Cause and Effect (2)

True Person Yuxuan had never expected to get anything out of Yulan in the first place.

Yulan had been right about one thing: he was venting his anger.

It did not matter what Yulan said. He just wanted to beat him to let off steam.

Even if Yulan had broken down in tears and laid out every part of the plot, True Person Yuxuan had no intention of letting him go.

Fifteen years had passed. He had long since grown used to the chill of an empty sleeve brushing against his robe—an arm was all it was. Losing it was losing it.

But his beloved teacher, the old man who was always calling him "Xuan'er" and secretly slipping him sweet rice cakes; the fellow disciples he had grown up with, the companions who had practiced swordsmanship at his side and stolen rice wine with him late at night;

Even his dearest friend from another sect, the cultivator who had smiled at him during the Immortal Sects Assembly and secretly promised they would "compete again next time"... All those living, breathing people had died in the trap Yulan designed. They had not even been able to bring back their remains intact... Nothing was left.

And Yulan, the one responsible, showed not a trace of remorse. He had spent all these years hiding in the shadows, yet still dared to collude with demonic cultivators and plot the overthrow of the entire Profound Heaven Sect. Death was too good for a man like him.

If Yulan were not still useful, True Person Yuxuan would have tortured him to death with his own hands.

True Person Yuxuan's way of healing Yulan was so brutal it bordered on cruelty: with every punch he landed, he forced spiritual energy into Yulan's body, violently triggering his ability