"What are you going to do?!" Yongjie stared at Wugou, fear creeping into his voice. "Wugou, don't do anything rash. We can talk this out. I was wrong this time. I shouldn't have coveted your treasure. It was..."
Before he could finish, pain stabbed through his head.
Lou Yunxiao had already done as instructed.
"I was just wondering where to release all this Demonic Aura. Giving it to him works nicely."
Lou Yunxiao treated Yongjie as a storage vessel, transferring all the Demonic Aura drifting around him like black flames into the other man.
The Demonic Aura entered Yongjie's body and gradually took over his consciousness.
Before long, he became a demon, baring his teeth as though ready to devour someone.
Just as he was about to strike back at Lou Yunxiao, several chains shot out of the formation beneath his feet and bound him tightly.
The next instant, Wugou's staff pierced his chest.
Blood flowed from the wound. The delicate, fair-skinned young monk wore an icy expression.
Rather than a compassionate disciple of the Buddha, he looked like an asura from hell.
Before the last light faded from Yongjie's eyes, he told him, "Now that you've become a demon, you're no longer my fellow disciple. Killing you is perfectly justified.
This is the world you wanted, where the strong reign supreme."
He cultivated the Buddhist path, but he also cultivated his own destiny.
He could be the kindest, and the cruelest.
Yongjie had sown the cause, so Wugou delivered the consequence.
Otherwise, he would only suffer dearly for it later.
Lou Yunxiao let go, and Yongjie collapsed to the ground.
He released fire to burn the body.
Wugou pressed his palms together, finished reciting the sutra to deliver the dead, and tossed his staff to Lou Yunxiao.
"Take it.