Hou Niao was very satisfied. He had helped someone who needed help-not only helping him find his wife, but also leaving this minor cultivator a path upward.
There was room for hatred, but letting hatred cloud the mind would mean losing more than one gained.
He was not one to let people off either, but he kept his anger within the framework of the law, unleashing and restraining it at will.
The law was not something to obey, but something to understand. He found himself leaning more and more in this direction, though he did not know whether that was good or bad.
He suddenly realized that the strategy he had once promised Chongling to pursue-striving to enter the demonic path and thereby divide Shanmen Quanzhen-was something he did not actually need to do deliberately.
He had a natural aptitude for it, yet used keeping his word to Chongling as an excuse.
This unexpected incident had shown him that his persistence still meant something. All sorts of strange things still happened in this space where yin and yang intersected. Once most of the ghosts and human cultivators left, certain things began to reveal themselves.
He encountered more human cultivators who had trespassed here attacking Underworld Bailiffs, merely to obtain a certain pure power of the netherworld. Likewise, he also saw Underworld Bailiffs encircling and hunting down human trespassers, merely for that wisp of pure yang energy that made yin spirits drool.
Each needed something from the other; each was the other's prey... but these incidents were small in scale and happened only occasionally, little ripples in the Shanyin Ghost Festival.
Both sides were cultivating beings. Hou Niao chose to turn a blind eye to their battles.
He also discovered that he was not the only human cultivator in no hurry