"Nothing is unlucky," Chen Jiuyang said indifferently. "What is not fated cannot be forced. Why cultivate immortality and martial arts? Living an ordinary life is also a good thing."
"You say it so easily!" the beautiful woman exclaimed. "You are young and your martial arts cultivation is not weak. How can you understand the difficulties of ordinary people like us?"
Most ordinary people could only wait outside the Yang family's gates, but this young man said he had personally witnessed the death of a Yang family immortal without suspecting him. Regardless, this young man's martial arts cultivation was definitely not weak.
Chen Jiuyang did not want to say more. "We'll meet again."
Immediately, Chen Jiuyang quickened his pace and left.
The beautiful woman hurried to keep up with Chen Jiuyang's steps.
Chen Jiuyang asked, "Miss, what do you want from me?"
The beautiful woman gritted her teeth. "I told my family that I want to find a master and learn martial arts and cultivation."
Chen Jiuyang chuckled. "Learning martial arts and cultivating immortality are two different things; they cannot be mixed."
"Moreover, what does that have to do with me?"
The beautiful woman said, "Handsome, as long as you take me as your disciple and teach me your moves... I will give you anything."
"..." Chen Jiuyang said, "Miss, please respect yourself. I am already married."
After speaking, Chen Jiuyang no longer wanted to waste words with this woman. He stepped forward and flew away using his qi.
Seeing Chen Jiuyang fly away, the beautiful woman was stunned, then even more excited.
...
After Chen Jiuyang left the Bajiquan Yang family, he stayed in the local city.
After a few days of recuperation, he was to duel with Zhou Fangzun.
...
In a small restaurant on the outskirts of the city.
"Shengrong, today is your father's death anniversary. I'm going out to burn some paper money for your father," a middle-aged woman, smelling of cooking oil, called out to her son inside the restaurant.
"Oh."
Chen Shengrong merely looked up at the darkening sky outside the window, then buried his head again, engrossed in playing a mobile game.
His name was Chen Shengrong, seventeen years old, attending a vocational technical college.
His parents ran a restaurant. His father had died in a car accident many years ago, leaving only his mother to raise him.
He was never good at academics since childhood and was obsessed with mobile games.
"Bang—"
"Creak..."
A sudden braking sound followed by a collision occurred outside the restaurant.
"Damn it... I hit someone... it seems no one saw..." the driver quickly drove away.
This was the outskirts of the city, with incomplete surveillance and sparse population.
Chen Shengrong did not hear the sound, engrossed in his mobile game. "Damn it, what kind of trash teammates are these? We were five against four and still lost. Damn it, if I lose this match, I'll drop from King rank again."
"Star, let's play another match. I'll definitely carry you to a higher rank."
After playing for an unknown amount of time, he felt dizzy from hunger. He put down his phone with satisfaction. The sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen. "Mom, I'm starving. How much longer until dinner?"
Perhaps the stir-frying was too loud, his mother did not reply.
He got up and walked into the kitchen. A pungent, foul smell hit him, making him feel nauseous, but it was bearable.
His family ran a small, humble restaurant. To save costs, his mother often bought very cheap meat.
He saw that his mother was covered in bloodstains. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt a sense of fear. He asked, "Mom, how much longer until dinner?"
The middle-aged woman, wearing an apron and with bloodstains on her clothes, said in a hoarse, eerie voice, "Dinner will be ready soon. Hurry up and set the bowls and chopsticks. After dinner, those people from the construction site will be off work."
"Oh." Chen Shengrong's tense heart relaxed. He walked out of the kitchen, took out bowls and chopsticks from the disinfection cabinet, and sat at the dining table waiting for dinner.
When the middle-aged woman brought out two plates of meat dishes, Chen Shengrong was about to vomit.
The two plates of meat dishes were raw meat, and they were somewhat rotten. How could this be eaten?
He looked at his pale-faced, vacant-eyed mother and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"
The middle-aged woman sat down, placed the two plates of meat down, picked up a piece of meat, and put it into her mouth, her mouth filled with blood.
Chen Shengrong was instantly chilled to the bone, his face turning pale. "Mom, can this really be eaten?"
The middle-aged woman, with her pale face, looked at Chen Shengrong and smiled. "Little brat, I've cooked for you for so many years. How can it not be edible?"
"Forget it, I'm not hungry. I'll go back to my room and drink some milk." Chen Shengrong was so scared that he lost his appetite and quickly took his phone back to his room.
Lying on the bed, he picked up his phone to message his crush, then picked up his phone to play games again, quickly forgetting what had just happened.
However, in the following days, he noticed that his mother was becoming increasingly strange. The kitchen always had a foul smell, and no customers had come to eat there for days. He didn't know what was going on.
His mother sat by the door, her eyes vacant, lost in thought.
He played on his phone and said, "Mom, if you're not feeling well, you should go to the hospital. It's okay to close the restaurant for a few days to rest."
The middle-aged woman showed a strange smile and looked at him. "Mom is not unwell. Mom just wants to eat meat."
Chen Shengrong's scalp tingled with fear. "Mom, if you want to eat meat, you can buy it yourself."
"Heh heh." The middle-aged woman smiled eerily. "The meat Mom wants to eat isn't sold outside."
Chen Shengrong was terrified and dared not reply. He quickly returned to his room and locked the door.
He took out his phone and searched online to see what illness his mother had contracted, but no matter how he searched, he couldn't find anything.
Chen Shengrong could only play games with his classmates to distract himself.
"Tap! Tap!"
At night, Chen Shengrong was drowsy and felt someone trying to open his door. But he had locked the door, and the person outside couldn't get in, which scared him awake.
Chen Shengrong immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Who was trying to open his door and come in?
Was it his mother? But if she wanted to enter his room, she could just wake him up to open the door. Why was it like this?
"Shengrong, I want to eat your flesh."
A chilling, terrifying voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.
Chen Shengrong's face turned ashen, and he broke out in a cold sweat. He lay on the bed, not daring to move, even holding his breath, pretending to be asleep.
He nervously thought that the person outside the door was definitely not his mother.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
He heard the sound of a knife being sharpened outside the door.
"Sharpening a knife? What for?"
"Bang—"
With a loud bang, his room door was pierced with a large opening by a knife. Behind the large opening were terrifying, eerie green eyes, like those of a demon.
"Ah!"
After a scream, the room fell silent again.
Only the chilling sound of bones breaking and flesh being torn could be heard.