Chapter 21: Conscience (Part 2)

Enemies are all around, watching closely.

The candlelight flickered in the bamboo house, lengthening and darkening people's shadows.

The young boy Jian Shiyuan had a pale face and said nothing. His long hair stuck to his shoulders like a shadow.

Jian Shiyuan looked solemn and patiently waited for the main event to begin.

"Where did you get the money?"

——The person sitting asked

The young man Jian Shiyuan's throat was dry, and his eyes were filled with a suppressed luster in the candlelight.

Jian Shiyuan remained indifferent

"Don't try to fool me with excuses. I've investigated you, and you can't make that much money with your pharmaceutical skills. You've bought a lot of things these days, and that thing you're carrying on your back, is it a magical weapon? Take out anything that doesn't belong to you."

A lot of things: a few more chickens every day, a few more pairs of shoes, a mid-grade Xuan-level long sword, and five taels of silver lent out.

The young man Jian Shiyuan was very cautious. He wrapped his most valuable sword with a cloth strip and disguised it as a huqin.

Such a flaw and these few things actually attracted this group of jackals.

They monitor everyone in Ping'an Town completely, and record their property, income, and expenditure in detail. If there is even the slightest thing wrong, they will bite and surround them!

This world! This human world!

No wonder there are no "adventures" in Ping'an Town. This is a place where even rumors and stories cannot thrive!

The young boy Jian Shiyuan realized that something was wrong with this "simple" town.

The people here lack imagination. Drunkards and gamblers would not dare to make up stories about "windfall" or "unearthing rare treasures" and other adventure stories when they brag about themselves. This is obviously unreasonable.

Perhaps after generations of domestication, the townspeople have lost their imagination, and the concepts of "good luck" and "an overnight turnaround" no longer exist in their minds.

Perhaps the Tiger and Leopard Gang was keeping too close an eye on them, and the townspeople were afraid of causing trouble, so they didn't dare to speak out.

No matter which situation it was, the young Jian Shiyuan found it ridiculous and pathetic.

What kind of world would deprive ordinary people of the right to daydream?

They were born ordinary, and the only chance for them to turn things around is sudden good luck, but a monastic group like the Tiger and Leopard Gang directly cuts off this path.

They kept ordinary people in captivity, domesticating them generation after generation, which eventually led to class solidification and a huge gap between monks and ordinary people.

How many groups like the Tiger and Leopard Gang are there?

Among the players, the smart ones have already thought of this.

Shui Jing Zhu bit his lower lip and sighed, "This corrupt world."

She watched the young man Jian Shiyuan silently take out spirit stones from his bosom, and said with lowered eyes, "While collecting herbs in the mountains, I found the remains of a monk and picked up these spirit stones. I spent some, and now these are all I have left."

The third in command, who was sitting on the chair, sneered repeatedly, "Still not being honest?"

The lackey beside him immediately scolded him, "Do you think you're doing a clean job selling purple gold? The Third Master gave you a chance, but you refused. Then you'll suffer! Come, give him fifty lashes with a heavy stick!"

As he spoke, some people surrounded him and tried to hold him down.

The players were worried, but Jian Shiyuan showed no expression.

——He is falling, falling rapidly!

In the candlelight, the young man Jian Shiyuan looked up and asked, his eyes clearly black and white, "How did you find out?"

He thought he was being cautious enough.

Gou Tui was very proud of himself. Obviously, he was very happy to catch Jian Shiyuan.

"You must know that the entire Ping'an Town is under the control of our Tiger and Leopard Gang. You, under the alias Huang San, roamed around various markets with unknown origins and motives, and you kept selling large pieces of purple gold. How could this not attract our attention?"

"How can a solitary cultivator in the mountains possess purple gold? It must have been embezzled by disciples of large sects or stewards of aristocratic families, or perhaps it was mined from a purple gold mine. Huang San is dressed in simple clothes, so he can't be a disciple of a large sect. We have connections with stewards of aristocratic families. How dare a solitary cultivator like you, who was born to me, show off in the market?"

"You must know that everyone has a history. Huang San has never appeared anywhere else except when selling purple gold. Even the most cautious person needs to rest and eat, right? Your Huang San appeared out of nowhere and then disappeared just as suddenly. Isn't that just a disguised identity?"

"The people of Ping'an Town are simple and honest. Apart from you, who doesn't work and have money? It's obvious that Huang San is just a fake identity you created!"

He laughed out loud.

The young man Jian Shiyuan was being held down by someone, but he was not panicked, only thinking, "So that's how it is."

Hearing Goupui's smug voice, Shenhong gasped, "This villain is too clever! Anyone else would be caught! If it were me, I'd probably be finished on the first day."

Shui Jing Zhu: "They calculated the income and expenditure of the entire town's residents and compared their daily consumption to find the leader."

Song Mu: "They had long suspected Huang San was a disguised identity, and when they heard that the Sect Master didn't make money by seeing patients, they immediately made the connection and came to arrest him that very night. With their speed, aren't they afraid of arresting the wrong person?"

