I Don't Want to Kill Anymore

Gu Changqing stood proudly in the depths of the starry sea, bathed in Nether Flowers.

Whether it was the influence of the Heavenly Dao phenomenon or something else, boundless sorrow surged within his heart.

Endless grief.

Someone like Wang Teng could no longer be judged by good or evil.

Of those who had attained Supremacy, whose feet were not piled high with corpses? Whose feet were not awash in blood like a raging flood?

But in the end, the man bore him no grudge!

Gu Changqing's thoughts were tangled, and he felt unbearably stifled.

He wanted to throw away the list and walk away, but how could he ever repay the Old Sword Saint's mountain-high grace as his master?

Without the Old Sword Saint, how could he have hoped to become a sword cultivator? How could he have had the chance to avenge his parents' Blood Feud?

After struggling for a long while, Gu Changqing groaned in anguish. "In this world, nothing can satisfy both sides. Wang Teng, perhaps you should not die by my hand, but my master's grace weighs heavily upon me. I have no choice but to repay it."

Sorrow filled Gu Changqing's heart as he bowed deeply toward the endless void.

He had tempered this sword only to defy the injustice of fate, yet now he had no choice but to be toyed with by fate once more.

How truly laughable.

His expression gradually turned cold.

Spreading open his hand and glancing at the list, Gu Changqing's figure abruptly vanished from the sea of stars.

In the days that followed.

Gu Changqing traveled tirelessly across the Northern Profound Continent.

He was now the Sword Sect's strongest disciple, and the names on his assassination list were all the hardest to deal with.

Yet it was as if he had truly become invincible beneath the heavens. Wherever he went, not a single person could halt his steps.

Overnight, countless top experts vanished from the mortal world, plunging the entire Northern Profound Continent into panic.

There were many names on Gu Changqing's list.

During these days, he had chosen to kill only those steeped in great evil, hoping to ease the burden on his own heart.

But no matter how many such utterly wicked people there were, eventually he would kill them all.

Where in this world could there be so many utterly wicked people?

Many were kind and decent folk. They obeyed the rules and treated others well, yet their names still appeared on the list.

That day.

Gu Changqing sat atop a solitary mountain peak, lost in thought for an entire day and night.

After wrestling with himself for a long time, he stared at the few remaining names on the list and finally rose once more.

There were always some things in this world that had to be done.

He bore a Blood Feud as vast as an ocean, and it was already hard enough to wander this world alone. What right did he have to concern himself with others?

Gu Changqing smiled bitterly and rode a divine rainbow into the sky.

This time, he came to the Lower Realm, the place where he had once lived.

The Northern Profound Continent itself was vast, with countless Immortal Mountain Treasures. Many hidden families had even rooted themselves within certain realms of time and space, while the Immortal Realm's forbidden lands concealed who knew how many secrets.

There were also the Thirty-three Heavens, each one occupied by clans mighty enough to suppress an age.

The so-called Lower Realm was merely one corner of the Northern Profound Continent, and the lowest stratum of the entire continent.

Returning to his old home, he could not help but feel deeply moved.

Once, Gu Changqing had merely been one among countless mortals, struggling to survive. Yet after only a few years, he had become a peerless Sword Venerable. With a single thought, he could erase the entire Lower Realm.

He arrived at a village in the Lower Realm called Canghai Village.

This time, his targets were a married couple. They had once been cultivators of an immortal sect and knew far too many secrets of that sect.

Knowing that the immortal sect had developed murderous intentions toward them, the two had hidden themselves in this vast Lower Realm.

But no matter how deeply they hid, how could they escape the Heavenly Secrets Sect's secret intelligence net?

Gu Changqing swept down into the mortal world.

Before him stood a thatched cottage.

Just as he was about to enter the courtyard, Gu Changqing suddenly froze.

Because there were two children in that courtyard.

A boy and a girl, clearly a pair of siblings.

Gu Changqing's features were cold and stern. He walked the path of the Invincible Sword Heart; even without revealing the slightest aura, he inspired fear in others.

On top of that, he carried a woodcutter's axe. No matter how one looked at him, he did not resemble a good person.

The little boy seemed startled. He immediately shielded his younger sister behind him and watched Gu Changqing warily.

At this moment.

Gu Changqing's heart began to pound rapidly.

That sword heart of his, one that had made even Supremes fearful, one that had never flinched even when standing against the Heavenly Dao, was wavering now!

Those two youths were so much like Gu Youwei and him!

Gu Changqing stood there in a daze for a long while, but in the end, he did not step into that courtyard.

Leaning against the courtyard wall, he pondered for a long time. At a certain moment, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.

His figure vanished once more. This time, he went to the Sword Sect.

When Gu Changqing returned to the Sword Sect, the Old Sword Saint smiled so broadly that the corners of his mouth seemed ready to reach his ears.

Gu Changqing had never seen his master smile so happily before.

"Changqing, now that you're back, stay with your master a few more days. Let us master and disciple have a proper talk. You should also get some rest. After running about for so long, you must be tired."

The Old Sword Saint patted Gu Changqing's shoulder, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

He truly admired Gu Changqing.

Over these past days, as Gu Changqing traveled everywhere, the Heavenly Secrets Sect's assassination efficiency had risen dramatically.

Formidable enemies who had once been difficult to erase had all vanished from this world.

And throughout this process, the Heavenly Secrets Sect's prestige had nearly reached the most glorious height in its history. All of it was thanks to Gu Changqing alone.

As his master, he had recently earned the Heavenly Secrets Sect Master's praise as well, receiving no small number of gifts from the Heavenly Secrets Sect.

These days, he often sighed that the most correct thing he had ever done in his life was taking Gu Changqing as his disciple.

Not only could he share his master's burdens, but when Gu Changqing's might shook the Three Realms in the future, he, as Gu Changqing's master, would be revered by the world as well!

Yet at this meeting, Gu Changqing was exceedingly cold.

He merely took out that list from his robes and said flatly, "I killed everyone who could be killed. As for those I haven't killed, I don't want to kill them anymore, and I won't kill them!"

At that moment, the Old Sword Saint's expression—

After deflecting Cao Yuwei's attack this time, Mei Gongzi did not rush to counterattack. She simply stood still where she was.

Cao Yuwei's brows furrowed slightly. Was this little girl's perception truly so keen? After he had forged flames into armor, he still had other methods at his disposal. If Mei Gongzi had pressed forward with an attack, he was confident he could use those methods to restrain her. But she did not advance, forcing the ability he had prepared to unleash to be interrupted.

His war blade slashed out again, its surging blade intent even stronger than before. Cao Yuwei moved with his blade, man and blade as one, charging straight at Mei Gongzi.

The Heavenly Secret Plume in Mei Gongzi's hand unleashed the Heavenly Mysterious Circle once more, and with an instant shift, she switched positions. While neutralizing his attack, she also broke his lock-on. In the next instant, she was already somewhere else. A flash of golden-red light flickered across Cao Yuwei's body. Had she not dodged so quickly, another ability would undoubtedly have descended upon her.

A battle of attrition! She seemed determined to wear Cao Yuwei down.

Yet no one doubted the origin of this ability. After all, the Peacock Demon Race's most adept innate gift was Stellar Transposition. Her technique carried the same wondrous effect through a different path as Stellar Transposition.