Father and Son (Continued)

Xing Daozhuang naturally understood this principle; otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed last time. However, being controlled by others ultimately displeased him, as if a demon had been planted in his heart that could erupt at any moment, forcing him to proceed with extreme caution, as if walking on thin ice.

Seeing that Xing Daozhuang had no further questions, Nether Lord smiled and disappeared into the darkness, his presence quickly vanishing.

"The Heaven-Defying Society... Hmph!"

Qin Wujun arrived at the cliff of a small mountain, placed the unconscious Murong Wu on the ground, and waited there for a moment before seeing a figure rushing towards him in a great hurry.

Without a word, a fierce slash came straight at him, the domineering blade energy splitting the ground as it arrived.

Qin Wujun formed a Law Seals, and the surrounding air suddenly swirled, condensing into a ball of air as hard as steel between his five fingers. He then shattered the blade's energy with a palm strike, and with a backhand punch, repelled Ying Zhou, who was trying to take advantage of the situation to snatch someone.

"When surrounded by Demon Beast and everyone is only concerned with their own safety, you leave the group to rescue a stranger. After your companions are kidnapped, you disregard potential traps and come alone to save them. Tsk tsk, my son, do you want to be a good person?"

Qin Wujun revealed a contemptuous smile, his eyes full of mockery, as if looking at a fool who had willingly fallen into depravity.

"I can kill if I want to kill, and I can save if I want to save. It's none of your business, and you have no right to interfere!" Ying Zhou roared.

"I am your father, of course I have the right to interfere."

"In the past ten years or so, have you ever fulfilled your responsibilities as a father for even a single day?"

"That's precisely why I'm here today to make it up to you."

"No need. What will your compensation be? Will you, like before, use violence to abuse your family? Or will you lock me in the closet and repeatedly teach me criminal techniques, turning me into a heartless person like you?"

"It's not about changing you, but about letting you see your true self. You and I are alike; blood of slaughter flows in our veins. From our ancestors, our lineage has been the destroyers of order." Qin Wujun's face revealed an expression like that of a fanatical believer worshipping a god. "This is our destiny!"

"What utter nonsense about destiny!" Ying Zhou scoffed. "The so-called blood of slaughter is essentially the bloodline of Asura. Our ancestors were hybrids of humans and Asura. The truth is that simple. You couldn't control the power of your bloodline, falling into tyranny and madness, becoming slaves to your bloodline. But I mastered this power and became the master of the bloodline. That's the biggest difference between you and me!"

Qin Wujun's face darkened with anger, and he roared, "Shut up! You little beast, you know nothing, yet you spout nonsense. It seems you've truly been brainwashed by the Mohist School's 'universal love and non-aggression' rhetoric, becoming their loyal lackey and following their rules... Fine, today your father will guide you back to the right path."

"People are superstitious because of ignorance, you old beast, you are the best example of that!" Suppressing his fear, Ying Zhou was not about to admit defeat verbally. "You're forty or fifty years old, and you haven't even reached the Spirit Transformation! You're utterly useless! Where do you get the audacity to call yourself the righteous one?!"

Qin Wujun was speechless. From his perspective, he had to admit that power was a very important factor. If power wasn't important, he couldn't very well say that benevolence and righteousness were, could he?

Given Ying Zhou's age and current strength, he truly deserves to be called a prodigy. There is a high probability that he will break through to the Spirit Transformation before the age of thirty. But if we acknowledge this, wouldn't it mean that Ying Zhou's current path is the right one?

This was what Qin Wujun found most perplexing. In his plan, Ying Zhou's strength should only be slightly better than his peers, so he could easily manipulate him. He never expected that the other party would grow so quickly, becoming completely different from a year ago, and seemingly touching the highest level below the Spirit Transformation stage. If he hadn't joined the Heaven-Defying Society, he probably wouldn't have been able to do anything about this rebellious son.

"Whether you admit it or not, the desire to kill is your nature, deep in your bones, and cannot be erased. Let your father help you find your true self."

Qin Wujun gathered his true True Qi, his tattered gray robe billowing and fluttering. His heavy and imposing aura rose from the ground, shaking people's minds. He pressed his hands together to the ground, and runes suddenly shone. Gray light intertwined into a net, and the surrounding space quickly lost its luster, turning into a gray-white, as if an oil painting had been washed into an ink painting.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery changed drastically. The sky was pitch black and deep, covered with dark clouds, and the sun, moon and stars could not be seen. Only crimson lightning occasionally ripped through the sky. The earth below disappeared and became a blood- Yellow River of unknown origin and destination. The river was turbid and teeming with insects and snakes. A foul wind blew in, and countless hideous evil ghosts and wronged souls struggled and floated in it.

"Illusion Array!"