Shui Jing Zhu looked at Song Mu and asked sarcastically, "So what if I catch the wrong person? I catch the wrong person, so what? I kill the wrong person, so what?"

Crimson: "What a bunch of lawless beasts!"

There was a fire burning in Song Mu's heart, making his whole body hot.

He looked at the young man Jian Shiyuan, whose arms were bound, his head lowered, his shoulders like fluttering butterfly wings, gently resting in the candlelight.

Under the light, the young Jian Shiyuan's face, as white as jade, revealed an unhealthy paleness. He lowered his head and muttered, "So there's a fatal flaw in my disguise. I know."

Goupui couldn't hear what he was saying, so he took a few steps forward, frowned, and asked, "What did you say? Speak louder!"

The young man Jian Shiyuan slowly raised his head. He was not fully grown yet, and had a bit of the youthfulness that is unique to teenagers. His skin was white and his lips were red. His eyes, which were like the texture of glass, were staring motionlessly. There was a vague figure in his eyes. The dog leg felt his mouth dry when he was looked at like that, and his eyes swept from top to bottom in a lustful manner.

This little thing looks really cool, why don’t you play with it for a bit before killing it?

He stretched out his hand to touch the face of the young Jian Shiyuan, and the young Jian Shiyuan suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled gently.

It was a smile familiar to the players. At that moment, they seemed to see two Jian Shiyuan overlapping!

When he smiled, it was like the ice melting in early spring, and all things came back to life. For a moment, Gou Tui forgot what to do.

His lips trembled with excitement - how beautiful

The young man Jian Shiyuan's bright red lips gently opened and closed as he said, "Next time, I won't make this mistake."

Suddenly!

I saw only a white light!

The cloth strips wrapped around the sword on the young man Jian Shiyuan's back broke, and the sword flew out freely. Jian Shiyuan thrust his elbow back and slammed it hard, knocking away the monks who had restrained him, and pierced through with the sword—

He was too fast and too skilled in using the sword, and the third in command of the Tiger and Leopard Gang only had time to exclaim "Not good"!

Looking again, the dog's leg was pierced through the heart by a sword, and he had a greedy smile on his face until his death.

The young man Jian Shiyuan's sword move was a killing move. His figure was ghostly and his movements were full of fearlessness and calmness. In just a few breaths, he repelled several monks, and many people died at his hands.

The third in command was furious and drew his sword to meet the enemy. Jian Shiyuan did not retreat but advanced instead, with a smile familiar to the players on his lips.

The players only saw several sharp edges, sword shadows and saber lights fighting back and forth.

The sword energy was so strong that the tables and chairs in the house exploded!

Crimson: "The villain dies because he talks too much, and you guys are forcing him to complain."

Shui Jing Zhu: "Oh no, someone is attacking from behind!"

Song Mu: "M, a group of people beat one! WM!"

The longsword came at him from behind, but the young Jian Shiyuan didn't dodge. With a mad smile, he swung his sword like the wind, sending out several rays of light with each swing. The Third In Commander had never seen such a difficult "prey" before. Seeing him rushing towards him recklessly, his strength was exhausted and he hurriedly dodged.

The young man Jian Shiyuan took advantage of the opportunity when he was dodging and was hit by a sword. His target was very clear. No matter how dangerous it was behind him, he only looked at the red cloud.

He finally caught his red fox, a smile on his face. He looked at the fox, threw it out the door, and threw it far away.

[Ling Yu, you look so pretty when you smile]

[You should smile more in the future]

good.

Everyone was surprised and realized that the fox that the young man Jian Shiyuan was willing to risk his life to get rid of was very important. Some of them quickly turned around and wanted to chase it!

How could the young Jian Shiyuan let them have their wish?!

"Stay, your enemy is me."

He had a gentle smile on his face, but the person opposite him felt terrified.

Now that Fox Nine was sent out by him, he has no weaknesses.

Thinking of this, he no longer suppressed the smile on his face, and swung his sword like a shadow, completely crazy and willing to risk his life!

The sword light, sword energy, and sword intent are blazing!

The young man Jian Shiyuan is like a candle that has burned to the end. The only light left is the desperate madness!

He knew in his heart that if he didn't kill them all, they would definitely send more people to capture him.

Even if he escaped, he couldn't escape the monks' search. Ping'an Town wasn't isolated; they had allies. If they didn't want to be hunted day and night, then they had to act! Kill them all!

Most of the cultivators who came to encircle and suppress were independent cultivators who had defected to the Tiger and Leopard Gang. They were just taking money and carrying out the mission. They didn't want to risk their lives. Seeing the young man Jian Shiyuan with bloodshot eyes and a look of being willing to exchange his life for another's, most of them were frightened and their moves became a little weaker.

The young man Jian Shiyuan took the opportunity to drive away everyone with his sword, and swung a sword at the third in command, forcing him to take a few steps back. While he was dodging, he seized the opportunity to break open the window and flew away.

