Life and Death, Right and Wrong

"Heh heh!" Liao Xiaojin stroked a purple bracelet on his hand and chuckled sinisterly, "What a shame! That Heavenly Seal was destroyed by that detestable old Taoist. I didn't even get to strip anything off him, what a loss!" Liao Xiaojin still couldn't forget about the great seal.

"Mm!" Zhou Qing also lamented, "That old Taoist was quite a master, his cultivation was just a tiny bit higher than mine. His magical artifacts and flying swords were definitely not ordinary items. Unfortunately, under the Blood-Devouring Divine Saber, nothing can be left behind. However, the Langgan Ring in your hand is also a rare defensive treasure, exquisitely made. When the three of you fight together, you can form a Three Talents Formation. As long as it's not a top expert, I doubt they'll be able to break through your defenses."

"Master, you really are insidious. How could you ambush and instantly kill that old Taoist with such high cultivation? You were smiling so pleasantly beforehand, even we didn't know." Zhou Chen had become much more cheerful recently.

"That's right! That's right! Master, you are ruthless and cruel, turning your face faster than flipping a book. You are truly the epitome of smiling with a hidden dagger!" Liao Xiaojin chimed in, while carefully observing Zhou Qing's expression, wondering if he was embarrassed.

"Hmph! The Heavenly Dao, the Dharma Dao, the art of war is the way of deception. When facing an enemy, use it skillfully, it resides in the heart." Zhou Qing's expression was natural, without the slightest hint of embarrassment. "That old Taoist was himself pedantic and didn't know how to guard himself. If he had fled then, I really wouldn't have been able to do anything to him. If the matter had gotten out, we would have surely been beaten to a pulp by Mao Shan and the experts of the various Taoist sects by now. How would we have the leisure to sit here discussing right and wrong?"

"Master will give you all a good political lesson today!" Zhou Qing became more and more pleased with himself. "Cultivators seek powerful strength. The cultivation world is different from the secular world. The cultivation world only cares about life and death, not right and wrong, not good or bad. Even people in the secular world only talk about power, not justice. You must remember firmly, the battles between cultivators are extremely dangerous, life and death can be a matter of an instant. It's not like physical combat where there's room to hold back. In battles with magical artifacts and flying swords, one wrong move can lead to eternal damnation, complete annihilation, and not even the qualification to go to hell. Therefore, you must never hold back. Kill when you need to kill."

"Only life and death, no right or wrong!" Liao Xiaojin savored these eight words, finding them profoundly reasonable. Zhou Chen was different; she was a demon after all, and the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest, was her way. It was only after mingling with humans for so long that she had unconsciously picked up human habits. Now, hearing Zhou Qing's words, it was as if she had returned to her childhood in the mountains, where her father had always warned her this way. For a moment, she was lost in thought.

"Master, you said we killed those few Mao Shan disciples. Have they found out yet? Will they come after us?" Zhou Chen was still quite worried about this matter.

"What's there to be afraid of? Even if they find us, what can they do? Master's divine powers are unparalleled, he even instantly killed that Old Taoist Chen Kong with one blow. How many Spirit Transmutation experts are there in the cultivation world?" Liao Xiaojin flattered him shamelessly.

"Nonsense! That was a sneak attack, and coupled with the immense power of the Blood-Devouring Divine Saber, an ancient demonic artifact, I succeeded in one strike. If there were two, I wouldn't even have time to run. Even if I were made of iron, how many nails could I drive? Besides, the Blood-Devouring Divine Saber is extremely prone to backlash, and the Great All-Encompassing Godly Fiend Formation is incredibly vicious, as you all saw its power. Unless one's cultivation reaches the realm of the ancient Demonic Dao master Yu Hua, one cannot control it freely. Unless absolutely necessary, I dare not use it again." Liao Xiaojin had shot himself in the foot this time and was reprimanded by Zhou Qing.

However, when Liao Xiaojin thought of the scene at that time, and the barren forest that followed, he couldn't help but shiver, deeply agreeing.

"Chenchen, although your demonic aura is concealed by the jade talisman I made for you, skilled individuals might still see through it. You should stay put and cultivate peacefully. Once the storm passes, we will go find that Tianxuan Blood Demon and see if it can withstand the might of my blade. Hmph! It calls itself the Blood Demon, and my divine saber is called the Blood-Devouring, the names are in conflict, hmph!" Zhou Qing sneered.

Zhou Chen's heart suddenly leaped with joy. Since Zhou Qing had agreed to help, the chances of revenge had increased tenfold. She had previously doubted Zhou Qing's strength because he had been slightly inferior to the Tianxuan Blood Demon in their previous fight. But ever since she witnessed the might of Zhou Qing's blade that day, she had become utterly devoted to his strength.

Ling Fei also felt quite depressed. Not only had he been removed from his position as the leader of the Dragon Group, but the Dragon Group, despite being a small unit with only about a hundred members, indirectly controlled the movements of almost all the Taoist sects in China. Especially the newly added members of one unit, whose family influence was astonishing. The position of group leader was indeed a crucial and powerful one. Ling Fei's appointment as group leader was due to several factors: his own strong abilities; the Kunlun lineage being the leader of the Taoist sects, and as a Kunlun disciple, no other sect would voice any objections; and thirdly, his family's immense influence. His family's businesses were involved in almost every sector, and several family members held significant positions in the government's high echelons.

Ling Fei knew that this incident was a struggle between families. Xiang Hui acted insidiously and without regard for consequences. He had clashed with Ling Fei several times before. This time, seizing the opportunity, he had made a sudden move, and Ling Fei hadn't known anything about it beforehand. It seemed he had lost the upper hand in the struggle within his own family. He suspected that Shu Mountain might also have had a hand in this. The Shu Mountain sect, ever since the founding by Changmei Ancestor, had always been arrogant and looked down upon other sects. If it weren't for the exquisite and superior strength of Kunlun's Taoist methods, they would have long ago declared themselves the foremost Taoist sect in the world.

What was even more frustrating was that this time, when he went to seek his master and ask him to come out of seclusion, saying that the old masters of the Demonic Dao had reappeared, his master had listened with a strange expression, remained silent for a long time, and finally drove him out, telling him to find his own solutions. It seemed that if he didn't get to the bottom of this matter, he might not have a chance to turn things around.

Ling Fei flew through the high sky on his sword, dejectedly. Fortunately, it was night, otherwise, it would have terrified a large number of people. If the news got out, it would likely be another crime. Ling Fei's mind was in a whirl.

Chii! A golden light streaked across the sky, bringing with it a strong gale. Ling Fei was startled. This person was also a fellow cultivator, why was he acting so arrogantly, creating such a huge commotion? Even though it was night, it was highly inappropriate. In the blink of an eye, the golden light stopped in front of Ling Fei.

About thirty feet long and five feet wide, a young man stood on the golden sword light. The man wore a bright yellow Taoist robe, its hem fluttering in the night wind as if about to fly. He looked like an immortal. His appearance was exceptionally striking; anyone who saw him might immediately feel compelled to burn incense and worship him.