After that,He suddenly appeared in front of a cultivator. Before the cultivator could even understand anything, he thrust his hand into the man's body. Blood gushed from the cultivator's mouth—he had crushed his heart with his bare hand. Everyone became even more terrified. He let out a dangerous laugh and slaughtered them all.
That night, someone was building a shelter by lighting a fire in the middle of the forest. With him was a girl, badly injured. The boy splashed water on her body. The girl suddenly opened her eyes and saw that Li Wei was sitting in front of her.
"Am I… alive?" she asked weakly. But when she tried to get up, what she saw was worse than she could imagine.
Her eyes widened in horror as she looked at her body. Her wounds were hastily bandaged, but the pain was still raw and deep. Her leg was twisted unnaturally, her arm was bloodied and bruised, and parts of her skin were burned. She trembled as memories came rushing back—swords, betrayal, blood.
Li Wei sat calmly by the fire, a faint smile on his face. "So, you're awake, Miss Su."
Miss Su's voice quivered, her eyes filled with confusion and pain. "I… I thought I died."
"You nearly did," Li Wei said, tossing another piece of wood into the fire. "But I pulled you back. Whether that's a blessing or a curse… we'll soon find out."
She looked at him, lips trembling. "Why… why did you do it? Why did you let me take that blow?"
Li Wei didn't answer immediately. He stared into the flames, a storm of emotion flashing in his eyes. Then, with a cold laugh, he said, "In this world, Miss Su, the weak are used… or destroyed. You were useful."
Her heart broke a little more. But then—she saw something. A small cut on his cheek, barely bandaged. His hands trembled slightly as he stirred the fire. Beneath all that strength and cruelty, there was pain—hidden, buried, masked by violence.
"I hate you..." she whispered, tears streaming down her face.
Li Wei said nothing. He simply looked to the sky and muttered, "Good. Hate will keep you alive."
He told her she had a special body that could enhance his cultivation. Miss Su became terrified and asked, trembling, "What do you want to do to me?"
Li Wei only laughed and said nothing.
Miss Su stepped back and began chanting a spell. As the chant ended, the balance of heaven and earth shifted.
Her body began to glow with divine light. Pulses of energy beat through her veins as awakening surged from within her. The forest trembled, winds howled, and lightning crackled across the sky—not randomly, but as if the heavens themselves were protesting what Li Wei had done.
Miss Su collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath. Power now radiated from her—pure, ancient, heavy. Her eyes shimmered gold, her presence almost divine.
Li Wei stepped back, his expression a mix of triumph and awe. "Yes... this is it. The Sacred Flame Body... I've finally awakened it."
Miss Su, panting and terrified, looked at him. "You used me… now what? Are you going to steal this power too?"
He knelt before her, gripping her face with an iron-like grip. "I didn't awaken it to kill you… not yet. Your awakening will draw powerful forces from far beyond this forest. Let them come. I'll bring them down one by one… and rise beyond the heavens."
Tears filled her eyes—not from pain, but from the unbearable weight of what she had become. "You've cursed me…"
Li Wei smiled, standing tall against the sky ripping open above. "No, Miss Su. I've made you… divine."
He stood silently, sensing the immense power surging inside her. His eyes narrowed—he had suspected, but now it was certain. She possessed a rare and powerful body that could amplify spiritual energy in ways few could imagine.
"You have a unique constitution," he said calmly. "One that not only awakens power in you… but enhances the cultivation of those beside you."
Miss Su stepped back, her face pale with fear and confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Li Wei looked to the sky. The wind grew restless, the heavens reacting to the awakened energy. "Even the heavens want to stop this," he murmured. "But even the heavens will bow."
Instead of forcing anything, he gently placed his hand near her heart and channeled his spiritual energy carefully and precisely—awakening her latent abilities. A brilliant light burst forth, covering the forest in a blazing red hue.
Let us create a sealed enclosure made of spiritual energy. If someone enters this sealed enclosure, Li Wei would come to know that someone has come to this forest. Li Wei saw Miss Su below his head, after that he suddenly came in front of Miss Su. He quickly caught the clothes that Miss Su was wearing, Miss Su's heart started racing very fast. Li Wei tore her clothes very badly.
After that he held Miss-su's two hands and dropped them on the ground, he just looked at Miss-su with cold eyes. He then took off his clothes and gave them a slap, the eyes of both of them met. After that the sound of screaming was heard in the forest. The sound of screaming was heard for 6 days.
After six days, Li Wei stood, his aura fierce and commanding. "The fifth stage…" he whispered. "And a sea of spiritual essence…"
He looked at Miss Su, resting peacefully. "Thank you," he said softly. "From now on, no one will ever hurt you again."