The players followed the young man Jian Shiyuan and rushed all the way.

The young man Jian Shiyuan was seriously injured. He covered his abdomen and spat out blood while running. His face was pale and his eyes were dull. He was running towards the mountains. He wanted to lead this group of people to that place.

Jian Shiyuan followed the young man slowly and leisurely. With his current level of cultivation, it was not difficult for him to follow the young man. He even had the mood to appreciate his own embarrassed appearance.

It's time to end this play.

——He is falling, falling rapidly!

The Tiger and Leopard Gang would not let Jian Shiyuan go, and they chased him to the cliff.

The mountain breeze is blowing and the moonlight is bright.

The young man Jian Shiyuan had a dazzling smile. He remained calm and slowly led them back, and they would soon reach the place where the trap was set.

Wherever Jian Shiyuan arrived, he would leave a killing formation not far from his residence, so that he would have a chance to kill the enemy if he encountered an unexpected danger.

His personality is that even if he dies at the hands of the enemy, he will drag the enemy down with him!

He backed away slowly, a smile on his face.

The third in command had no idea what he was up to and thought he had no way to retreat, so he strode forward. There were several wounds on his thick arms, all left by the young Jian Shiyuan.

"You beast, today you will die without a complete body. I will extract your soul and refine it day and night!"

The young man Jian Shiyuan was not afraid and laughed back, "You also practice soul magic?"

"So what? What tricks are you trying to pull when you're about to die?"

Jian Shiyuan has retreated to the edge of the cliff, and one more step would lead to the abyss.

He had nowhere to retreat.

The third in command had a ferocious expression on his face and pressed forward even more recklessly. He held the copper-rimmed knife in his hand, and the blade ring on the back of the knife was vibrating, indicating that he was already angry.

The young man Jian Shiyuan stood at the edge of the cliff, smiling slightly. Seeing the third leader enter the battle formation, his heart was relieved.

He just casually snapped his fingers, and a bit of spiritual power activated the magic circle. The sky-high light instantly locked onto the third in command.

The third in command immediately felt something was wrong. He wanted to go out, but was tied up by several transparent chains. The chains became tighter and tighter, forcing him to his knees.

The young man Jian Shiyuan stood outside the magic circle, watching indifferently.

The long sword in his hand was aimed at the remaining monks

The third in command was tied up, so the monks naturally had to rescue him. Thinking of the methods used by the first in command, they went ahead without hesitation.

No matter how high they went, no one was willing to rush to the front and die. The young Jian Shiyuan attacked fiercely, and the monks had no intention of fighting to the death. The longer they fought, the lower their morale became. The young Jian Shiyuan felt a little more relaxed. Just as he swung his sword to kill the monk in front of him, a roar suddenly erupted from behind him -

The third in command who was originally tied up shattered the magic circle and rushed forward!

His eyes were red, his face ferocious and furious, "You forced me to use my ultimate life-saving move, burning my cultivation! You ruined my path! You must die today!"

The young Jian Shiyuan was seriously injured and his reaction was slow. The Third Master burned his cultivation and forcibly increased it. For a moment, he was unable to dodge and could only watch the flying knife coming at him.

The players couldn't bear to watch and turned their heads away.

Jian Shiyuan didn't move, and suddenly a tear rolled down his eyes.

There was no sadness on his face, only a tear rolled down.

——He knew clearly that he was falling into the abyss, he was hitting the ground.

The knife slashed towards the young man Jian Shiyuan with unstoppable force, and a red cloud rushed out from the bushes.

Hu Jiu was worried about the young man Jian Shiyuan, so he did not run away, but followed him quietly.

It was like a light cloud, hitting the blade, and blood splattered on the face of the young man Jian Shiyuan.

Red blood, bright and gorgeous

He opened his eyes wide, eyes wide in disbelief—

ah?

Ahhh——

"Fox Nine——"

Jian Shiyuan heard the sound of himself hitting the ground.

His heart, his body, and his five senses do not belong to him.

——He fell to the ground and it hurt so much!

Song Mu was also frightened by the fox's sudden pounce. He looked at the young Jian Shiyuan and saw that his eyes were filled with anger. It seemed that this was the only emotion left in the young Jian Shiyuan. He laughed crazily, and his laughter made a continuous trembling sound, "Hahahahaha——"

Then he swung his sword desperately. The third in command also went crazy and slashed at his shoulder. The young man Jian Shiyuan seemed to feel no pain and took the blow. His eyes were fixed on his sword, and the tip of the sword pierced the third in command's heart. He gripped the sword tightly and walked forward, pushing the sword harder.

At the same time, the blade also cut into his body.

Blood dyed half of the body red and black

The young man Jian Shiyuan seemed unaware of this, and the only thought in his mind was "I must kill him". His eyes were filled with pain, despair and anger.

He has lost all reason.

