"Once you were in the martial world, you had no say over your own fate."
On the way home, Gao Xian suddenly thought of the saying for some reason.
He didn't regret killing the fat man. He just felt a little wistful, realizing that, without noticing, he had become the person he was now.
When he killed the fat man, he hadn't hesitated at all, nor felt the slightest pity or mercy.
"I've grown stronger," Gao Xian said to himself. "There's nothing wrong with that!"
In this world, people could be evil or vile, but they could never afford to be weak.
After spending more than half a year in this body, he had finally adapted to this world.
He wasn't the sort to be overly sentimental. It was either kill or be killed; there was nothing to deliberate over.
Second Master Meng had once said, "Your words need not be believed, and your actions need not be brought to completion. Do only what righteousness demands."
Gao Xian had a clear conscience, so he had nothing to feel guilty about.
When he got home, Gao Xian first went to his room and picked up Little Black Cat.
The door had been smashed to pieces, and the room was filled with Soul-Bewildering Powder. It was no longer fit to live in.
So Gao Xian took Little Black Cat to the alchemy room and lit the firewood. The enormous Alchemy Furnace quickly warmed the tiny room.
Little Black Cat might have breathed in a little Soul-Bewildering Powder. Fortunately, it didn't do any harm to the body; at most, it would sleep for two days.
Gao Xian put Little Black Cat down and began sorting through his spoils.
First was the fat man's storage pouch. It had held a corpse just moments ago,