The Immortal Was Right to Kill Her

[Experience points +8]

Gao Yunyi's eyes widened, and his expression of disgust suddenly turned to delight.

He hadn't expected to gain experience from killing that hateful woman on a whim, much less that she would be worth more than a mountain bandit.

Apparently, the amount of experience depended not only on the target's strength, but also on their identity and status.

The woman's second uncle was a prefect, and judging by the way she dressed, her family background was certainly no ordinary one. That was why, even though she was too weak to truss a chicken, she was worth far more experience than an ordinary person.

Since killing her had earned him experience, what about the others?

Gao Yunyi instinctively turned his gaze to the constables and yamen runners behind him, who had collectively turned to stone.

It had been too fast, too clean, too decisive.

Even after the woman's head hit the ground, they still hadn't recovered from their feelings of indignation and resentment.

She wasn't a girl from an ordinary family, but the young lady of an official's household.

He had decided to kill her, and killed her,

as easily as crushing an ant on a whim.

But there was no denying it: it felt good. It felt so damn good.

It was pure relief and comfort, like biting into a chilled watermelon on a scorching summer day, refreshing them from the tops of their heads to their tailbones.

"Hiss..."

Everyone suddenly shuddered in unison, the hairs on their backs standing on end as an immense terror seemed to envelop them.

The bone-chilling killing intent came as quickly as it went. By the time everyone came to their senses, it had vanished without a trace.

They looked at one another, each wondering if they had just imagined it.

How could an immortal possibly attack them?

That joke wasn't funny at all.

Haha...

Hahaha...

In the end, Gao Yunyi managed to hold himself back.

He resisted temptation and conquered his inner demon. He held fast to his bottom line and didn't disgrace transmigrators.

Gao Yunyi looked away, afraid that if he looked at those experience packs a few more times, his Sword Qi would fly at them of its own accord.

He felt that something was a little wrong with him and needed to hurry somewhere private to calm down.

There were still some undamaged buildings in the stronghold. Gao Yunyi chose a clean room and went inside.

Only after he entered the building did the people outside breathe a heavy sigh of relief.

The pressure the immortal had put on them just now had been too great. That terrifying killing intent, so dense it seemed almost tangible, had left them gasping for breath.

Only when the immortal's figure had completely disappeared did the fear in their hearts recede like the tide.

Was he really an immortal and not a demon god?

They wondered, but none dared say it aloud.

What this immortal had done tonight had utterly overturned every beautiful fantasy they had held about immortals.

"I know what you're thinking, but from this moment on, none of you are allowed to think it."

Seeing his subordinates trembling and looking dazed, Constable Chen immediately rebuked them in a low voice.

In truth, he was the one who had been hurt most deeply tonight.

His kindness had been met with blame, his goodwill with scolding, and the favor he had done had been twisted into a grudge.

That slap had struck not only his face, but also his dignity and his whole view of the world.

The immortal had been right to kill her. He had done well to kill her.

Someone who couldn't tell right from wrong and repaid kindness with enmity deserved to die.

Constable Chen walked over, bent down and picked up his official uniform. Paying no heed to the blood and dirt on it, he put it straight back on.

This uniform was the only dignity and face he could lay claim to in his entire life. How could he let anyone trample on it like that?

"Listen up, all of you. This woman was killed by mountain bandits. It had nothing to do with the immortal. Bury this matter in your bellies. If I find out that any of you couldn't keep your mouth shut and let even a whisper slip, don't blame me, Chen Fei, for being ruthless."

Constable Chen fixed his men with a cold stare as he spoke in a stern voice.

An immortal was an auspicious blessing.

There could be no stain on his name.

If anyone found out that the immortal had killed this woman, not only would the prefect refuse to let them off, even the county magistrate would not spare them.

The immortal would be fine, but they would surely die without a place to be buried.

Seeing their boss's cold, grave expression, everyone understood the seriousness of the matter and swore they would not let it get out.

But a verbal promise alone was useless. They had to take concrete action.

Only then would they be grasshoppers tied to the same rope, sharing in one another's glory and downfall.

So Constable Chen told each of them to slash the woman's corpse once.

Now they hesitated, struggling with the choice.

They were held back by morality and the law, and by the guilt in their hearts.

But Constable Chen said no more. He wanted his men to make the choice themselves.

His saber slowly slid half an inch from its sheath, and a fierce killing intent brewed faintly in the depths of his eyes.

He waited,

waited for their choice.

If anyone ultimately failed to follow orders, his blade would plunge into that person's chest without hesitation.

At a time like this, kindness and mercy would only drag them all into an abyss of certain death.

He had elders above him and children below him, and he would never allow that to happen.

"Clang—"

An older constable drew his saber and stepped out of the crowd.

"The boss is right. If you don't want to die or drag your families down with you, do as he says. Womanly mercy will only get us all killed."

After shouting this, the older constable brought his saber down hard on the woman's corpse.

Seeing someone take the first swing, the others hesitated no longer. They drew their sabers, walked over, and hacked wildly at the woman's corpse.

It was as if they meant to vent all the humiliation and anger they had just suffered on her corpse.

Just like that,

the woman's headless corpse was hacked into mincemeat.

In a room somewhere in the stronghold,

Gao Yunyi was in no hurry to inspect and sort the spoils he had acquired in his inventory, nor did he pay any attention to what was happening outside.

Killing intent was surging in his heart, and he could barely control himself.

He couldn't understand it. Although he had slaughtered his way through games before, those had only been games.

In real life, he had never even killed a chicken.

He was an introverted shut-in with social anxiety. Why did he have such a strong urge to kill?

Could it be that, deep down, he actually harbored a ruthless, innately vicious antisocial personality?

He was a born fiend.

Damn...

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

He was a well-educated, upstanding young man.

Back in kindergarten, he had even won the Outstanding Baby Award for excellence in moral, intellectual, physical, and labor education.

Appearances. They were all appearances.

Hallucinations. They were all hallucinations.

So it definitely wasn't his problem. It was a problem with this game.

Right. Exactly. Absolutely right.

After comforting himself for a while, Gao Yunyi immediately began considering how to solve the problem.

If his current condition appeared in a novel, it would probably be a warning sign of Qi Deviation.

Although he didn't know what the consequences would be, they certainly wouldn't be anything good.

That was it.

He just had to find a way to calm his heart.

An idea flashed through Gao Yunyi's mind.

He found a clean patch of floor in the room and sat cross-legged, palms facing the sky and eyes half-closed, entering a state of meditative concentration.