Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Looking at these words, Zhao Hao finally calmed down.

He carefully flipped through the book, every moment, he had to confirm with himself and realize it with his heart.

He has a serious face, and he has never been so serious in all the books he has read in his life.

at last.

He burned the book.

Return to Jinwu Mansion.

"Brother Hao, is your cultivation stable?" Ye Jin was scolding the maid, but when he saw Zhao Hao, he smiled happily, and now he really likes it.

Taking in Zhao Hao, who was seriously injured and dying, was really the most correct decision in his life.

Zhao Hao was noncommittal and said:

"I can't remember something clearly, and I want to ask if you know."

"Brother Hao, why are you being so polite? Just say it."

Zhao Hao said: "Qingzu, do you know what it is?"

Qing nationality?

Ye Jin thought deeply, and felt that the name was a bit familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. According to the literal meaning, it should be a race, but as far as he knew, it did not exist on this continent.

"Brother Hao, are you sure you remember correctly?"

Zhao Hao shook his head, "That's what it says in the Promise Sect manual."

Ye Jin was stunned, and said with a smile: "I said why I have a little impression, brother Hao, what do you look at those things for? They are all made by evil repairers, and even those who sell straw sandals can't make them."

Zhao Hao's face was serious, and he asked again: "Then I remember that there is such a thing as the 'World Tree', which is said to bear a kind of fruit, and eating it can transform the bloodline, have you heard of this?"

"World tree fruit? Of course there is this."

Ye Jin said "Wait a minute", then went to the Treasure Pavilion to get the treasure, and after a while, he brought back a box with a huge source crystal inside, and the chaotic energy was sealed inside.

Zhao Hao held it for a while and wanted to try it.

Ye Jin smiled and said: "This thing was left by the ancestors, and it is of some use to those casual cultivators. To Brother Hao, I'm afraid it's meaningless. Let me come, so that Brother Hao can be his right-hand man in the future."

Zhao Hao didn't say a word, he thought about it seriously, and once again felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

He felt like he was missing something important.

Then, he searched for a lot of things as a verification, and finally found that he had a vague impression of more than half of the things mentioned in the brochure.

"I'm going out for a while."

Zhao Hao didn't want to do those things so early, but he vaguely felt that when the dragon energy in his body was completely merged, something might happen, so he planned to leave immediately.

"Where is Brother Hao going?"

Ye Jin came over and asked concerned: "Brother Hao is no less than those old monsters now. The evil cultivators have been a little rampant recently. Do you want to show them something?"

"Not yet." Zhao Hao said.

Ye Jin didn't ask any more questions, and instead said, "Then what's your plan? It's not safe outside, let's keep a low profile, and I'll ask my subordinates to help you if there is something to do."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Zhao Hao stared at Ye Jin.

For some reason, Ye Jin's heart trembled, and he laughed loudly, "Brother Hao said, where did you go, my Golden Crow clan is Brother Hao's home, no matter where you go, you are always welcome!"

Immortal light flashed, and Zhao Hao disappeared in place like lightning.

Ye Jin gradually frowned.

"Damn it, it's only been a while, and I'm pretending to be like me."

"It's really inflated, and it's easy to forget your roots."

After saying that, he suddenly turned pale and subconsciously covered his mouth.

This Zhao Hao's advancement was so fast that even he forgot that this one was already Nascent Soul monster.

...

Ye Jin never thought that Zhao Hao returned to his hometown.

Before he entered Qingyun Sect, he lived in the secular world.

It's a pity that since the Qingyun Sect's chaos, his home in the secular world has encountered disasters and has long been turned into ruins.

The small county government has almost turned into a ghost town, with collapsed walls covered with moss and fallen leaves hanging on cobwebs.

Zhao Hao stood in the ruins, he felt that he should be sentimental, but at this moment he was completely emotionless.

Pulling away the rusty iron chain and opening the door, he pulled out a small book from under a brick in the corner.

There are many rough handwriting on it.

These are the various wishes, goals, and ideals he wrote down before stepping into the monastic world.

He flipped through the handwriting at an extremely slow speed.

It took a short time to reflect on the ups and downs after entering the world of practice.

"I clearly remember everything, but I can't really understand the state of mind at that time. I really want to forget something." Zhao Hao said to himself.

He walked alone among the ruins, thinking hard, and finally woke up suddenly when he saw an old tree that he used to climb when he was a child.

"I entered the practice world to protect my family."

"I want my family to move to the main city. I want to heal my master's old wounds. I want to make my name known everywhere. I want to kill the rape and eliminate the evil. I want to wipe out all the scattered cultivators and bandits in these ten miles and eight villages."

"But what the hell am I doing?"

"I watched my father and fellow villagers die, but I didn't feel sad at all, and became so indifferent."

"I only care about cultivation. Since when did my only desire be cultivation?"

"Since when did I think that cultivation is for ascension? People live for ascension? Who told me this idea? Who put this obsession into my mind?"

Zhao Hao said to himself, tears welled up, but he touched the corners of his eyes, and there was not a single tear.

He couldn't get out.

"My life is rough, who made it?"

"Is it an evil cultivator? It seems not."

"It's me fucking myself!"

In an instant, Zhao Hao thought of many things, and his foggy memory was opened up. He remembered the reason why he fell into a deep sleep recently, the strange demon he encountered shortly after waking up, and the golden dragon. It was not the first time Appeared to lie to him.

"Get the fuck out of here!"

Zhao Hao hugged his head and roared in a low voice.

What dragon spirit, what golden dragon, you deceived me!

He sat cross-legged, using the vast power of his soul to search himself, trying to find any clues of the golden dragon. He knew that it was not dead, and it was lurking on him.

However, he couldn't find it.

He couldn't resist the rhythm of life, the invisible rules.

Those eyes in the body are still indifferent, and what's worse, they are even fused.

And worst of all, Zhao Hao felt that his anger was gradually fading, he became quiet, introverted, and indifferent, and a new understanding appeared.

It is called "accepting oneself" and "obeying the destiny".

Then, his previous thoughts gradually faded away, as if they had never happened.

"Is this the power of Heaven's will?"

Zhao Hao simply stopped worrying, he imitated the method in the booklet, bit his finger, and began to write on the paper with blood.

After finishing writing, he carefully put the booklet in his arms.

At this moment, he couldn't remember clearly, he only remembered that something very important happened just now, which filled his heart with evil spirit.

Suddenly, a white shadow passed by.

Zhao Hao turned his head and saw a squinting white fox squatting on a low wall not far away.

The white fox was spotless, appearing in this filthy ruins, there was a weird sense of incongruity, and from the first moment Zhao Hao saw the white fox, he felt extremely strong emotions in his heart.

Vigilance, killing intent, resentment.

Following the fading memory, Zhao Hao was extremely alert to this emotion, he held back, just like usual.

"Are you going to cooperate?"

The white fox opened his mouth and confide in human words.

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