Immortals Are Far Too Unreasonable

Sha Pingwei was fleeing, running for his life.

Though his head was full of fog and his belly full of questions, he knew perfectly well that the only thing he could do now was run.

No wonder his heart had been so uneasy today, his sense of danger so intense. An immortal had come to kill him.

But why did the immortal want to kill him?

He simply couldn't figure it out.

Could it really be that good and evil received their due, and the immortal was carrying out justice on heaven's behalf?

But there were countless people in this world burdened with terrible sins. Why had the immortal singled him out?

When it came to doing evil, he wasn't even worthy of carrying some people's shoes.

But Sha Pingwei didn't dare ask the immortal for an answer. Beneath that majestic heavenly sword, his nerve and courage had all turned to ash.

Severed heads and limbs were everywhere, blood and screams everywhere. The entire headquarters seemed to be shrouded in a bloody mist.

The immortal was too ruthless, too vicious,

He had never seen a slaughter like this in his life, one that began without a single word.

Even two gangs about to fight would at least exchange a few threats first.

But the immortal was something else.

He didn't even give people the chance to speak.

It was far too unreasonable.

Sha Pingwei had clawed his way up from the bottom, relying on more than just ferocity and courage, and more than his skill in dealing with people.

He also had a knack for escaping death.

When to move, which corner to slip through, which direction to take—there was an art to all of it, and experience behind it.

Screams rang in his ears, flesh and blood flew before his eyes,

Yet like a rat lurking in a shadowy corner, Sha Pingwei hid here and dodged there, somehow escaping without a scratch.

At that moment, he was immensely glad he had summoned all the gang members directly under him back from around the city.

They had held up the immortal's slaughter, giving him a chance to escape.

The foundation he had spent half his life building was about to be destroyed in a single stroke, and Sha Pingwei's heart felt as though it were being carved with a knife.

But what could he do? Seek revenge on an immortal?

Watching that moon-white immortal figure kill people as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, Sha Pingwei was nearly scared to death by the thought that had flashed through his mind.

An ant trying to shake a tree, a mantis raising its arms against a chariot—that would be courting death.

Sha Pingwei was no such fool. Never mind doing such a thing, he couldn't even think about it. Who knew whether immortals had a mind-reading immortal technique?

If his foundation was gone, he could build it again. If his gang members all died, he could recruit more. But if he himself was gone, that would truly be the end of everything.

He can't see me... can't see me...

Sha Pingwei repeated the words in his heart as he slipped toward the back gate like a loach.

But clearly, plenty of others had the same idea. Even a hundred motionless pigs couldn't be killed in an instant, let alone a crowd of people running in every direction.

So when Sha Pingwei neared the back gate, he spotted several quick-witted disciples running this way too.

At the sight of their gang leader, the terrified disciples looked as though they had found someone to rely on, their eyes lighting up at once.

"Gang leader... gang leader..."

Crying and shouting, they all ran toward him.

At the sight, Sha Pingwei was so frightened his hair stood on end and his face turned deathly pale.

One person was a small target; the immortal might not notice him.

But a group of people? Unless the immortal was blind, there was no way he wouldn't notice.

Don't come over here!

Sha Pingwei screamed in his heart. By now, he even wanted to kill every one of those disciples.

But before he could act, a blaze of scarlet light dyed half the sky red.

Fierce, chilling Sword Qi swept from the front courtyard into the back in an instant, like a raging torrent.

Every obstacle in its path crumbled and collapsed as though made of paper, swept away with crushing force.

The disciples running toward their gang leader had vanished without a trace, reduced to ash without even a corpse left behind.

Sha Pingwei slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the spot where the disciples had disappeared.

He glanced at the long, deep, charred trench stretching across the ground from the front courtyard to the back. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.

Just now, he had almost thought he was certain to die.

The feeling of facing death had been utterly terrifying.

Fortunately, his life was tough enough that he had escaped death yet again.

With difficulty, Sha Pingwei recovered from his overwhelming terror and turned to look at the back gate, only to find that the courtyard wall had collapsed and blocked it.

His escape route was gone.

If he wanted to get out alive now, he could only go through the front courtyard's main gate.

Sha Pingwei staggered to his feet. There was no despair at his predicament in his eyes, only hope of escape.

He couldn't die here.

He still had lofty goals and ideals he had yet to achieve.

Sha Pingwei drew a deep breath, forcing down the fear in his heart and concentrating all his conviction and resolve into a single thought.

Live on. Live on. I must live on.

Whether his conviction had made a difference, or he was truly fated to escape death, he didn't know.

In the end, he actually made it alive from the back courtyard to the front.

The gate leading outside was right before him. Sha Pingwei's heart pounded like thunder with excitement and tension, his whole body trembled, and his eyes were filled with longing to survive.

The Crane King circled in midair with Xiaoya on its back, bored out of its mind.

In the great compound below, the slain lay everywhere and blood flowed in rivers. It wanted to help too, but its master wouldn't allow it.

After being tamed by its master, it had lost its freedom, but its intelligence seemed to have awakened somewhat, and its body and strength had grown much greater.

It felt terrifyingly strong now.

Yet it had nowhere to put that strength to use. It only wanted to go down and peck or claw someone, so why was that so difficult?

So boring... so boring...

Suddenly,

The Crane King's bird eyes narrowed sharply.

On the ground, it saw a human dressed differently from everyone else, sneaking furtively toward the courtyard's main gate.

He looked familiar.

It seemed to have seen him somewhere before.

The Crane King's newly awakened bird brain worked furiously, trying to remember.

Then,

It remembered.

It had happened several years ago.

At the time, it had been mounting a pretty female crane for some exercise when a group of people suddenly came to capture it.

This fellow had been leading them.

Though its own brilliance and prowess had kept it from being captured, the fellow had shot an arrow at it as it flew away.

As the saying went, enemies' eyes burned especially red when they met.

The Crane King's eyes turned crimson. It wanted to dive down at once and peck the fellow's face beyond recognition, repaying him for that arrow years ago.

But the moment it thought of its master's stern warning, it lost its nerve.

The Crane King squawked furiously in midair.

Sha Pingwei, who was almost within reach of the gate and whose heart had risen into his throat, heard the sudden piercing cry of the crane and his legs immediately went weak.

His very soul nearly flew out of him.