Huanxi's face showed a conflicted look. Listening to the villagers' words, the scene of the day when he almost died in the river emerged in his mind. If he had been an immortal at that time, this would not have happened.

Thinking back to the past, villagers often got injured when they went out hunting.

If they were all immortals, they would not have to suffer this hardship.

The kind-hearted Huanxi wanted to plead for them, but since she had already received great kindness from Xue Kong, what qualifications did she have to seek immortal status for others?

He lowered his head deeply and didn't even dare to look at Xue Kong.

In the eyes of others, his action seemed to indicate that Huanxi was unwilling to plead for them. For a moment, all the villagers looked at Huanxi with fierce eyes, as if they were looking at an enemy.

"Huanxi, you are so heartless!"

"If it weren't for our help, you would have died long ago. Remember, I had your house built for you, otherwise you wouldn't even have a place to sleep. I also had your bamboo basket made for you, otherwise you wouldn't have anything to fish with and you would have starved to death long ago."

"Today everyone finally asked you to do something, and you actually refused."

"You are not a human being!"

"I..." Huanxi raised his head, his dirty face had turned red. He was young and could not find any reason to refute. Some of these things were true.

He clutched the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands, raised his head slightly, looked at Xue Kong, with pleading eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Xue Kong's eyes were calm, but there was already a hint of coldness in those black and white eye sockets.

He saw that the villagers' jealousy of Huanxi had turned into hatred and hostility, all simply because Huanxi did not speak for them.

This is the human heart.

People are evil.

This is true for everyone, regardless of gender, age or status.

Xue Kong lowered his head and met Huanxi's gaze. He said, "The path of cultivation is a lonely road, not a smooth road. Today, I will teach you the first lesson as a cultivator."

"When facing those with evil intentions, kill them without mercy!"

Xue Kong raised his head, his eyes sweeping over all the villagers in front of him, raised his right hand, and pressed it towards them: "Since you also want good fortune, I will grant you the good fortune of eternal life!"

"Become a slave of my soul flag, and you will never be reincarnated, and live forever with me."

The pressure of the early Jindan stage cultivation was released and suppressed on this group of mortals. The bodies of these fifty-plus people collapsed and exploded in an instant, and shrill screams were heard one after another.

In the exploding blood mist, hideous and fearful souls flew towards Xue Kong's palm, were caught by Xue Kong, and put into the Tiangang Xuanhuang Flag.

In a flash, there was no one left alive in Pingxi Village except Huanxi, and the trace of this group of mortals disappeared without a trace.

Huanxi looked at this scene with fear in his eyes, his expression was dazed.

This was the first time he saw the methods of a monk, and it was also the first time he saw a monk killing a mortal as effortlessly as crushing an ant.

He raised his head stiffly: "Why, do you want to kill them?"

"Many people in this world suffer. They ask for good fortune, and I will grant them good fortune. They can linger on as mortals, and as souls, they can achieve eternal life. This is what they themselves asked for."

Xue Kong's eyes were ruthless: "Don't you see how much they hate you?"

"If you don't kill them, after I leave, they will definitely take their hatred out on you. A child's mind is weak, and even if he possesses cultivation, he is no match for the human heart."

Huanxi's mind was buzzing. He was too young to accept Xue Kong's cruel theory. He was in a daze and had not yet come to his senses.

Xue Kong looked at him indifferently, then suddenly raised his right hand and placed a finger on his forehead.

Huanxi's face suddenly showed pain, and she cried out, "Uncle, it hurts so much, it hurts so much."

Xue Kong pretended to be deaf and extracted a trace of soul from between Huanxi's eyebrows. Then he slapped his storage bag and a monster flew out and landed on the ground beside him.

Xue Kong caught the monster close to him and injected Huanxi's soul into the monster's body, merging it with its soul.

Only then did Xue Kong stop.

Huanxi was gasping for breath. In just a short moment, he was covered in cold sweat. The severe pain he had felt before had disappeared. While he was gasping for breath, he suddenly realized something.

Deep down, he felt a connection with the monster across from him.

"This Flame Scaled Beast is now under your control. I have branded a trace of your soul into it and integrated it into its spirit. With just a thought from you, it will obey you."

Xue Kong said: "With this, you can practice without worries."

"You'd better take care of yourself from now on." After doing all this, he took one last look at Huanxi, then turned around, and without hesitation, stepped into the air and flew away for several miles in an instant.

Only when Xue Kong's figure disappeared into the horizon did Huanxi come back to his senses and stared blankly at the sky. Everything that happened today overturned his cognition and was extremely difficult for his little heart to accept.

Apart from him, there was no one else in Pingxi Village, only a monster.

The Fire Scale Beast lay on the ground, with two streams of air coming out of its nostrils. It looked at the joyful beast with a look of submission in its eyes.

Huanxi felt complicated and didn't know what feelings she had towards Xue Kong.

It's not that he hates Xue Kong. After all, Xue Kong gave him a chance to practice cultivation, changed the trajectory of his life, and gave him the ability to survive easily.

As for gratitude, it’s not that strong.

Xue Kong's ruthless actions made Huanxi feel in awe, and killing everyone in Pingxi Village also made Huanxi afraid.

Finally, in this complex mood, Huanxi took the Fire Scale Beast into his small home and fell into a deep sleep. He felt tired and exhausted. It all seemed like a dream and he needed a good sleep.

High in the sky, Xue Kong was speeding.

He did all this without any benefit to himself, and he didn't care what Huanxi thought of him. In Huanxi, he saw his former self.

"Jianxia City... If I hadn't searched so many souls of Purple Moon Nation cultivators, I could have found a few and checked their memories. This Banyun Temple is a temple for cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage, but it's so unknown. It's really strange."

Xue Kong didn't think about whether Banyun Temple would no longer exist.

Just like before, he believed that under the circumstances at that time, Fa Ming would not make up a reason to befriend him. It was meaningless, and once he found out that it was a lie, it would backfire.

Xue Kong was flying at full speed. He quickly completed a process that would take a mortal three months. After passing through a forest, a majestic city appeared in his eyes.

Jianxia City.

A city that is seven or eight times larger than Yinliu Town, magnificent and bustling with people.

This is also a city where mortals and monks coexist. People come and go on the streets, laughing and talking happily. On the beams and corners of each house, there are festive ribbons hanging.

The whole city was filled with joy.