Liver Become Mortal Sword Immortal - Part 592

The Ancient Mine was a natural treasure trove, but last time he had angered those red-haired creatures. If he went in again so soon, they might swarm him, and that would hardly be worth it.

There were only so many ways and conditions for obtaining resources. If he wanted to get them quickly, these were pretty much his only options.

Of course, Patriarch had a point.

Planning was one thing, but he couldn't simply slaughter innocents. He could, however, do so indirectly.

As for innocence, who in this world was truly innocent?

Those who styled themselves as righteous sects wouldn't even lift a finger to save someone from death.

Take the Heavenly Dipper Sword Sect, for example. They could abandon ordinary people to their fate for the sake of a little profit. These immortals were cultivating a path that was far too heartless.

Yet cultivators acted in their own interests. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with that.

As for the kindhearted, even Buddhas stained their hands with blood.

What pushover ever made it to the end?

Who had wiped out Myriad Sword Pavilion back then?

They were all mighty experts, all at the Human Immortal Realm.

That was simply how the Cultivation World worked.

After the great calamities of the past two years, old acquaintances had departed. They had been wiped out just like that, so easily. They were like moths flying into the sky, yet still couldn't escape the clutches of evil.

That made his heart grow colder.

What kindness was there in this world? Anyone who made it to the end had blood on their hands.

And it wasn't as though they had done so without a care.

Half a month later, Yuan Xi laid two documents on his desk.

"This one concerns Qingqiu Mountain and