3 Gentle Smile

Little gasped, barely believing what he just heard. Is that serious? How the hell could he do that ?! That's a crime!

Little never knew exactly what killing means, but he had heard his mother say that he always killed some onlookers who invaded the cave. He wondered, does killing mean 'fix it'?

Seeing the little boy's internal inclination, Bai Hong gave a gentle smile and said:

"You see, little. Death has several meanings, each for different people. For me, death is like liberating the world from an insect. I personally have killed dozens, hundreds, if not thousands of people and beasts. By killing a bad person, you are cleaning the nuisance off the face of the world, making the world a better place. If you kill someone pure, it's the same. After all, living beings are greedy and simplistic, anything is possible when it comes to them. "

The child was confused. So killing someone is just killing. He cared about nothing, then. But, still, Bai Hong is your friend, not just a person. How should he handle this?

He is still uncomfortable with the idea of ​​death, but in the world of beasts it is natural. He himself has already eaten high quality meat made from the Temperamental Hawk or a black-winged Tiger. He ate, so he knew someone had died so that he could eat.

Would it be the same with humans and demons? Do you kill to be able to eat them?

Little was seriously thinking when his friend brought him back to the world.

"Kill me, and this will be your training for the future."

Doubt was shining in the little boy's eyes. Training for the future? Why the hell would he need this hellish training?

"Hmm, think about it: If your friend cheats on you, it's painful. But it is not painful if you kill him before he cheats on you! In fact, you will give your friend a better death than he would possibly have 30 years later, tortured by his enemies. It's just great! " Exclaimed happy Bai Hong.

Making up his mind, the child looked at the dagger and then at Bai Hong, with tears in his eyes.

'I can't…'

"Yes, you can. I will be dying better now than when Liu Qing returns. "

Liu Qing was the person who chained Bai Hong, leader of the Celestial Saints sect.

'Impossible' was what Little's eyes said.

Bai Hong sighed, frustrated. For him, killing was as simple as drinking water, but he forgot that the person he was asking for was a three-year-old child who never killed in his life.

"It's just a cut in the throat, puppy."

Meanwhile, the little boy's face was filled with tears as they ran down and down. He did not want; he didn't want to lose his only friend! Despair rising in his eyes, he never hated the fact that he cannot communicate so much.

"Puppy. It's a request from the heart of this old fellow, don't you even dare accept it?"

So, moving forward before he refused again, Little's dagger pierced Bai Hong's throat.

The tears continued to flow, while the face of his only friend became more and more pale and his eyes became more and more unfocused, until Bai Hong's head finally drooped.

He looked at the dagger in his hands, covered in blood. Dropping it as if it were burning, Little cried until there were no more tears to come out. Was this really how your life was going? Live alone, killing your friends and relatives. Now, the little boy couldn't find a reason to live.

But he had one, didn't he? Become strong for your mother and go through Bai Hong's heritage. So, with those only two threads of hope chaining him to the world, the child looked at the puddle and sighed, entering it again.

He dived again to the bottom, where he gathered anything that looked like useful items. When he left, all you could see was a bloody figure with several daggers and bags. He looked at his hands, opening one of the small bags he collected and looked inside, with a strange expression.

They were gold and silver coins. Apparently, those strong cultivators at the bottom of the puddle were rich. On the contrary, all Little could think was 'What the fuck is this?'

In the world of beasts, there was never anything like coins, so he never knew about coins. He supposed that was what his friend had told him: money.

It was strange. Small round pieces of gold and silver with strange designs embedded in the surface of the coin. He shrugged, letting go. At least he had something to use when he arrived at the human cities that Bai Hong had described.

Now, the weapons. He took everything that was sharp, in the end, he gathered 10 swords, 1 scimitar and 7 daggers. He didn't even know what these types of weapons were, so he classified them as class A, class B and class C.

If someone outside saw your actions, you would be shocked. After all, these were spiritual weapons! And could a simple boy even feel the pressure emanating from these weapons? What kind of joke is this?!

After taking everything, Little gathered everything in a cloth and made a bag of it. He looked at his creation, satisfied. It looked blunt and ugly, especially in the bloody way it was.

Wandering out of the cave, the boy took another breath of Qi, then headed towards where the breeze was coming from. If it came from the south, then in the south this mountain range will come to an end.

Little learned from Bai Hong that domains existed that separated strength in the world of humans. There were a total of nine domains, each with a large threshold between them.

The first was the corporal domain, the one that every human receives at birth. He was the weakest; the easiest and most despicable. In the reign of kings, all nobles had a cultivation superior to this mere domain, while only peasants remained in the corporal kingdom.

The second was the domain of strengthening. In it, cultivators were at last beginning to have a higher strength than mere mortals. The third, in a simple way, was the domain of the nucleus formation. In it, cultivators began to create a nucleus for spiritual energy to be able to settle in the dantian. Without the core, the dantian is unable to hold IQ for long.

The fourth was the domain of the foundation and it was especially he who showed the inner strength of a true genius or a simple expert, considering that now they could finally use martial techniques. The fifth was the mortal domain, and even the weakest of them were said to be extremely deadly, capable of killing only by emitting spiritual pressure.

Domain of heaven. Simple words, but difficult to say. Heavenly level cultivators could walk through the skies, set an entire forest on fire and fight dozens of people on the deadly level.

King's Domain. Across the Xing continent, experts at this level could be counted in just 30. In the past, before the war between demons and humans, seeing experts at the king's level could be counted as ten for each kingdom.

Emperor's Domain. These could be counted in one hand across the continent. All who reached this level were great powers, recognized as leaders of sects, emperors and wandering eccentrics.

