Ding Ling did not kill Mathilda's parents simply because he felt there was no need.
They were merely robots for farming points.
Once he had used them, throwing them away was the best option.
But they were Mathilda's parents, and Mathilda had decent cultivation talent. Besides, she was utterly devoted to him. Out of consideration for the Buddha's Palm, even if it was only for Mathilda's sake, Ding Ling would not crush them to death.
Of course.
That did not mean Ding Ling would let them off easily.
He had already obtained the Sovereign Light.
Naturally, he would no longer indulge Mathilda's parents. Sending them a few Bad Luck Talismans and making them live in misery for the rest of their lives, wishing they were dead—that was the best outcome.
Simply letting them die would be letting them off too easily.
A foreign land.
A breathtaking Great Estate.
Mathilda wore a dress and danced gracefully across the grass like an elf. Set against the flowers and bathed in the rosy glow, she was even more stunning.
She had already been here for several years.
She had grown up smoothly and reached adulthood. Under Ding Ling's guidance, she had become a top student, a martial arts expert, and a master marksman. She was proficient in everything from the qin and chess to calligraphy and painting.
At university and in society, she had countless admirers.
She was one of the world's universally acknowledged goddess-level figures.
Her pursuers could circle the earth several times.
But she had eyes only for Ding Ling.
Even though Ding Ling rarely appeared before the public, many people wondered how some obscure nobody could possibly be worthy of a goddess like Mathilda.
But Mathilda not only did not care, she would angrily retort to anyone who questioned