The third in command was pierced through the heart, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and desperately yelled, "Don't do it! If I die, Big Brother will make sure you are buried with me!"

When he met the eyes of the young Jian Shiyuan, he always felt that his pupils reflected his gray and dead appearance.

"You beast"

The young man Jian Shiyuan placed his hand on his heart and reached into his body along the blade.

"you"

The young man Jian Shiyuan exerted force with his hands and squeezed hard.

The sword also cut his hand, but he kept smiling and squeezed it hard as if he didn't know anything.

"No! Hurry up! Do you want to be punished by the boss?"

Dozens of monks attacked at the same time. Jian Shiyuan did not dodge, but squeezed his Qi and blood harder.

The third in command has lost his heart and blood, and is doomed to die.

The young man Jian Shiyuan was also knocked off the cliff by the cultivators.

He was falling, his eyes open, watching the scenery around him changing rapidly, branches whipping through his body, then being crushed by him, broken branches piercing his qi and passing through his abdomen, he looked like he was already dead, his eyes didn't waver at all.

Jian Shiyuan watched him fall.

He had no expression on his face.

The players were anxious and rushed to the edge of the cliff, leaning forward to look at the falling boy Jian Shiyuan.

Song Mu: "Master, he fell down!"

Jian Shiyuan said "hmm" calmly, "He will climb up by himself."

His voice was somewhat cold. He had never had any sympathy or mercy towards himself. He knew he could stand up, could climb up, so he didn't watch him struggle.

The monks carried the Third Master away quickly, leaving only a fiery red fox at the scene. Jian Shiyuan walked over to it and half-knelt down. He let his long hair hang down and forced a smile, "Brother Fox"

The fox was split open at the waist and abdomen, with a severe wound running from the chin to the hind legs.

It can't survive.

It trembled its body and exhaled slowly.

Jian Shiyuan put his hand on it, thinking that it would pass through the body, but who would have thought that he actually touched something.

His hands were shaking, and the light in the fox's eyes was fading. It murmured, "I think..."

At this moment, the players burst into shouts, "Gongzi Mu also jumped down."

Jian Shiyuan didn't care. He just bent down, put his ear close to the fox's mouth and listened to it speak.

That day he fell off a cliff, and when he climbed up, the fox's body had been eaten by some wild animal, leaving only a piece of fur. He only found that piece of fur.

The Trial of Integrity will extend and improve the memory of the person being tested. It will automatically calculate the best supplement. In other words, what might the fox really want to say that day? Jian Shiyuan is waiting.

The fox struggled to move its mouth, and uttered the last words, "I want to eat roast chicken."

Jian Shiyuan buried his face in his hands, bent over and laughed wildly.

“Hahahahahahahaha.”

He laughed more and more crazily, until tears came out of his eyes.

On the ground, drop by drop, the color of the soil becomes darker little by little.

Fortunately, he did not save money, so he bought the fox roast chicken when it wanted to eat it.

He knew that all the waiting and expectation would be in vain.

Player here.

Song Mu jumped down with the young man Jian Shiyuan, watching him fall silently and calmly with his eyes open.

There was no trace of life around him.

The sect leader said that he would climb up by himself, but Song Mu didn't want to see him fall off the cliff alone in the illusion.

But when he jumped down, he saw Jian Shiyuan hitting the ground, blood gushing out, his face instantly turning pale.

He watched Jian Shiyuan spit out blood, watched him struggle to turn over, watched him cut off his own rotten flesh with a long sword, watched him drink his own blood to quench his thirst, and watched him peel off his own tendons and flesh alive.

The young man Jian Shiyuan had no expression. He thrust the sword into his Qi Xue and slowly cut it open.

Song Mu turned his head, his throat was dry and hoarse. He covered his eyes with his hands, but tears flowed out.

The young Jian Shiyuan only has revenge in his heart

He wants to survive and seek revenge on the Tiger and Leopard Gang.

Song Mu watched him repair his Qi and blood with cruel methods, watched him absorb spiritual power, watched him climb up bit by bit by clinging to the cracks in the rocks.

He was covered in blood, his hair was disheveled, and his jade-like face was covered in blood.

Song Mu followed him up. Although he was not injured, he was out of breath. He didn't know where the young Jian Shiyuan got the strength from, but he was able to climb up with difficulty while dragging his injured body.

He left bloodstains wherever he crawled, and his eyes were so bright, like a candle that was about to burn out.

He climbed up from the bottom of the cliff, filled with resentment and rage!

Song Mu's body was shaking as he watched the young man Jian Shiyuan slowly stand up, walk step by step in a certain direction, then kneel on the ground and bury his face in the remaining fur.

Song Mu stepped forward, stretched out his hand but didn't dare to touch.

At this point the scene begins to change.

Countless bright colors splashed down, and the young man Jian Shiyuan slowly raised his head. His pair of black and white eyes were extinguished by countless colors.

The sun is glaring and the noise is loud.

