Offering Salted Fish To Master

The Fengshan clan of the Sima clan was the closest race to Gods on the continent long ago. However, as the Gods dissipated the world, the power of all races was weakening, and the Fengshan clan was the same. The Gods they served perished. In order to continue to grow stronger, they began to pursue the purity of their bloodlines. There were few amazing talents, but there were fewer people in the Sima clan.

In the profound history of Gengchen Xianfu, the glory of the Sima clan accounted for almost half, but as time passed, this once powerful race quickly decayed. At the same time, the Shi clan that served them and other Gengchen Xianfu was growing stronger from generation to generation, and their number greatly exceeded that of the Sima clan. After the reversal of strength, the former strong became a “cage bird” form of owner.

In the thousands of years going back, only a few powerful cultivators of the Sima clan died unexpectedly due to various reasons, leaving only some young children who hadn’t yet grown up. No matter how powerful the talent and aptitude were, it took time to grow. Under the “care” of the Shi clan, they gradually lost their freedom.

Driven by greed and ambition, the Shi clan betrayed the former main clan. They used the trust of the Sima clan to control the young Sima clan members, so that they had no chance to become powerful. They could only become puppets and be isolated in the Three Saints mountains.

Of course, in the eyes of the world, the Sima clan had always been aloof. Even ordinary disciples in Gengchen Xianfu also thought so. Who knew that they were carefully kept in “golden cages” like precious strange beasts.

The number of people in the Sima clan became less, Sima E, the last pure-blooded daughter of the Sima clan, used her life to make the final resistance, and won the opportunity to grow up for the last blood of the Sima clan.

She endured tremendous pain and used her flesh and blood and spiritual bones to purify the fire of the Spirit Mountain, so that the powerful flame that had transformed the spirit was willing to be reborn in Nirvana, and became a young spirit fire again, and then planted the purified fire of new life into her child’s body, and let his life be completely connected with Fengshan Spirit Fire.

Sima Jiao was just a child at that time, and he had also experienced tremendous pain before completely accepting the weakened new spiritual fire.

The spiritual fire was the most important treasure of the Fengshan clan, and it was also the foundation of the Gengchen Xianfu. The most important root system. If there was no spiritual fire, the boundary of the Gengchen Xianfu would be completely devoid of aura and change from the immortal land to the barren wasteland. Their fortune would also be bad.

Over the years, although countless people from the Sima clan had served spiritual fire like Sima E, only Sima Jiao was different from other supporters. He was completely integrated with the spiritual fire, living and dying together, and it could no longer be transferred. There was no second Sima clan in the world who could support the spirit fire.

Because of the blessing of this spirit fire, Sima Jiao’s cultivation level improved extremely fast. Shi’s and other Gengchen Xianfu families tried to lure him in. However, Sima Jiao possessed the truth spell and the peculiar ability to see through the hearts of others. Even if those people showed him the softest smile, he could only feel surrounded by all kinds of terrible desires.

All he could feel was deceit, greed, fear, and all kinds of malice.

He was wary of anyone, and was inherently fierce. Unlike his natural and kind mother, he could kill people without hesitation at such a young age-in order to improve his cultivation, he had absorbed several from the Shi family.

His “breeders” had never seen such a way of cultivation, close to the demon, but he wasn’t a demon, because the demon cultivator was different from them. The movement of the spiritual energy in the demon cultivator’s body was completely opposite to that of the immortal cultivator, Sima Jiao. There was no sign of enchantment. He just killed people indifferently and swallowed their cultivation. After he emptied the entire elite disciples of the Three Saints mountains, they dared not send anyone to come.

“He couldn’t be used by us, and he couldn’t be controlled. If this goes on, he will cause harm to the entire Gengchen Xianfu!” 

The families in Gengchen Xianfu who were relying on the Sima Clan began to fear, so they did many things.

It failed every time. Not only did they fail to control Sima Jiao, but he seized every opportunity to become stronger. In the end, they had no choice but to sacrifice many disciples to trap him for hundreds of years.

…

Liao Tingyan woke up, flew to the table top, waved his paws to wash her face slowly, smoothed her hair and beard. She sat on the plate, picked up a piece of snow-white soft pastry and gnawed on it.

She took two bites of sweet, floral-flavored small round cakes, and glanced aside.

Sima Jiao leaned there, his eyes closed. His sleeves were in a mess. Liao Tingyan came out of sleep before. Since she became an otter, Sima Jiao liked to hold her every time she slept. So she slept on him more often. She was very used to it.

When she woke up, Sima Jiao hadn’t opened his eyes. Why hadn’t he moved this time?

Did he fall asleep? No, what the flame said, Sima Jiao hadn’t slept for many years.

She stared at Sima Jiao’s motionless appearance, and took another bite of the round cake. After eating one, he was still the same, leaning there. He really seemed to be asleep.

A small drop of water leaped out of the teacup, and as Liao Tingyan’s paw waved, it hit Sima Jiao’s face. Sima Jiao’s eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes. The drop of water happened to fall on his eyelid. In a blink, the drop of water slid down his cheek along his eyes, like tears.

Sima Jiao looked at her.

The hair on Liao Tingyan’s body stood.

Sima Jiao held the otter expressionlessly and wiped his face, using her fur to dry the water stains on his face.

Liao Tingyan: “…”

She raised her hand and stroked the fur on her body, preparing to take some melon seeds to eat.

“I just had a dream,” Sima Jiao said suddenly.

Liao Tingyan was so scared that the seeds fell. What was the probability of the ancestor falling asleep and dreaming? This was the probability of a meteor shower once in 500 years. She turned her head to look at Sima Jiao, and she was quite curious about what dreams the ancestor, who had suffered so much without sleeping for hundreds of years, did see.

But Sima Jiao didn’t say anything. He lowered his eyes and looked out the window with some boredom.

Liao Tingyan: Half of the people who say something like this will be beaten to death in modern society.