Jing Wen suddenly knitted his brows, his fingertips unconsciously digging a bloody mark into his skin.
The baleful qi roiling in his Dantian flickered like a venomous serpent's tongue, nearly making him lose control of his killing intent.
"So that's it..." He stared at the black markings emerging on his palm and gave a cold laugh.
Jing Wen had never intended to spare these mortals who knew he was a Cultivator.
In his eyes, once mortals learned of the existence of Cultivators, they became ticking bombs carrying secrets, ready to unleash danger at any moment.
He refused to bear even the slightest risk of a leak. Killing them was undoubtedly the cleanest, most decisive solution.
But he could never allow the baleful qi to dictate his judgment.
If he let it control his mind, he would become a brute who knew nothing but slaughter, sinking into endless bloodshed and madness.
With his current strength, he was no more than an ant in the eyes of high-level Cultivators. Before long, those lofty powerhouses would easily wipe him out, bringing his path of cultivation to an end.
A white jade pill bottle appeared in his palm.
The instant the Iceheart Pill slipped down his throat, it felt as though a clear spring poured down through his head. The whispers clamoring to "kill them all" immediately faded.
He thought to himself, It looks like I can't stop taking these Iceheart Pills from now on. I'll have to keep suppressing the baleful qi inside me.
Jing Wen gradually regained his composure and looked outside the carriage.
The instant he had dealt with the bandits, he had secretly used his arts to plant tracking marks on everyone outside.
For now, he still needed these people to help with odd jobs and keep up appearances. Once