Shenhong and Shuijingzhu were pierced by the sudden sunlight and took a small step back. At this time, they were standing on the street, with people coming and going around them and flags of taverns waving.

Not Ping'an Town!

A drunk appeared in front of them, lying on the ground drunk. From time to time, he reached out to grab the skirts of the women passing by, scaring a group of young girls and young women to scream, while the drunk licked his lips wantonly.

Shui Jing Zhu frowned.

Crimson looked around.

Song Mu was uneasy and his eyes were sad, obviously still immersed in his emotions.

Jian Shiyuan had regained his composure and looked at the drunkard expressionlessly.

Someone familiar with the drunkard came over and said hello, "Huang Rui, how did you manage to afford some alcohol today? Did you get rich?"

The drunkard named Huang Rui chuckled, "No matter how I get rich, I'm rich! Come on, help me up and have a drink! I'll take you to drink Nv'erhong!"

As he said this, he took out a gold bar from his pocket and slammed it on the ground. People passing by were shocked and pointed at it one after another, while the person who had spoken to him stared at him in amazement, nodded and bowed, helped the drunk man up, and smiled ingratiatingly.

"Even though you are rich and powerful, you still remember me. I will help you to Yingfang Tower right away."

The drunkard looked smug, "You can really put on such a front? Hey, you look down on me on weekdays? You kid!"

As he said this, he drunkenly kicked Ergouzi's butt. The person who was kicked was not angry and continued to try to please him.

The players watched them being supported and left, their brows furrowed.

Is this considered a windfall? Huang Rui is in trouble.

The players were about to follow, but the illusion began to change, and they didn't notice that there was a pair of eyes staring at Huang Rui in the corner.

Jian Shiyuan turned his head slightly and met those eyes.

He was an old farmer with dark skin and an ordinary face, except for his pair of eyes which were frighteningly still.

Jian Shiyuan smiled at him. He knew that the man was the young Jian Shiyuan in disguise.

The Zijin incident left a mark on his mind. He no longer pretended to be someone who did not exist, but instead took on someone else's identity, learned their words and deeds, and integrated himself into another person.

[Your alias, Huang San, travels around various markets, your origins and motives are unclear.]

Then give him a history! Give him an identity! Give him a motive!

The old farmer died of illness at home a few days ago. After the young man Jian Shiyuan buried his body, he stole his identity.

——This is a verifiable identity and origin

The old farmer often came to Chunfeng Tower to deliver meals to his son who worked as a servant. He would sit on the steps of the side door and daydream, which made it easier for the young Jian Shiyuan to find his next identity.

——This is his motive.

Jian Shiyuan has an advantage, he learns from hardships. He suffered a great loss, fell flat on his face, and lost his only friend, so this experience is deeply imprinted in his mind.

For eternity, it will never be forgotten.

The screen opens, it is late at night.

The drunk Huang Rui was supported by Ergouzi and taken home. They stumbled along the way and the wine jug fell to the ground, bang, breaking into pieces.

Their shadows were lit by the lanterns along the street, stretched out very long and imprinted on the wall, and there were a dozen other black shadows on the wall.

The players watched as the sturdy man held Huang Rui up and poured a bucket of water on him.

The drunkard was weak, with dark bags under his eyes. After a bucket of water was poured over his head, he shivered and sobered up a little.

When Er Gouzi saw that things were not going well, he ran away.

The leader signaled to take Huang Rui away, and the people holding him grabbed his arms and dragged him into a room like a dead dog.

The players also followed in. Huang Rui was tied to a tiger bench and tortured. The strong man in the lead was forcing him to tell him where the gold came from.

Huang Rui cried and said everything.

It turned out that there was a peach blossom forest nearby. The century-old trees there transformed into a peach blossom demon. Huang Rui accidentally entered and saw the beautiful and passionate peach blossom demon. The peach blossom demon seduced him with beauty and gold and silver. He offered his life in exchange for a spring breeze and a hundred taels of gold.

That gold was his life-saving money.

Shenhong frowned as he looked at the drunkard crying with tears and snot.

The leader didn't expect that this involved a demon, so he didn't dare to investigate. He just grabbed Huang Rui's collar fiercely and smashed his fist as big as a casserole into his face, forcing him to hand over all the money he had earned.

The Shui Jing Zhu does not sympathize with the drunkard, but only sighs, "The monks are more ferocious than the demons."

This is not Ping'an Town, but it is no different from Ping'an Town.

If monsters want to take people's lives, they have to pay money, but monks only need to use force to force them.

Song Mu: "This world is..."

They watched the drunkard, who had been beaten, crawling home crying, his palms bleeding. He crawled home and lay on the bed and died.

At this time, the old farmer walked in.

His rough palm touched the drunkard's earlobes, followed the contours of his face, and all the way down to his neck.

Crimson: "Fuck, what does this old man want to do? Rape a corpse? His taste is too strong!"

Shui Jing Zhu joked: "Maybe they want to eat him? After all, he's meat."

