid wall.]

["Screech—"]

[A loud and clear eagle cry resounded through the sky.]

[Looking up, several eagle-type demons had landed on the cliffs above, glaring down at you with ferocious gazes.]

[This wasn't over yet.]

[Beneath the overgrown weeds in the valley, rat demons roughly the size of humans stood up one by one.]

[From the darkness deep within the valley, a golden rat demon, sitting in a creaking bamboo sedan chair, was carried out by four gray rat demons.]

["Red-haired human, let's see where you can run today!"]

[You realized you had fallen into a trap.]

["To think that you demon races also understand strategy."]

[The Golden-Furred Rat King slammed his paw on the sedan chair and said angrily.]

["Nonsense! You've been slaughtering us like wild rabbits! How many of our brothers have you killed over the past two years?! You even imprisoned the souls of our clansmen in that broken banner to use for yourself! You won't even let them rest in peace after death!!"]

[You scratched your cheek awkwardly.]

[From the perspective of the demon races, you were indeed a devil.]

[This Golden-Furred Rat King should be the king of the demon races in this area, able to command various different demon races.]

[This battle was destined to be uneasy.]

[Your biggest advantage was being able to fight the few with the many, but this time, the opponent's numbers were not low either.]

[There were even flying demons, possessing the air superiority that you lacked!]

[Even if it's a hard fight, you have to fight. When enemies meet on a narrow path, the brave shall win!!]

["Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts!!"]

[The Myriad Soul Banner, possessing the body of a high-tier spiritual artifact, now had many more killing moves, and the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts was one of them.]

Hundreds of demon souls surged out from the banner simultaneously. Temporarily gaining physical forms, they charged forward relentlessly like a stampede of ten thousand galloping horses!

"Rumble!!"

Under this devastating strike, a massive horde of gray rat demons was crushed into a bloody pulp. Blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs smashed right into the face of the Golden-Furred Rat King.

Leaping up to dodge the attack, the Golden-Furred Rat King clung to the cliff face, put his fingers to his mouth, and let out a sharp whistle.

"Swarm him!!"

Avian demons dove down from the sky, while a massive horde of terrestrial demons swarmed in from all over the valley. Even from underground, more demons burrowed their way up to join the fray.

You were completely surrounded, a full three hundred and sixty degrees!

Completely fearless and brimming with fighting spirit, you maxed out the buffs from your "Biological Father" trait!

"Bring it on!! I'll show you the wrath of a father!!"