“Finally, we can return to the sect.”

    “I wonder how the two spiritual fields I planted are doing.”

    “Hey... the steward will arrange for someone to take care of it for you, don’t worry.”

    “Having been away for five months, Sister must be missing me to death...”

    “Get lost with your lovesick brain! We don’t welcome that here.”

    In the queue of outer disciples, the whispers of the crowd kept spreading.

    Although being sent out on a mission was a good thing, as it allowed them to leave the prison-like closed sect and relax outside, after arriving in Demon Sword City, aside from the initial period, they had been confined to the same place for over four months without permission to leave.

    This long-term imprisonment had made these outer disciples complain endlessly, and now that they could return to the sect, everyone was quite happy.

    Although many of their companions had died, everyone was just an acquaintance, and no one really cared about those who had died.

    The atmosphere in the group was cheerful, and everyone was happy.

    Li Muyang and Guan Xiaoshun walked at the very end of the group.

    Although they had not yet officially donned the white robes, they were already enjoying the treatment of inner disciples and did not have to queue up with the others.

    Senior Brother Cheng instructed the two to bring up the rear, and Li Muyang was more than happy to enjoy the leisure, chatting quietly with Guan Xiaoshun to pass the dull time.

    The residents of Demon Sword City looked at the departing disciples of the Demonic Sect with eyes full of reverence and fear, not daring to offend them.

    Li Muyang was conversing intermittently with Guan Xiaoshun, but his brain was racing, continuously recalling the contents of the ‘Netherworld Demon Manual’

    Although the ‘Netherworld Demon Technique’ was a top-level demonic skill, it was somewhat difficult for Li Muyang to learn it without any guidance.

    He knew he had to spend more time practicing this demonic skill.

    At that moment, a surprised voice came from the front of the group.

    “Hey? Look, there are words on the ground!”

    “Indeed, these words weren’t here before...”

    “I remember, there definitely weren’t any words here before... Such a sentence with a heavy killing intent, which demonic hero carved it here?”

    Whispers suddenly arose from the front of the group, drawing Li Muyang’s attention.

    He looked up in surprise, following the direction pointed out by the crowd, and saw a row of fierce and powerful characters carved on a bluestone slab by the roadside.

    –Heaven nurtures all creatures for the benefit of man, yet man still blames Heaven for its cruelty (Chapter 92)

    “...”

    The moment Li Muyang saw this inscription, he was stunned.

    Demon Sword City was cursed, and everything within it had remained as it was thousands of years ago when it was destroyed.

    Even the most powerful beings would find it difficult to destroy a single plant or tree within the city.

    But Granny Gu said that the real Xiao Yecao died shortly after entering the village.

    And the game character Jiang Xiaoyu even died earlier than Xiao Yecao.

    In ‘history’, the two never met.

    So, the game “Deadly Weed”...

    “If I successfully raise Xiao Yecao and let her grow up safely and healthily, does it mean I will rewrite history?”

    Li Muyang swallowed hard, realizing the true nature of this nurturing game.

    Xiao Yecao, looking puzzled, said to him, “Elder Brother, what are you talking about? What do you mean by rewriting history?”

    Li Muyang came back to his senses and looked at the little girl in front of him.

    An orphan who should have died was saved by him in the game and raised healthily to the age of fourteen.

    If the game concludes successfully, this little girl, who should have died thousands of years ago, might even become an immortal...

    “Little girl, do you want to become an immortal?”

    After understanding the essence of the game, Li Muyang suddenly felt relieved.

    He laughed heartily, looking at the girl who should have died tragically but was raised by him in the game.

    He wasn’t experiencing history through the identity of Jiang Xiaoyu.

    Instead, the system allowed him to go back thousands of years to rewrite history.

    The real Jiang Xiaoyu had long died, and the current Jiang Xiaoyu was merely a projection of Li Muyang in Black Cloud Village.

    It was an extension of his true will.

    Even if Xiao Yecao were raised to become an immortal, she might not survive the subsequent dark turmoil when immortals disappeared.

    Still, at least she could grow up happily and live the life she wished for.

    There were still several hundred years before the downfall of Black Cloud Village and the turmoil in Nanjiang City.

    This little girl had at least a few hundred years of good days ahead, rather than dying miserably shortly after being sold into Black Cloud Village.

    Playing the game not only allowed him to receive rewards but also to save a lively and adorable life...

    “I’ve decided, I will raise you well and let you become an immortal revered by everyone!”

    Li Muyang smiled happily, gently patting the girl’s head, his smile relaxed.

    Even if this act of kind salvation would ultimately end in death, if she could live a happy life, then this act of kindness would not have been in vain.

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