Su Che's accusation made a great deal of sense.
No matter how one put it, that unseen Celestial Venerable Guangyuan was an Earth Immortal of Mysterious Capital Palace. For such a mighty figure to ruin his own reputation—and even drag Mysterious Capital Palace into it—just to deal with a few insignificant nobodies was utterly unreasonable.
It made no sense at all.
"How can those old poisoners be regarded as normal people like us? Besides, this matter is not as simple as you think."
The Yin-Yang Dharma King let out a long breath.
"Young Su, what do you think of the common people of this world?"
The question caught Su Che somewhat off guard.
"People are the primates of all things, the ones most suited to cultivation, favored by Heaven and Earth..."
"I'm not talking about that empty nonsense."
The Yin-Yang Dharma King looked at Su Che gravely.
"If—and I mean if—there were a method by which killing ten thousand innocent commoners would let you attain the Dao of Longevity, would you do it?"
Ten thousand ordinary people?
Was Longevity that easy to attain?
"If killing ten thousand ordinary people could grant Longevity, that would be far too easy."
Su Che said, "I'd simply find countless poor and destitute people. So long as they were willing to die beneath my blade, I'd give their families and relatives a great sum of gold and silver. Heh heh, if young men were exempt, wouldn't those old men and women on the brink of death come rushing over for the sake of their grandsons and granddaughters?"
"I wouldn't kill them for nothing, either. I'd preserve their souls and send them off to reincarnate. After reincarnation, they'd never lack food or clothing, live happily into old age, and then enter the next cycle."
"A human