Song Mu: "Sister Shui, don't joke around, it's disgusting."

Shui Jing Zhu glanced at him coldly, "What else do you expect in this world?"

The old farmer didn't do anything to the drunkard. He just made a human face and disguised himself as Huang Rui.

The players looked at the old farmer in robes before them with horror. He had taken on the appearance of Huang Rui, even his palms had similar wounds.

Crimson: "What the hell is this? How can it be so similar? It's almost exactly the same."

Song Mu: "Even his demeanor is the same! From simple and honest to vulgar and vulgar, his transformation is so natural. If I had this kind of acting skills, I would have won the Best Actor award long ago!"

Shui Jing Zhu: "What did he want to do by disguising himself as Huang Rui? He buried Huang Rui's body."

The players followed the fake Huang Rui with full of questions.

Follow him into the peach blossom forest.

The moonlight is pouring down, and the peach forest is hidden in the moonlight, its flowers are bright and its fragrance is alluring.

Players felt their bones soften when they smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms. This peach forest was too charming and enchanting. Although it was just plants, it could make people lose consciousness.

They bit their tongues, forcing themselves to wake up. Jian Shiyuan, beside them, looked calm. They stepped into the peach forest together. Perhaps sensing the presence of the fake Huang Rui, peach blossoms began to fall, a scene of riotous beauty. A pink-haired banshee emerged from the forest, her figure veiled, her beautiful form faintly visible.

Crimson: "Is this something I can watch for free?"

Song Mu: "Looking at this scene, I'm really afraid that the Immortal Demon World will be closed down by the anti-pornography and anti-illegal activities. I can't live without the Sect Master!"

Shui Jing Zhu: "Is the fake Huang Rui coming here to risk his life?"

The fake Huang Rui went forward to meet him.

The Peach Blossom Demon was happy at first when she saw him, but when she smelled his scent, her eyes suddenly widened. She wanted to step back and escape, but she was a step too late.

The fake Huang Rui drew his knife and grabbed her.

The Peach Blossom Demon had just transformed and usually seduced men into serving her, or at most asked them to offer their wives and daughters for her to eat. She was a seductive woman and her fighting power was not high, so she was no match for the fake Huang Rui.

Seeing that she was being held down, the clothes on the peach blossom demon became more transparent, and her bright and tempting lips were overflowing with saliva. She licked her lips with her tongue, and her voice was even more charming and affectionate. The players present began to blur their consciousness, and even the female player Shui Jingzhu felt that this demon was pitiful and cute.

But the fake Huang Rui didn't fall for it at all and shattered her soul with one knife.

The peach blossom demon trembled its body, screamed, and rushed into the peach tree. The peach tree began to wither, and the peach petals that turned into ashes fell one after another, like a black snow.

After killing the peach blossom demon, the fake Huang Rui buried something under the peach tree. Then, he turned and left.

The picture began to flip again.

The players saw the fake Huang Rui again.

He was pinned to the ground, with a monk holding a guillotine beside him. "If you don't tell me where you found the purple gold, I'll chop off all ten of your fingers!"

The fake Huang Rui burst into tears, looking like a coward, no different from the real Huang Rui. He trembled and begged for mercy, "Hongniang gave it to me. She asked me to use this purple gold to exchange for money to buy her a virgin to eat."

The monks looked at each other, and the old man in the lead asked, "Who is Hongniang?"

Fake Huang Rui was dazed, revealing an obsessive and greedy look, "Hongniang is Hongniang, my Hongniang! Hongniang, I will buy you a virgin to eat, good Hongniang, let me hug you——"

The old man slapped the fake Huang Rui, causing his cheek to swell up. He seemed to have regained consciousness and trembled and begged for mercy.

Soon, a cultivator came over and whispered. The old man frowned and twisted his brows. He heard something and suddenly became angry. He kicked the coward in front of him to the ground and asked, "Who else knows about the Peach Blossom Demon?"

The fake Huang Rui didn't dare to refuse to answer and mentioned the names of several leaders of the forces.

The old man could no longer sit still, and quickly left with the monks, leaving only one person to guard the fake Huang Rui.

The fake Huang Rui was still shivering and huddled in a corner. The guarding monk, disdainful, locked the cell door and went out to drink.

The fake Huang Rui who was locked up suddenly smiled. He got up, poked the lock with a wire, changed his face, and walked in another direction.

Shui Jing Zhu was puzzled: "What on earth does he want to do? Where did he get the purple gold?"

Shen Hong looked at Jian Shiyuan with an inexplicable look in her eyes and tone, "Maybe he wants revenge."

Song Mu was lost in thought.

The picture continues to change.

This time, it was another unfamiliar middle-aged man. He presented the map with a look of surprise and said, "Mr. Ge, please protect my unworthy son. My family has only one son for seven generations, and he is my only treasure. If he dies, my descendants will be extinct."

The old man took the map he handed over with a satisfied look on his face. "He who knows the current situation is a hero. I will protect your son."

