Chapter 449: Chapter 227: Delving Again into the Memory of the Three Corpses Daoist! The Strongest Human Xiao in History_3

"Hehe, little ghost, there are indeed things you don’t know, after all, you’re still young and inexperienced."

Three Corpses Daoist grinned, pressing down on Chu Chaoran’s head, and gave it a rough rub.

"Stop it, Daoist is not a toy," Chu Chaoran protested.

Three Corpses Daoist slowly withdrew his hand and said calmly, "The founding Ancestral Master of the Wuwei Sect, his Daoist name was Three Corpses."

"Hmm!?" Chu Chaoran’s face slightly tensed.

"The name Three Corpses Daoist... has been passed down through generations in the Wuwei Sect, and only the sect leaders of each generation can inherit this name."

"Are you saying..."

"My Daoist name, Three Corpses, means I have inherited the position of Sect Leader of the Wuwei Sect... Those people fear that one day I will return to the Ancestral Court of the Wuwei Sect, and at that time, the situation will be set, and everyone will have to bow down and acknowledge their submission." Three Corpses Daoist chuckled lightly.

"No wonder everyone wants you dead," Chu Chaoran suddenly realized.

"Everyone wants you dead, so you really deserve to die."

"..."

Three Corpses Daoist pondered for a moment, then unexpectedly nodded: "You’re right, everyone wants me dead, so they’re all good people."

"Hmm!?" Chu Chaoran was stunned.

"They’re dissatisfied that I’m not sharp enough, not fast enough, so they use their lives as whetstones for me."

Three Corpses Daoist grinned, looking at the corpses beside the big river.

"Your words sound as if you’ve entered the demonic path," Chu Chaoran bowed his head.

"You little brat, you’re putting on airs with me, aren’t you?"

Three Corpses Daoist glanced askew, raising his hand to pinch Chu Chaoran’s small cheek.

"Ouch!" Chu Chaoran cried out in pain.

"Do you know why I’m telling you all this?" Three Corpses Daoist didn’t loosen his grip, leaning next to Chu Chaoran’s ear, chuckling softly.

"Why?" Tears seemed to well up in Chu Chaoran’s eyes, the pain piercing through him.

"Because sooner or later, you’re a dead man."

"See those? Someday you’ll be just like them, Ah Yan’s snack." Three Corpses Daoist tightened his grip, pinching Chu Chaoran’s cheek, laughing heartily.

At this moment, the young Chu Chaoran stopped crying instead.

"Hmm!? Why aren’t you crying?" Three Corpses Daoist asked curiously.

"Are you trying to scare a child?" Young Chu Chaoran glared fiercely.

"You’d better let the big black dog gnaw all my bones, otherwise sooner or later, I’ll get you all."

Chu Chaoran raised his little fist, gritting his teeth: "I will not coexist with evil."

"Hehe, interesting..."

Three Corpses Daoist laughed heartily, releasing his hand, looking at the young Chu Chaoran, his laughter growing even more joyful.

"In times of chaos, heroes emerge, never in peace, do the ordinary rise... Little ghost, if you don’t die, your future is limitless."

"Do I need you to say that!?" Chu Chaoran responded coolly.

"In such chaotic times, there will always be a few names, like great stars shining, passed down through the ages, unextinguished..."

Three Corpses Daoist looked at the vast sky, watching the glowing stars, his eyes filled with an unusual light.

Chu Chaoran looked at him, looking at the eternal stars reflected in his pupils.

"Perhaps, there will be our names too," Three Corpses Daoist chuckled softly.

"Whether my name will be there, I don’t know," Chu Chaoran shook his head, "If yours is there, it will surely be infamous."

"Really want to tear that mouth of yours apart," Three Corpses Daoist laughed heartily.

"We need to gather a group of people, so those who know us will be terrified, unable to walk upon hearing our names..."

"Don’t ’our’ me, I’m not familiar with you," Chu Chaoran retorted.

"Before the sect leader of every generation of Wuwei Sect achieves Great Success in their Divine Techniques, there are Guardians known as the Thirteen Zodiacs. I need to find thirteen companions," Three Corpses Daoist murmured lightly.

"I know, thirteen bugs," Chu Chaoran said disdainfully.

"The Thirteen Zodiacs, with ’Human’ as the head," Chu Chaoran grinned, looking at the young Chu Chaoran beside him.

"Why don’t you be my Human Xiao."

"Human Xiao Chu Chaoran!"

Three Corpses Daoist pinched Chu Chaoran’s small cheek, laughing heartily.