Why Should They Get to Be So Happy?

The young man sighed, slowly squatted down, and looked Xue Lan in the eye.

"The truth is important, but the method is equally crucial. Using violence to quell violence will only harm more people and make it even harder for the truth to surface." His words were cold, and his expression hardened.

"I was originally going to help you clear your name, but now I have no choice but to rid you of this evil on behalf of Heaven."

The young man raised his sword, ready to strike high into the air.

Xue Lan was in great pain, his body trembling, and he showed no reaction to the young man's sword.

Just as the sword was about to fall on Xue Lan's head.

Woman in White Dress appeared before Xue Lan, gently cupping his face in her soft hands.

"You did nothing wrong, Xue Lan. This isn't your fault; it's all their fault. Why did they arrest you without clarifying the situation? You're going to be beheaded tomorrow. You had no choice."

"You can't just die here like this; you still have to live with me, your sister."

Xue Lan's body suddenly stopped trembling.

His eyes became even more bloodshot.

"Yes, I'm not wrong, sister. I'm sorry, I... I actually forgot about you." Xue Lan shook her head, and a scarlet light burst forth from her body!

"No!" Xue Lan's voice was low and powerful, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with determination and hatred.

On what grounds?

Why should Heaven only let him experience these things?

He doesn't want to; he won't die here.

Upon seeing this, the young cultivator frowned, his sword trembling slightly, clearly shocked by Xue Lan's sudden burst of power. "Xue Lan, you..." Before he could finish speaking, Xue Lan's figure flashed before him like a ghost, his speed astonishing.

"I will find the truth myself! I don't need you high and mighty people to judge me!" Xue Lan's voice was as cold as ice. His hands were clenched into fists, and a scarlet light surrounded him, which was the release of the anger and power that had been suppressed deep in his heart for a long time.

The young cultivator's expression changed drastically. He never expected that Xue Lan could unleash such astonishing power in such a short time.

He hurriedly swung his sword to defend, the sword light flashing like a dragon, colliding with Xue Lan's fist and producing a deafening roar.

However, Xue Lan's strength was no longer what it used to be; every punch he threw contained destructive power, as if he wanted to crush anyone who stood in his way.

The young cultivator's Swordsmanship was exquisite, but it appeared utterly pale and powerless in the face of Xue Lan's ferocious power.

With a loud bang, the young cultivator was sent flying by Xue Lan's punch, crashing heavily into the wall, spitting out blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He never imagined that he, a disciple of the Immortal Sect, would be defeated by a mortal.

Xue Lan gave the young cultivator no chance to catch his breath. His figure flashed again, like a leaf in a storm, rapidly closing in.

The young cultivator struggled to get up, but he was too weak and could only watch helplessly as Xue Lan's fist drew closer and closer to him.

He quickly got up and moved away.

"I am a disciple of the Lingxuan Sect. Killing me will bring retribution."

He roared.

But Xue Lan ignored him and continued to swing his fists.

"You... you actually dare..." The young cultivator managed to utter a few words with difficulty. His eyes were filled with both fear and resentment. He had never imagined that he would die at the hands of a mortal, let alone that his cultivation in the Immortal Sect would be so easily defeated.

Xue Lan did not respond; his face was expressionless, only his bloodshot eyes revealed the resolute determination and madness within him.

With a sudden leap, he threw another punch, the wind whistling and creating bursts of air explosions as it hurtled towards the young cultivator.

The young cultivator mustered all his strength to raise his longsword, its blade flashing, attempting to block the fatal blow.

However, Xue Lan's power was far beyond his imagination. The force of his fist was like a torrent, unstoppable, instantly shattering the longsword and continuing to strike the young cultivator's chest with undiminished force.

"Pfft!" The young cultivator's body was struck as if by a giant hammer. He flew backward and crashed heavily into the wall before sliding helplessly to the ground. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were wide open, filled with resentment and despair.

He clearly wanted to help; he clearly wanted to clear his name.

Why did you die here?

The young monk couldn't understand it, nor did he have the chance to understand it.

Xue Lan stood there, panting. His eyes gradually regained a sliver of clarity, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper anger.

He looked around, but there was no one in sight.

They all ran away.

He strode toward the village, each step leaving a bloody mark on his foot.

Back in the village.

He knocked on the door of a family of three.

The family is currently enjoying a happy meal together at the table.

Seeing Xue Lan's reaction, the three of them immediately showed expressions of disgust.

"You beast, why are you back? Get out of here!"

The male homeowner got up and tried to push Xue Lan away.

But the next second, a hand pierced through his chest.

The male homeowner's eyes were wide with anger.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Ah!"

The mother and daughter's terrifying screams instantly echoed throughout the entire house.

But the next second, both of their heads were severed from their bodies.

Xue Lan walked out of the house.

He wanted to end it all; he wanted those people to experience his pain.

The villagers looked at this former "sinner" with surprise or fear, now returning in such a manner.

Xue Lan did not stop; he had only one thought in his mind.

Let those who have hurt him or misunderstood him feel the pain he has endured.

Why can they be so incredibly happy?!

I have a home, I have family.

We can eat together, without worrying about making a living or being bullied.

On what grounds?

"You... all deserve to pay the price." Xue Lan's voice was low and hoarse, each word like Curse squeezed from the deepest part of his heart.

His gaze swept over every face that had once looked down on him with disdain and indifference, and those faces turned pale and powerless under his bloodshot eyes.

Without further ado, Xue Lan began to act.

His movements were swift and precise; every punch and kick landed precisely on those who had once bullied him.

The villagers panicked and scattered in all directions, but where could they possibly escape to in this confined space?

However, Xue Lan felt no pleasure whatsoever amidst this bloody revenge.

On the contrary, his heart was filled with emptiness and confusion. He realized that even if he could kill everyone who had ever hurt him, he would not be able to erase the deep-seated pain and despair.

"Why... did it turn out like this?" Xue Lan murmured to himself, his voice filled with helplessness and despair. He seemed to see himself wandering in endless darkness, unable to find a way out or see any hope.

Just then, a gentle voice rang in his ear. "Xue Lan, it's okay. Follow your heart. It's not your fault. They deserved to die anyway."

It was the Woman in White Dress; she had somehow appeared beside Xue Lan, gazing at him with caring eyes.