The middle-aged man was filled with gratitude, but spoke with resentment, "I shed blood for the Azure Dragon Gang, and yet they treat me like this! My son only owed a few extra spirit stones, and they want to chop off his hands and kill him! They are unkind, and I am unjust! I offer the address of the Purple Gold Mine to Mr. Ge. Please help me preserve this bloodline."

The old man said calmly, "I will definitely do what I promised. You will stay in the White Dragon Gang from now on."

The middle-aged man smiled gratefully.

The old man suddenly changed the subject and asked, "When you besieged the peach blossom forest, was there anyone who got ahead of you?"

The middle-aged man smiled proudly, "Indeed, someone got ahead of me. It was the leader of the Tiger and Leopard Gang. They killed Hongniang, but they didn't find the map under the peach tree. I took it away. I took some time to go to Ping'an Town and dug up purple gold in the mountains. This proves that the map is real."

The old man's face suddenly turned cold. "Did anyone stop you when you left?"

The middle-aged man was stunned and said, "No, I am very careful."

The old man suddenly became furious. "Damn it! Tell all the guest elders to bring their weapons and follow me! The Tiger and Leopard Gang deliberately left you to dig for the purple gold mine. They should have surrounded the place by now."

The middle-aged man looked horrified, "What should we do then?"

The old man closed his eyes, a stern look on his face. "Then kill all of the Tiger and Leopard Gang! Seize the purple gold!"

The old man took everyone away, leaving only the middle-aged man behind. After everyone left, the middle-aged man had no worry on his face, but instead had a faint smile on his face.

Song Mu didn't understand, but Shui Jing Zhu completely understood it. She smiled and explained it to the two players.

"The middle-aged man in front of me was also impersonating Huang Rui. He first pretended to be Huang Rui and deliberately sold the purple gold to the old man and other gang leaders to find out. After being severely beaten, he 'reluctantly' revealed that the Peach Blossom Demon possessed the purple gold. He then led them to the Peach Blossom Forest to encircle and eliminate the Peach Blossom Demon. The Peach Blossom Demon was killed, but so many people knew about it that in the chaos, no one could figure out who actually killed the Peach Blossom Demon."

"There's an information bias here. The old man mistakenly believed the first person to enter the peach blossom forest was from the Tiger and Leopard Gang. The Tiger and Leopard Gang, in their attempt to lure the first intruder out, allowed outsiders to speculate."

"In the fake Huang Rui's script, it was a traitor from the Qinglong Gang who obtained the map. This widened the battlefield, creating a three-way melee. The information gap gradually widened. The middle-aged man was the Qinglong Gang traitor, and he had a reason to betray the Qinglong Gang—to save his son. Therefore, the White Dragon Gang represented by the old man had great trust in him."

"Since he appeared in the Tiger and Leopard Gang's territory, it was inevitable that he would be discovered. The Tiger and Leopard Gang deliberately allowed him to dig for the purple gold mine, secretly marking the location. The middle-aged man represents the Azure Dragon Gang, so the Tiger and Leopard Gang naturally suspected that the first person to enter the peach blossom forest was a member of the Azure Dragon Gang."

"And a traitor appeared in the Qinglong Gang, and the traitor ran to the White Dragon Gang. Naturally, they hate the White Dragon Gang."

As he spoke, Shui Jing Zhu formed a triangle with his hands. "The three parties are suspicious of each other and misunderstand each other, which in turn forms their own stable logical chain. The fake Huang Rui wants to drive the tiger to devour the wolf, causing a melee among the three parties, and thus eradicate the Tiger and Leopard Gang."

Crimson smiled, "Perfect disguise, the right person, the wisdom of the game, and the ability to lobby."

The master of the clan showed admirable wisdom and fighting ability in order to seek revenge.

He looked at the middle-aged man with a puzzled expression.

Song Mu still didn't understand, so he just asked, "Can the Tiger and Leopard Gang really be wiped out?"

Shui Jing Zhu laughed: "In a three-way melee, the Tiger and Leopard Gang, who control the Purple Gold Mine, will receive the greatest hatred. Neither the Azure Dragon Gang nor the White Dragon Gang wants the Tiger and Leopard Gang to join their rivals, so they won't give it the opportunity to do so."

The crimson voice tinged with laughter. "A triangle isn't actually a stable structure. At least when it comes to profit, most people would rather die than let their opponents take advantage. In other words, if all three sides end up in this situation, the Tiger and Leopard Gang, who control the Purple Gold Mine, will undoubtedly perish."

The master of the sect is really cruel. He is cruel to himself and even crueler to his enemies.

The players waited and watched an exciting and crazy fight.

Raging flames burned the sky, dyeing the entire Ping'an Town red. Members of the Tiger and Leopard Gang were killed one by one. Everyone was blood-thirsty. No Tiger and Leopard Gang monk escaped. Even their leader, the Jindan monk with the highest martial power, had his head chopped off by the old man.

