Chapter 635 - - 512 Meeting me is your lucky fate_2

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The others remained silent. Enduring the pain, Niu Sanbao timidly said, “I don’t hate, I did something wrong, and it is only right to be punished by an elder.”

“To hate me is normal,” Duge glanced at him and let out a sneer, “The hardships I endured back then were much more than you’ve suffered. Didn’t I survive just the same? This is the rule of our sect: be ruthless to others and to yourself. Only by doing so can you survive in this world and rise above others.”

Rule of the sect?

Niu Sanbao was stunned.

“Don’t believe me?” Duge snorted, “When I first encountered your sect’s founder, he severed one of my hands, snapped the tendons in one of my legs, blinded me in one eye, broke two of my ribs, and still, I survived. Eventually, I killed that old immortal, absorbed all his cultivation, and took his place…”

Do you know how miserable my master’s death was?

“He was skinned and his tendons pulled out. His limbs were chopped off and stuffed into a jar. I forced him to stay alive for eighty-one days before I finally lit the soul lamp and ended him. Compared to that old immortal, the pain you suffer is nothing.”

Gulp!

All of them swallowed hard.

Terrified, Niu Sanbao looked at Duge, his mouth dry and heart secretly crying out in misery. What kind of karma had he brought upon himself to capture such a fiend?

The misdeeds they had committed were nothing compared to this monster!

As for the truth of Duge’s words, he had no doubt.

How could a child of eight or nine possibly beat several street-hardened thugs into powerlessness, and not blink an eye at chopping off hands and gutting bellies?

The most crucial point was the relish on his face as he recounted the past. If not for an old monster possessing a new body, there could be no other explanation.

Yet, judging by the old monster’s tone, it seemed he was considering taking them in as disciples. Remembering Duge’s previous claim of not yet regaining full power, Niu Sanbao entertained a thought and ventured to ask, “Elder, what sect do we belong to?”

“Carefree Sect!” Duge gave him a look and said.

Carefree Sect?

Niu Sanbao’s eyes widened in shock. You commit atrocities, betraying and harming others, and you still have the nerve to call it the Carefree Sect?

“What? Don’t believe me?” Duge asked with a smile.

“I believe,” said Niu Sanbao sheepishly.

“What does it mean to be carefree?” Duge looked around at everyone and explained with his youthful voice, “To not be pleased by objects, nor saddened by oneself. This tells us that whatever we do, we should not be influenced by the secular world, including laws and morals;

What is the highest realm of being carefree?

To be delightful without waiting, following one’s heart’s desire.

The meaning of this phrase is that you can make yourself happy swiftly at any time, any place. To reach this realm, whatever you do is a form of joy.

For example, my betrayal and killing of my master, or when I chopped off your hand, these things make me very happy, therefore, they are carefree.”

“…” Niu Sanbao stared blankly at Duge. Is this what being carefree means?

Do you have some misunderstanding about being carefree?

Although I’m not educated, I know that ‘carefree’ is a positive word. How does it become lawless when spoken by you?

“Niu Sanbao, is the doctrine of my Carefree Sect feasible?” Duge asked.

“Good,” Niu Sanbao said with a forced smile, his response dry.

“The Carefree Sect believes in serendipity; we never deliberately seek disciples. Talent, bone structure, none of that is important to us. When fate arrives, we naturally meet,” Duge said with a smile, looking around at them all. “You few are very fortunate. In my time of downfall, you captured me, and that’s our fate. It is destined that you join my Carefree Sect!”

F*ck your fate!

Even dogs wouldn’t want this kind of fate!

Niu Sanbao and the others looked at each other, seeing their own sorry states and gritting their teeth in frustration.

“Looking at your eyes, it seems you don’t believe me?” Duge surveyed the group with a smile and asked.

“Whatever the elder says, I naturally believe,” Niu Sanbao said.

“Remember what I encountered when I met my master?” Duge asked.

“I remember,” Niu Sanbao said.

“That’s right, severed hands, snapped tendons, blinded eyes, broken ribs,” Duge interrupted him promptly and looked at him approvingly, “Any other person would not have survived such serious injuries. But guess why I did?”

“Elder, I…” Niu Sanbao started to speak again.

“Correct, it is all thanks to our sect’s divine skill ‘The Longevity Technique of Eternity,’” Duge said proudly, interrupting him again. “Our sect’s creed is to be at ease and above worldly laws. We are often envied by those vulgar people who do not understand us, who often call us ‘Demon Heads’ and wish us gone.”

They’re right though!

If someone like you isn’t called a Demon Head, then there are no Demon Heads in this world!

Niu Sanbao retorted internally.

“In pursuit of the ultimate carefreedom, constantly contending with those so-called righteous sects, our sect’s founder, Carefree Man, created this remarkable cultivation technique.”

Duge said, “From the name, you can hear that the greatest benefit of this technique is its toughness. At its highest level, limb regeneration, reviving the dead, growing flesh from bones, and achieving longevity are all trivial matters. As long as you’re not reduced to ashes on the spot, you can recover afterward. If not immortals, we’re as good as immortals.”

Gulp!

Niu Sanbao and the others swallowed hard again.

Looking at each other, hope arose in their hearts where there had only been despair.

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