Douluo Dalu Within A Martial World

Bing Xian primarily contemplated his unknown fourth Spirit Essence during his stay at Green Valley Town. The mountaintop on which he built a small hut for cultivating was a perfect vantage point to observe the village, while also being able to see the main road leading up to the Zhu Clan's target.

He watched and killed roughly half a dozen Zhu Clan Body Transformation cultivators all of which said the same thing as they died.

"We would've gotten away with this too. If it wasn't for you meddling brat!".

It seemed strangely familiar to Bing Xian, yet his mind was focused on the radiant gold Spirit Essence Mark that both Xiao An and the silly crane were talking about.

"It was a giant golden Spirit Essence Mark in the shape of a giant bird taking flight. The power it exuded was beyond Life Destruction....". Said Xiao An.

"Yeah! I felt suppressed just by its presence! I don't think Xiao An felt anything, but this new Spirit Essence of yours must be related to birds somehow!". Said the silly crane.

Their words didn't answer any of the questions Bing Xian had about this strange Spiritual Essence, but no matter what he did, he couldn't call out even a single sliver of that golden power that generated from his Dantian.

Bing Xian sat on the roof of his small hut with a musing look on his face.

'A Golden Spirit Essence.... A giant bird.... bloodline suppression....'.

Even with two lifetimes worth of experiences, Bing Xian couldn't even begin to imagine what type of Spirit Essence this was. He had never heard of a Spirit Essence that takes the form of a giant bird, that could suppress bloodlines.

Eventually, his ears perked up and he sat straight up and peered at the lightless forest below.

One couldn't see it, but a cultivator could definitely sense over a hundred human lifeforms hiding in the woods outside Green Valley Town, all of them travelling in formation.

A cold smile crept onto Bing Xian's face.

'It seems like the fishes have finally took the bait'.

He presumed that since they hadn't heard from any of the scouts they sent out that sending a bigger force would allow them to overpower the enemy.

The six year old smirked slightly as his small masked figure crept into the darkness.

Under his orders, fires were constantly kept going through the night on the walls of Green Valley Town, which cast long shadows into the nearby forest, allowing for Bing Xian to travel more freely in the darkness.

The enemy seemed to have been taking advantage of the fact as well using good hiding places to serve through the darkness, unseen by the patrolling villages.

Its a shame that Bing Xian already memorized the layout of the surrounding forests. And without fresh intelligence from their scouts, the Zhu Clan soldiers were going in blind.

"Ahhhhh!".

A lone screamed echoed throughout the forest, sending shivers up the back of the Zhu Clan soldiers. It came from behind them, so it was obvious that it was one of theirs.

The soft rustling of grass as the wind traveled through the air carried the faint scent of iron through the woods.

Blood, thought the Zhu Clan soldiers.

It wasn't an unfamiliar smell and was very distinct.

Another sound of flesh being pierced was reverberated throughout the forest. Their was no following scream or shout for help, so it was clear that it ended with a single strike.

It was deathly silent. None of the Zhu Clan soldiers made a peep as they tried to group up in circles to block any incoming attacks.

They waited....

And waited....

And waited....

A thick layer of sweat built up on one of the soldiers brow. It started dripping down onto his eyes but he resisted the temptation of wiping it away.

They waited some more....

Eventually the temptation grew too much for the Zhu Clan soldier, so he raised his head upwards trying to adjust his helmet so it's inner padding would wipe it away...

"Shush. Don't tell the others".

The random soldiers gaze never once blinking as he watched a small smiling figure cut through his fellow soldiers like a wolf in a pig pen. It's purple smile never faltering as his eyes grew heavier and heavier before everything slowly turned dim and his breath never again....

Bing Xian almost felt bad for that soldier that looked up at him.

He was planning on only letting that first guy scream as he died, which acted as a type of psychological warfare against these Zhu Clan soldiers. It would make them feel pressured being hunted by this unseen force in the moonless night and cause them to feel an uncontrollable fear within their hearts.

'That guy that looked up at him probably nearly pissed himself', thought Bing Xian as his third [Twilight Slash] for the night cut the heads off seven 4th Stage Body Transformation cultivators.

The scent of blood had grown incredibly thick as more and more bodies hit the ground, never to wake up again.

Bing Xian had killed people in his second lifetime, so it didn't feel strange to take another man's life, but to do so in such a quick and effective manner made him really think about the structure of power in this world.

'In my first life, power was decided by those with money. People with money could do anything. They could go anywhere, buy anything, do whatever they wanted but in this world.... Cultivation is power. The higher your cultivation and attainments in martial arts, the more you could do. With a high enough cultivation you could go anywhere, buy anything, do whatever you want in this world....'.

Climb the highest mountains or descend to the deepest depths of the ocean....

Destroy or create a Kingdom....

Have a harem of beauties following your every command....

Cultivation was synonymous with Power.

Of course power came in many forms. Knowledge, influence, money, numbers, ability....

Bing Xian heard the sound of a bone cracking and let go of the Zhu Clan soldiers neck. The [Undying Nightmare Ghost Demon] hiding his unfazed expression as he looked down at the broken body of the young teen in front of him.

'I guess.... I'll just have to take it all for myself then'.

And he walked back into the darkness. The sound of hungry ghosts and murderous demons echoed in the night.