God Slayer Chronicles

Outside the room, Yang Chi was happily suckling on the milkmaid – Snow. She was bobbing him up and down all happy as if she was his mother.

"Aren't you a cute little thing Chi'er, you're going to be a lady killer, just like your father when you get older." Snow said in a high voice, looking into the child's bright brown eyes.

'Damn woman, I feel ashamed to be suckling on your bosom.' The thoughts of the child sounded like the old gruff voice of Sha Ku.

When Sha Ku entered the vortex, transported to a warm room where he didn't have to breathe, and three days ago he finally came to this world – or in other words, he was born.

Although he was in a week and simplistic body of a babe, he still had some sense about him. From what he had observed while he was inside the womb, that woman had a faint trace of a Deathly Yin bloodline.

This would perhaps be a great boon in the divine realm, but seeing the downtrodden place around him, he knew that this was certainly a backwater for cultivators and in this backwater, a Deathly Yin bloodline would undoubtedly be a death sentence for most.

Strangely though she seemed to be alive, there was only one explanation Sha Ku could think of, and that was Yang Fu. Yang Fu appeared to have a primitive yang bloodline, which could hypothetically counter the bloodline.

Residing on this fact it was hard to imagine what nonsense allowed him to be conceived. The universe doesn't merely allow a child with a Yin-Yang physique! Sha Ku could only internally sigh; perhaps this would be a good enough body up until he could regain a Heavenly Tear Body.

This was also the reason Sha Ku refused to drink his mothers' milk. It held the tiniest trace of Deathly Yin, currently if Yang Chi were to try and absorbed some of this energy the effects would be cataclysmic to his body. The powers of Yin and Yang were perfectly balanced at the moment, and if the balance of the scales went out even slightly, it would result in his utter demise.

So instead he decided to upset his new mother and father suckling instead from the teat of this maid, he found it rather odd. In his previous life, he was naturally spawned from the universe; he'd never had parents. The only time he'd touch a breast was for other purposes…

Yang Chi tried to shake these thoughts out of his head, now wasn't the time to think of such vulgar things. Currently, he had to focus on growing up healthy. But how would he ensure that? He was young, and even if he were born in a place with abundant resources it'd be hard to cultivate back to a stage where he could shake the very heavens, let alone re-forge his Heavenly Tear Body…

'The optimum time for a human child to start cultivating was at the age of six… ugh, six years. This is going to be a long wait; perhaps I could work on Dao insight, or form some sword Qi in the meantime?' he thought to himself, while his eyes started to close as he drifted off to sleep slowly.

The sobbing from the other room intensified at that moment; it was Ru Yi – no, his mother… His mother was crying.

'Maybe I could help my family?' Were Yang Chi's final thoughts as he drifted off to sleep.