The Tiger and Leopard Gang was completely wiped out!

On the top of the mountain, the middle-aged man ignored the group of desperate monks on the mountainside, poured a bottle of liquid on the purple gold mine, and watched the purple gold turn black and break.

Purple gold has a drawback: it can be contaminated by Yellow Spring water. Even a small amount of Yellow Spring water can render it inactive. Purple gold's ductility also facilitates the spread of contamination. If contaminated, the adjacent purple gold will also be affected if one piece is contaminated.

In a moment, the entire purple gold mine was contaminated.

The purple gold mine worth a fortune was destroyed just like that.

The middle-aged man remained expressionless as he turned and left, leaving behind him the sky smouldering red from the flames.

Regardless of who won, Jian Shiyuan didn't want to leave the purple gold to the other party. Instead, if he couldn't take it away, he would simply destroy it all.

The young boy Jian Shiyuan walked faster and faster. He passed through the streets of Ping'an Town. The townspeople were fleeing. Aunt Wang, who had betrayed Jian Shiyuan, fell in a pool of blood with several wounds on her body and was obviously not going to survive.

He walked through the bloody streets with an expressionless face, walked out of Ping'an Town, and left everything behind.

There was nothing worth remembering here. He held a pen in his arms, with red bristles and a dark blue pen holder, weighing heavily on his heart.

He felt like he was holding a red cloud in his arms, burning his heart and making it numb.

Jian Shiyuan watched the young Jian Shiyuan leave Ping'an Town. Suddenly, he heard a mocking laugh and a voice asking:

[Do you have a clear conscience for killing so many people for a fox?]

[What a dirty heart, so dirty]

Jian Shiyuan smiled and looked into the distance, "So what? I have a clear conscience. Even if I had to do it all over again, I would make the same choice."

[A Dirty Heart]

[Look at your heart, it's crying]

Jian Shiyuan saw his own Dao heart in the sunset, seven parts pure white and three parts dark.

He still smiled and watched his former self walk away into the distance.

The world is so big, and there is no place for the young Jian Shiyuan to stay.

And Jian Shiyuan himself——

Do you regret it?

Never.

Feeling guilty?

Never.

He was determined in his faith and believed only in himself. No matter the voices around him coaxing, cursing, or mocking him, he didn't care.

Ask your conscience, ask your conscience, no matter how you torture his heart, there will not be a trace of doubt.

Song Mu was also watching the middle-aged man leave. He murmured, "Although I don't know who you are, thank you for avenging the master."

Shenhong looked at him strangely and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Shui Jingzhu.

Shui Jing Zhu put his index finger on his lips and said, "Shhh."

It doesn’t matter who that middle-aged man is. What matters is that a bunch of scum died.

The picture did not stop changing.

The illusion is still changing

The young Jian Shiyuan arrived in a splendid and prosperous city. Unlike Ping'an Town, this place was bustling with merchants dressed in silk, and disciples from major sects walked around with longswords and short knives. The scene he saw was one of peace and prosperity.

The young man Jian Shiyuan was sitting in a teahouse drinking tea, while the storyteller was telling the story of Kaiyuan Daojun with saliva flying.

"Last time, we talked about the demonic snake that swallowed 300,000 people with its terrifying power and committed all sorts of evil. This chapter continues with the story of how the Kaiyuan Sage slew the demonic snake and paved the way for humanity."

As soon as the gavel sounded, the storyteller continued to talk.

"The Kaiyuan Sage slew demons in the wilderness. Thousands of demons died at his hands. With his own strength, he conquered the five states. The human race was no longer food for the demons."

The young man Jian Shiyuan had heard such a story before and was in no mood to listen to it again. He watched someone arguing downstairs.

A young man in a white robe proudly drew his sword and scolded the mortal who refused to give up his seat, "You daring mortal! I am a disciple of the Shangcang Sect. How dare you not avoid me when you see me?"

This is the jurisdiction of Shangcang Sect, and the disciples of Shangcang Sect have extraordinary status.

The man who was scolded by him was full of resentment. He looked at the boy viciously and turned away.

The young man Jian Shiyuan came here to become a disciple of Shangcang Sect, but when he saw the aggressive young monk, he suddenly lost interest, supported his chin and played with the teacup on the table with his fingers.

He thought, isn’t the world a wild place now?

Kaiyuan opened up the road and gave the human race a foothold.

But now the gap between immortals and mortals is as wide as a chasm in the sky, and the conflict between mortals and cultivators is intensifying and is about to explode. Who will split this darkness?

He drank a cup of tea and quietly watched people coming and going downstairs.

No one knew that a new king who was no less powerful than Kaiyuan Daojun would be born here, and no one expected that someone here would usher in a new era.

No one can predict the future, including Jian Shiyuan.

He just drank his tea quietly, and a leaf fell down. It turned out that autumn had arrived.

The illusion was finally on the verge of collapse, and it naturally collapsed and broke apart.