"You won't remain in this state."
(Since they had undergone dual cultivation for six days, Miss Su was also in a terrible condition.)
Miss Su slowly opened her eyes, then screamed, "You're a monster… you've turned my body into a mountain of power!"
Li Wei just laughed. "I don't need you anymore."
He raised his hand. Just as he was about to strike her, his hand stopped. Miss Su had closed her eyes, expecting death.
But when she opened them—he was gone.
Miss Su stood alone in the shadow-drenched clearing, still reeling from the pain of betrayal. Her body ached, but her mind burned with rage. She cursed Li Wei under her breath, her voice a venomous whisper lost in the cold wind.
When the forest's silence shattered, she had no time to react.
From the mist ahead, a pair of red eyes emerged—ancient, hungry, and filled with primal hatred. A monstrous beast, a massive wolf cloaked in black fire, stepped into the clearing. The air itself seemed to bow under its aura.
Miss Su's knees buckled in terror. She tried to summon her energy, but her spirit was broken, her strength not yet returned. The beast lunged—its jaws clamped around her arm, lifting her like a doll.
She screamed, a sound that echoed through the trees like a curse.
It grabbed Miss Su's hand. She screamed loudly, but the monster ignored her, devouring every part of her body with dangerous ferocity. Tears streamed from Miss Su's eyes. Finally, she saw Li lying atop a tree some distance away. He sat there, our eyes met. He watched with a dangerous smile.
Li Wei sat on the branch, shadows crawling across his face as he observed the horror below. The monstrous wolf, once a symbol of fear, howled into the cold night, yearning for something lost—its creator, its master... or perhaps its revenge.
Its rage boiled into madness, tearing through the remaining parts of the clearing in a frenzy. Blood, clothes, and leaves danced in the air like a twisted ballet.
Li Wei watched with a cruel smile. The madness didn't frighten him—it entertained him.
Then, without a word, he descended from the branch.
In the air, he summoned the forgotten art of the Heaven-Earth Palm—a forbidden technique whispered only in dying breaths. A colossal hand, glowing with ghostly energy and etched with ancient runes, descended from the sky like justice.
The wolf raised its head toward the heavens—but no prayer could save it.
With a thunderous crash that split the forest and silenced all creatures, the hand slammed the beast into the earth. There was no roar. No scream. Only silence—and the stench of death.
Li Wei landed in the clearing, dust swirling around him. He walked past the charred remains of the beast without a care, as if swatting a fly.
Li Wei vanished into the layers of the night, like a shadow slipping through the cracks of reality.
Days passed.
In the bustling city under the evening's darkness, he moved swiftly through the streets, his cloak tattered, stained with whispers of violence. He didn't look back. He didn't need to.
Behind him, voices echoed in the air—sharp and desperate.
"Find him!"
"He was last seen with Lady Su—bring his head!"
"He cannot escape the wrath of the Crimson Lotus Clan!"
Men in blood-red armor pushed townsfolk aside, their spiritual energy causing gusts with each step. The ground trembled under their pressure. Shopkeepers shut their doors. Children were pulled from the streets. Fear, thick and suffocating, spread like wildfire.
Li Wei's eyes glowed beneath his hood. "So... they've finally awakened."
He entered a nearby inn, its sign broken and faded: The Broken Ember.
Inside, the scent of stew mixed with old wood and alcohol. He sat in a dark corner, summoning a timid servant.
"Food," he said, sliding a coin across the table.
"And silence."
The servant nodded quickly, disappearing like smoke.
As he waited, he looked out the window. The streets echoed with the cries of Miss Su's relatives. His enemies. Her avengers. Yet, as a smile curled at the corners of his lips, it was clear—Li Wei wasn't running.
He was hunting.
Li Wei leaned back in the inn's shadowy corner, steam rising from the untouched bowl of stew before him. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table—calm, precise, almost like a heartbeat.
His mind wandered to the forest. To Miss Su. To her final moments.
"If I wanted," he thought, narrowing his eyes, "I could have ended her with my own hands."
But no... where was the satisfaction in that?
His hunger wasn't for a simple death. It was for despair—the raw sound of it. Her screams echoed through the trees like music, each one filling the dark corners of his soul. But watching her break... that was art.
He laughed, slow and unsettling. A sound that made the innkeeper glance his way before quickly looking away.
Li Wei wasn't just dangerous.
He enjoyed it.
And now, Miss Su's clan wanted revenge. They could burn the world if they wished—he would be waiting with a smile, as everything turned to ash.