That power had originally been broken and feeble, difficult to wield. But after devouring that half-stalk of meridian-congealing grass, he could send it through the meridians into his opponent's body with a mere thought, devouring every last trace of vitality in this mortal bully's flesh and blood.
Ye Hui had not noticed that he no longer worried about revealing these "evil" powers before Yun Qing.
Back in the sect's supposedly "righteous" atmosphere, he had always been criticized for his ruthless conduct and sinister powers, dismissed as a follower of crooked paths unworthy of the orthodox Great Dao.
Yet at this moment, perhaps because of Yun Qing's earlier offhand remarks, or perhaps because the atmosphere in A Little Shop was simply too pleasant, he suddenly understood a few things.
All those distinctions between good and evil, all that talk of the orthodox Great Dao-it was all bullshit.
What sect did not live by the strong devouring the weak? What prodigy had not climbed step by step by plundering opportunities and seizing resources?
Had the Heavenly Pivot Sect not stood in the Human World for a thousand years precisely because it had swallowed smaller sects and plundered others' opportunities to grow into what it was today?
Ye Tianchen's nine-sun dao bone was righteous and honorable, yet his devouring of spiritual vitality made him a demon?
Ye Tianchen was surrounded by beauties and praised by everyone, while he, Ye Hui, was solitary and cold, and that meant his heart was crooked?
Absurd.
Cultivation in this world had always been for oneself. The strong reigned supreme, and the victors dictated the truth.
His devouring power was an asset he had been born with. What was evil about it?
With that single realization, the hesitation in Ye Hui's eyes vanished completely, leaving only bone-chilling malice