Do Not Indulge In Evil Because It Is Small

An incense stick's worth of time later, led by several elders, the Emei disciples who had participated in this bandit suppression gathered before the mountain stronghold's gates.

Aside from the Emei disciples, there were also dozens of women, most of whom were quite attractive.

However, their expressions were not good, and some of their clothes were disheveled.

These were the women the bandits had captured over the past six months for their daily pleasure.

Scanning the crowd, Miejue spoke, "First, let's find out if any of them still have family alive. If they do, we'll help send them back. If they have nowhere to go, we'll bring them back to the city and have the disciples there help them find livelihoods."

Regarding Miejue's instructions, neither Juechen nor the other elders were unfamiliar with them.

Times were hard, and the fate of these defenseless women was even more tragic once they fell into trouble.

In the past, for these women or orphans who had suffered misfortune, under Miejue's guidance, everyone basically did their best, doing all they could within their power.

The rest could only be left to fate.

This was why, in the martial world, when Miejue was mentioned, although people would say she was ruthless, resolute, and often unreasonable, no one would criticize Miejue or Emei's usual conduct.

On the way down the mountain, some of the Emei disciples whispered amongst themselves, their faces flushed with excitement, while others were pale, their thoughts still immersed in the recent battle with the bandits.

This bandit suppression was not a major event, so the Emei disciples brought along were all those who had not yet seen blood, brought out for training.

Just as different people react differently to the same experiences, the same event experienced by different people will yield different reactions.

However, after experiencing some things repeatedly, most people tend to get used to them.

The martial world was like this.

Behind Miejue, Zhou Zhiruo appeared more silent than usual.

Gu Shaoan also remained quiet.

His thoughts churned, constantly replaying the recent battle with the bandits and identifying shortcomings from the fight.

Just then, Miejue's voice suddenly rang out.

"Shaoan, Zhiruo."

As the two looked up at Miejue, who had her back to them, she slowly spoke.

"Regarding Min Jun's matter today, you two must take it as a warning. Do not commit evil for its insignificance, nor neglect good for its smallness. Good is good, and evil is evil."

"As Emei disciples, you should hold benevolent thoughts and not indulge in evil due to its perceived insignificance."

Gu Shaoan and Zhou Zhiruo nodded in unison.

"Disciples understand."

Miejue let out a soft "Mm" and fell silent.

But the two clearly heard a sigh from Miejue afterward.

Her voice sounded weary from the wind and frost, filled with exhaustion.

An hour later.

In Yushan City, within a residence in the eastern part of the city, Gu Shaoan sat cross-legged, his expression serene, like a meditating monk.

Shortly after, feeling the Internal Energy in his body replenish, Gu Shaoan smiled inwardly.

The Emei Nine Yangs Technique originated from the Nine Yangs True Scripture.

In terms of Internal Energy recovery, it was already superior to ordinary Internal Cultivation Methods.

Furthermore, Gu Shaoan's foundation was incredibly solid, and the Emei Nine Yangs Technique First Layer had even reached Perfection.

This allowed the effects of the Emei Nine Yangs Technique to be fully realized.

Otherwise, how could Gu Shaoan, who had only cultivated for just over a month, have sustained such a prolonged battle on Heimu Mountain without his Internal Energy depleting?

"Knock, knock, knock."

Just then, Gu Shaoan suddenly noticed a figure pacing outside the door.

A knock sounded at the door.

"Junior Brother, are you asleep?"

Hearing Zhou Zhiruo's gentle voice, Gu Shaoan got up and opened the door.

What greeted him was Zhou Zhiruo's confused, pretty face outside the door.

Looking at Gu Shaoan, Zhou Zhiruo appeared somewhat embarrassed and lowered her voice, "Did I interrupt your cultivation, Junior Brother?"

Noticing Zhou Zhiruo's expression, Gu Shaoan first waved his hand, "I've finished cultivating."

Then, Gu Shaoan proactively suggested, "I just finished cultivating and wanted to get some fresh air."

As he spoke, Gu Shaoan stepped out of the room and sat on the threshold.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo sat down right beside Gu Shaoan.

The night was dark and windy. Looking up at the sky, it was pitch black, with not a single star visible.

But Zhou Zhiruo's mind was clearly not on the sky at this moment.

Gazing at the night sky, her eyes slightly unfocused, she said, "Little junior brother, tell me, Senior Sister Two has been in Emei for so many years, how could she die like this today?"

Without waiting for Gu Shaoan to respond, Zhou Zhiruo spoke again.

"And aren't we fellow disciples? Why would Senior Sister Two harm us? Did we do something wrong before to anger her?"

Gu Shaoan didn't rush to answer Zhou Zhiruo's question. Instead, he asked, "If, in the future, I do something to anger you, Senior Sister Four, would you harm me?"

Facing Gu Shaoan's question, Zhou Zhiruo didn't hesitate at all.

"How could that be? You are my junior brother. Even if you angered me, you are still my junior brother. How could I harm you?"

Gu Shaoan continued to ask, "What about Senior Sister One, Senior Sister Two, or Senior Sister Three?"

Zhou Zhiruo's small face was full of seriousness as she said, "Naturally, they wouldn't either."

Gu Shaoan nodded. "Then why do you think Senior Sister Two would harm us for that reason?"

"This..."

Zhou Zhiruo suddenly fell silent, unsure how to respond.

Then, Gu Shaoan spoke again, "Senior Sister, you need to understand that people