Ch. 7 - You Don't Count as Part of the Human Race

Early the next morning.Glancing at the tidy living room and the medicines back in their original places, Yusheng's gaze didn't linger for too long, he maintained his daily rhythm.

Cooking, eating.

Each bite of food was savored slowly and chewed on in a solemn manner, as if it were a sacred act.

The following days didn't require going to school.

As per usual, newly awakened individuals needed to absorb "yaojing" crystals to strengthen their overall physical qualities, including hatching the eggs.

These tasks could be accomplished at home.

Of course, if there were conditions available, one could also attend specialized training classes to help new awakeners absorb the crystals.

However, most of these classes were just a way to extract more money from individuals.

After washing the dishes and utensils, Yusheng put on his coat and walked out the door.

This remote city was mainly inhabited by elderly people, as the younger generation carried their dreams and aspirations, embarking on solitary journeys and eventually passing away in a foreign land.

The city wasn't too big, Yusheng walked about two streets before turning into a corner.

Inside was a grocery store.

A middle-aged man was the vendor, sitting bored on a chair, occasionally yawning.

Seeing Yusheng enter, the middle-aged man glanced casually and said, "The stuff is on the table."

Yusheng didn't respond, walking straight to a worn-out small table and picking up a cloth bag from it.

"Hey, your debt to me has been settled."

The middle-aged man lazily turned off the TV and looked at Yusheng, his expression turned serious, revealing his left cheek.

On his left cheek was a fierce scar.

It extended from his forehead to his chin.

Like a centipede crawling on his face, it sent shivers down one's spine.

"Yeah."

Yusheng replied softly, looking at the middle-aged man. "Goodbye."

With that, he left, carrying the bag still stained with grease.

Watching Yusheng's figure, the middle-aged man smiled, seemingly laughing, but his eyes showed no emotional fluctuations. "We won't see each other for some time."

Standing up and tidying his clothes, the middle-aged man left the grocery store, gradually disappearing into the distance.

Inside the back room of the grocery store, a fat, bald man lay unconscious.

"…"

"In Xinhai City, several 'Yaojing' beasts suddenly appeared in the urban area, causing significant casualties!"

In front of a shop on the street, the owner, basking in the sun and scrolling through his phone out of boredom, suddenly stood up and exclaimed when he saw a news flash.

A group of people gathered around, discussing it incessantly.

"Although Xinhai City is a remote area, there should still be a bureau to deal with these 'Yaojing' creatures, right?"

"Why would something like this happen?"

Someone asked.

The shop owner swiped through the news while shaking his head. "The news says that there was a commotion outside the city that day, and it's suspected that some 'Yaojing' appeared. Most of the members of the bureau were not in the city at the time."

"Ah..."

"The situation is becoming more and more unstable, I hope nothing bad happens here."

"Let's hope for the best."

"There are more and more infiltrating Yaojing."

"Could it be that the 'Zhenyao' Pass can't hold them back anymore?"

The group of people talked, and all the remarks conveyed one meaning: skepticism.

Ever since the resurgence of spiritual energy a hundred years ago, the "Yaojing" race has also risen in power, making the environment for human survival increasingly difficult.

Fortunately, the first group of awakened individuals had stepped forward, sacrificing themselves to establish four passes.

The Zhenyao Pass, the Poxiao Pass, the Cangqiong Pass, and the Guimen Pass.

The four passes acted like an insurmountable barrier, blocking the "Yaojing" race from entering and having human experts stationed at regular intervals to prevent any "Yaojing" from intruding upon human territory.

And the Ink Tower was the highest organisation of the human race.

…

Back at home, Yusheng opened the cloth bag, revealing three semi-transparent "Yaojing" crystals inside. The crystals contained faint red threads visible from within, representing the energy held by the crystals.

This energy was the essence left behind by the "Yaojing" after devouring the vitality of humans.

Locking the door and closing the curtains, Yusheng carefully tied a thin thread at the entrance of the room, with the other end of the thread connected to a small hand crossbow.

If anyone opened the door, the crossbow would shoot immediately.

Similar traps were set up near the windows.

After arranging everything, Yusheng sat in a corner of the room, ensuring that if someone entered, they wouldn't immediately notice his presence. Then he held the crystals in his hand and closed his eyes slowly.

Inside the crystals, the red threads seemed to come to life, swaying within the crystals and flowing into Yusheng's palm.

Above Yusheng's head, the phantom of an egg appeared once again, beneath the nine golden lines, the egg became increasingly mysterious.

Faintly, the nine lines began to slowly spread, seemingly about to cover the entire egg completely.

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Not far from Zhenyao Pass, in a deep mountain

An old man dressed in a loose white robe sat cross-legged at the mountain's peak. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, a glint of sharpness flashed through his gaze.

"This path is closed."

He calmly spoke, his gaze falling on the foot of the mountain.

Several individuals wearing red robes abruptly stopped, the leader being a handsome young man. He raised his head to look at the old man on the mountaintop, revealing a sunny smile that seemed harmless. "Senior, we just need to borrow the road."

"As fellow humans, we should help each other."

The old man shook his head slowly, repeating, "This path is closed."

"What if I insist on going through here today?"

The smile on the young man's face gradually faded, replaced with a sly look as he gazed at the old man.

"Death."

The voice was still plain, as if stating a fact. As the words fell, a virtual image of a sceptre appeared behind the old man, and on the sceptre were seven differently-shaped crystals, shining brightly.

The plants in the mountain forest gently swayed without any wind, coming alive at this moment.

"Senior... What advice do you have for us?"

The young man lowered his head, a touch of cunning was in his eyes, but his tone remained respectful.

"I just want to tell you to go back and tell your "God Seat" to change the name."

"Calling it a cult sounds good too."

"You people are not part of the human race."

"If I didn't need to guard this place and it was appropriate to act, you would already be dead."

The old man calmly gazed at the young man, speaking in a flat tone.