Respect for Life

Although she was quite shocked to see the roof of the Li Mansion's house broken through last night, Feng Xue was still a little uneasy when she saw a child less than 1.2 meters tall carrying a clearly newly made urn blocking her door.

"He was cremated already? That shouldn't be the case! Even though Li Jing didn't become an immortal, he shouldn't have died like this, right?"

Feng Xue looked at the carved wooden urn and grinned. The wood hadn't even dried before it was made into a box; it was bound to get moldy later!

Just as Feng Xue was about to say something, having casually tossed aside the salt in her hand, Nezha suddenly slammed into Feng Xue shin with a loud "whoosh!" and shouted:

"Mo Ju! Mo Ju! Xiao Mu, Xiao Mu was strangled to death by my dad! Aaaaaaah!"

"Uh..." Feng Xue grinned. He knew Xiao Mu was dead, but making a wooden coffin for Wooden Person... wasn't that a bit too much of a performance art?

Although he thought this way, Feng Xue could still understand a child's feelings for a pet. He stepped aside from the doorway, leading Nezha into the house while pretending to be indifferent, and said:

"It's just a Wood Spirit, isn't it? You killed one of mine before, I can just give you another one."

Upon hearing Nezha's face immediately puffed up, and he angrily retorted, "How can this be the same! Xiao Mu stayed with me for three or four days!"

"You're this sad Wooden Person you company for three or four days and then it died. Wouldn't it be even more painful for someone who has raised a child for decades to die?"

Feng Xue rolled her eyes, Nezha was immediately furious. He wanted to say something, but then he suddenly remembered his conversation with Mo Ju when they first met, and he suddenly stopped crying.

Seeing Nezha suddenly freeze in place as if he had been Body Immobilization Technique place, Feng Xue took the coffin from his hands, took out the wooden Little Figure inside, and looked like a forensic doctor preparing to dissect the dead to reveal the truth.

Just then, Nezha suddenly raised his head and said blankly:

"But I have 1,700 kills on me..."

"Just listen to that nonsense. You think you can judge whether you've committed murder based on your birth date? Do you know there are thousands of people born on the same day, month, and year as you? If each of them committed 1,700 murders, how many people would you have killed? If you really feel guilty, there's an ant hole outside the door. Pour boiling water on it; that should kill a thousand or eight hundred. If you're still worried, pour it on a few more. Maybe the Lord of Mount Tai will even feel indebted to you!"

"Ah, this..." Nezha was stunned by Feng Xue's words, and for a moment he even forgot his sadness. Seeing this, Feng Xue stood up, reached out and patted the child's head, saying:

"Don't believe in fate. If someone tells you that, it's only because they want you to do it. I don't object to killing, because there are always people in this world who deserve to die. But killing shouldn't be because of fate. It should be something you think about carefully and understand the consequences of. Actually, I don't like talking to children about this because I think you're not at the point where you should be considering these things. But since you've encountered this situation, I might as well say it."

"What he's carrying..." Nezha's little face showed a thoughtful expression. Feng Xue nodded and pointed to the Xiao Mu lying on the table.

"You're so heartbroken over the death of Xiao Mu. If you killed someone, their relatives, friends, parents, and siblings would be even more heartbroken. The more you resent the person who killed Xiao Mu, the more people will inflict even stronger resentment on you. If you're not prepared to bear the resentment of these people, then don't talk about killing people so casually."

As Feng Xue activated her [Imparting Knowledge and Teaching] power to impart her views on killing and being killed to Nezha, she sat back down on the stool and gently tapped the Wooden Person's chest with a Xiao Mu wooden hammer.

The Little Figure wooden figure seemed to be electrocuted, jerking violently. Nezha instantly forgot to ponder Feng Xue's rather profound teachings, staring wide-eyed and exclaiming:

"Xiao Mu isn't dead?"

"No, it's dead, but not quite dead yet." Feng Xue shook her head, reached out and stroked the Wooden Person's head, then explained:

"The Wood Spirit I gave you was newly formed, to make it easier for you to raise and teach it. Although it's relatively fragile, it's also less rigid. This way, once I teach you how to form Wood Spirit, you can revive it yourself. However, judging from its current state, it can only last for two more hours at most. If you can't learn within two hours, then it's beyond saving."

"If you can teach me, then you definitely can, right? Please save him!" Nezha immediately seized on the loophole, but Feng Xue simply shrugged and said:

"This method requires using your own spirituality to repair the Wood Spirit. Although it doesn't cause any harm, once you use it, the Wood Spirit will recognize you as its master. If I try to save it, it won't recognize you anymore. Are you sure you want me to do it?"

"..." This time, Nezha was silent for only a short time before nodding vigorously and saying:

"Teach me first, and if I can't learn it, then I'll be begging you to save it!"

"Oh, this time it's somewhat decent. Here, I'll teach you how to separate your own Spiritual Light..."

Nezha's talent was truly first-rate, and it could also be due to the fact that Feng Xue 'Imparting Knowledge and Teaching power was indeed amazing. In just half an hour, the child learned the initial stage of Martial Way Will. With a little manipulation, the "degraded Gu Poison Body" that Feng Xue called the Wood Spirit was completed.

Of course, that's not quite right. After all, the "Wood Spirit Method" is just a way to absorb the characteristics of the Gu Poison Body in nurturing spirituality and dividing consciousness. Compared to the Gu Poison Body, it's more like separating a wisp of its own spirituality and transforming it into an independent individual. If you have to say, it's closer to the concept of External Incarnation in the Xianxia world.

However, for Nezha now, Puppetry Technique and Stand Method are unimportant; these techniques are merely a means for him to save his "friends."

Seeing Xiao Mu climb back up from the table, though still struggling a bit, Nezha was overjoyed. He held him very carefully, not even daring to give him any direct commands.

However, that subtle spiritual feedback and connection made Nezha clearly feel that his relationship with this friend was becoming closer.

Seeing the little guy laugh, Feng Xue also smiled. But just then, Nezha suddenly became serious and said earnestly:

"Thank you, Master!"

"No, I'm not your master!" Feng Xue quickly waved her hand, but Nezha said very seriously:

"Master, you taught me, so you are my master!"

"..." Feng Xue stared directly into Nezha's eyes, their eyes meeting for a long while, before she finally said with dissatisfaction:

"You're not planning to cause trouble and blame me, are you?"

"Master, how can you be so unserious! I'm being very serious!" Nezha immediately showed his displeasure upon hearing this, but Feng Xue shrugged and said:

"Whether you're serious or not, I didn't really intend to... Oh well, since you call me master, I should teach you something. Hmm, I Think you have extraordinary talent, a one-in-a-million woodworking prodigy. This 'Comprehensive Guide to Trendy Woodworking' is for you!"