Above these realms, there are only legends. In the last hundred thousand years no one has achieved a superior domain than the Emperor.

Little sighed, internally confused. He feels that everything he has done in the past few days has been confused.

In the end, he feels that none of these domains could apply to him. He was not human and, although he was reluctant, he admitted that he was also not a beast, where he could be classified as degrees. Bai Hong also said that he was also not a demon, because demons always have brown skin and his skin was too porcelain for that. Bai Hong also said that, like his presence, he could not see where the domain was.

Little had several doubts in his little head. Who was he? If every living thing is done through reproduction, who were your parents? Was he in the mortal domain? Why, since he remembers, he always had a core, since he remembers. He always assumed he was part of being a beast, after all, every beast has a nucleus.

'Sigh, there's no point in thinking about it. When the time comes to know, I will know. '

Walking for four days, the little one finally arrived at the exit of the cliff. In the meantime, the little boy cannot help thinking and wondering about the situation on that cliff. Apart from himself, there was not a single soul alive at this end of the world.

Weird.

Hearing the faint sound of water, he immediately perked up and ran off towards the sound.

There was a short opening between rocks in front of him, a cool breeze from it. Compared to the days of malicious air, this breath of cold air was warm and welcoming against the boy's skin.

He felt that he could cry with that welcoming feeling.

'Focus, just focus. I need to stay strong. '

He squeezed himself against the rocks and stayed that way for a few minutes until it was finally over. When he left, he came face to face with a river, its clean, sparkling water seductively calling for the boy to wash.

He still had blood all over his blanket and body, he was stinking disgusting and his skin, once smooth and white, was a frightening red color.

Not hesitating, he immediately jumped into the freezing water, making a sound while he was originally silent. He floated, the liquid around him turning pink as he washed. The water at that temperature did little harm to him, he had really gotten used to that degree.

He had fun with the small fish that traveled there, ate some, and when he emerged on the shore, it was like another child.

Her hair, which was previously dirty and ugly, returned to a beautiful black color and her skin turned white as porcelain. He had also taken the opportunity to wash his fur blanket and the things he had brought from the pool of blood.

He stopped playing when he heard a noise coming from near him.

From the north a three-foot wolf leaped, snarling at the little boy. Impressively, it was a fourth-degree beast, the Naval Wolf. On the other hand, the boy was calm. His expression expressed no fear, despite being two and a half meters shorter than his opponent.

The wolf probably did not know the identity of the little boy, since he was on the borders of the mountain range of the ten moons. The place where the Vipers of the fiery skies created him was in the depths of the mountain range, so low-level beasts were not able to learn about internal affairs.

Little was unsure whether he used a weapon or not to kill this insolent wolf. In the end, he picked up a dagger and ran towards the wolf at great speed, giving him no chance to react. The boy stabbed the dagger in the big yellow eye of the animal, sticking it until only the hilt was out, hitting the wolf's brain.

It was amazing how fast a three-year-old child was developed. At just three, he even defeated a fourth-grade beast, which even adults would find difficult to do.

As soon as the beast fell, the little boy looked surprised. He had never fought a beast before, so he was surprised that his tactic had worked. After all, the only thing that made it possible was his incredible speed and sharp senses, his innate talent.

He sighed. Because of his weak strength, when the little boy had to open the wolf's skull it was tough. He had to stab several times in order to finally open a small opening in the brain, in order to catch the beast's nucleus.

Soon, a fist-sized ball was in the boy's hand. It was brilliant and emanated high amounts of spiritual energy. The Little remembers that his mother told him that the bestial nucleus was the source of the animals' power. If another living being takes it and absorbs it, its cultivation may have high leaps!

Then the little one tried to absorb the ball in his hand.

And he tried.

The boy's expression grew darker and darker. Why the hell couldn't he absorb that energy ??

He hit that stupid ball on the floor, rolling it around until it was at someone else's feet.

Wait.

Someone else's feet ..?

Looking up, the little one found a pair of bright, kind eyes looking at him with concern.

"Are you lost, little boy? Where are your parents?" The woman asked gently, crouching down to pick up the core at her feet. She looked surprised, looking at the boy with doubt in his bright eyes, but apparently resolved that, after all, never that a child could end up with a wolf alone, especially one of the fourth grade.

The little one just looked at her sternly, saying nothing.

"And then?" The woman blinked innocently, confused by the little boy's silent treatment. In the end, she took his hand and pulled him towards where he had come from, which was the entrance and exit of the mountain range of the ten moons, on the way noticing the strange clothes that the child wore.

'What rude clothes. Are her parents poor? ' She asked herself in disbelief.

Ignoring, she gently brought the child towards a group of people dressed in black when one of them, a man with a male voice, spoke:

"Li An, who is this gem?"

"Yes, Li An, who is this adorable child?" Some others shouted. Everyone was impressed at how adorable the little boy looked with his pitch black eyes and hair, delicate features and his big lashes.

"Shut up, don't you see that the poor child is scared?" He scolded the woman, silencing them.

The little boy looked at her, expressionless. In fact, he really was. He had never interacted with humans before, he was apprehensive about what might happen if he missed something and showed that he could not speak human language. According to what Bai Hong had said, he could even be killed for being a freak.

"We'll take care of him, won't we?" Li An smiled, asking the gang. By now, everyone had seen that the child was abnormally quiet and assumed that this was trauma.

"Of course!" They all responded with kind smiles.

So, two days passed in the company of that gang. The little boy spent the whole time being pampered with praise and more praise, with smiles and sweet words. He was happy. He had never been treated that kindly, even with his mother and Bai Hong. He even laughed at some jokes and he has never been happier than those last few days.

He was drinking water when he realized.

And then, everything went dark.