This was the first time Ying Zhou had encountered an illusion. Suddenly, he felt his feet slip and he fell into the River of Forgetfulness. The turbid water was like a swamp, making it impossible for him to break free. He could only slowly sink.

This feeling of being trapped was incredibly real. He could even clearly feel the chilling cold that pierced his soul in the River of Forgetfulness, as well as the malevolent energy, Sha Qi, and resentment accumulated by countless lonely ghosts who could not be reincarnated over thousands of years... These energies converged together, turning into a raging Torrent that assaulted Ying Zhou's mind.

At the same time, the evil spirits and vengeful ghosts in the River of Forgetfulness, like cats smelling blood, shrieked and rushed towards Ying Zhou. These evil spirits and vengeful ghosts were male and female, old and young. As far as the eye could see, they were overwhelming, densely packed, and almost endless. Their faces were distorted, and their eyes were filled with resentment, as if they were enduring endless pain and torment. They stretched out their sharp claws, trying to convey their emotions to Ying Zhou make him one of them.

"Damn it, get out of my way!"

Ying Zhou roared and swung his sword diagonally, unleashing a burst of Gang Qi. Instantly, flesh and blood flew everywhere, limbs scattered all over the sky, and the filthy blood splattered on his body. It felt and smelled just like real blood, making it impossible to tell the difference between the real and the fake.

The pungent smell of blood stirred the Asura blood within Ying Zhou, and to make matters worse, the evil spirits were endless and impossible to kill. After a large number of them were cut down, the same number of evil spirits would emerge from the River of Forgetfulness, waving their arms and grabbing at him.

The whispers of evil spirits echoed in his ears, the stench of blood filled his nostrils, and all he could see were damned evil spirits and vengeful ghosts. Waves of negative emotions invaded Ying Zhou's mind, stimulating the Asura Bloodline within him and making his killing intent grow stronger, his eyes turning bloodshot.

Having studied at the Glazed Temple for a while, Ying Zhou knew that this was a sign that his bloodline power was about to go out of control. He quickly activated the "Prajna Demon-Subduing Heart Method" taught to him by Fadeng, calmed his mind, eliminated distracting thoughts, closed his five senses, and ignored all kinds of illusions and temptations.

"Kill, kill! Kill to your heart's content! There's no need to suppress yourself. Do whatever you want; that's what a truly exhilarating life is all about!"

"Don't you feel stifled living in this world wearing shackles? The strong bullying the weak is the proper order of the world. You take what you want and kill those you don't like. This is the world you crave most. Stop deceiving yourself; that's who you are."

"Heaven creates all things to nourish humankind, yet people still complain that Heaven is unkind. They do not know that locusts and pests swarm across the land, causing immense suffering to the common people and even to the king's subjects. Commoners die like dogs, while the nobles live in extravagance, favored by Heaven. This desolate land is not a human realm; to defy Heaven is to incur divine punishment. No one in the world is beyond killing; by the mandate of Heaven, kill, kill, kill!"

Even with his hearing blocked, seductive voices still echoed in Ying Zhou's mind, causing him to break out in a cold sweat, his Blood Qi to boil, and making it impossible for him to calm down.

In one corner of the illusion array, Qin Wujun, who was in charge of the array, looked at Ying Zhou, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed and practicing his internal energy, and sneered, "He actually cultivated Method Formula to suppress inner demons. Another unexpected variable... Fortunately, I specially prepared a backup plan."

Suddenly, the Conquest Demon Saber on Ying Zhou's body emitted a strange light, seemingly influenced by the formation, releasing a strong killing intent that instantly determined the outcome of the previously stalemate in the battle of wits, tipping the scales in its favor.

This Conquest Demon Saber was not a weapon prepared by the organizers, but an evil weapon brought by Qin Wujun from the Remote Heaven Society. He deliberately hid it in a location that Ying Zhou could easily find, all for this very moment.

"My son, this is the gift your father has prepared for you."

Ying Zhou struggled to hold on, but faced with the dual suppression of the formation and the demonic blade, he could not help but retreat step by step. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his body was filled with a fierce Sha Qi, as if possessed by a demon god. He was about to lose his mind.

"Brother Ying Zhou, wake up!"

Murong Wu had woken up at some point and, upon seeing this scene, hurriedly shouted.

"It's no use, he can't hear you." Qin Wujun glanced at him, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "But just in case, I'll kill you anyway. I think that will bring him closer to his true nature."

Just as he was about to make a move, One Sword suddenly pierced through the air and arrived.

"The Jade Tent, Bow at Midnight!"

The ghostly howl was like a madman. Xia Guanxue's One Sword was as fast as lightning, like a powerful crossbow bolt. Qin Wujun was caught off guard and raised his hand but failed to block the One Sword. He was pierced to the top of his head.

Bite!

Xia Guanxue's One Sword was blocked, as if it had struck a lump of iron.