Chapter 59 I'm sorry, but you must die.

Pain, hatred, despair, weariness...

Countless emotions surged towards her, like turbulent waves, repeatedly crashing her into the sea, leaving her in a state of suffocation and helplessness.

She felt a dense, throbbing pain in her limbs, and the oxygen seemed to have thinned, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Memories from her past life surged towards her at this moment, carrying her most intense emotions, pressing her down tightly, leaving her unable to move or break free.

She knelt on the blood-soaked yellow sand, her hands clutching her head, her fingertips turning white from the effort. Her face was filled with grief, and blood-red tears welled in her eyes.

At the very moment consciousness returned, time, which had been frozen, trembled slightly before resuming its flow.

The yellow sand was blown up by the wind, and the blood continued to seep into the soil.

When Xie Jitong regained consciousness, he frowned, feeling as if something had just happened, but he had no memory of it.

He looked up and saw the girl kneeling on the ground less than three meters away, bent over, her hands covering her head, her body trembling as if she were enduring great pain.

He seemed oblivious to this, and instead stepped forward, whip in hand. As he stood before the girl, the end of the whip sharpened, becoming razor-sharp. He looked down at the still-trembling girl, his voice devoid of emotion:

"Any last words?"

The girl's trembling suddenly stopped.

She slowly lowered her hands, raised her head, revealing a face streaked with red tears, and a pair of captivating eyes that shimmered with golden light.

"They can't die, and I can't die either."

She spoke slowly, her eyes unfocused, her expression blank, as if she were sleepwalking.

For some reason, Xie Jitong suddenly felt a sense of unease.

He frowned, then no longer hesitated. He swung his long whip, aiming it for the girl's heart!

"Crack!"

Xie Jitong was stunned. As the whip in his hand shattered, his body flew backward and crashed heavily into the city wall, shattering the once intact wall into pieces.

Gu Xiaozhu slowly stood up. Her whole body ached, and her heart ached too. The intense emotions in her mind were pulling at her thoughts, and her body was constantly giving negative reactions.

Uncontrollable trembling, unstoppable tears of blood, hands that occasionally give way...

She took a step and staggered toward the direction Xie Jitong had flown backward.

She walked past the red-clad boy lying on the ground, past the white-clad girl covered in blood, past the black-clad boy with a sword piercing his heart, and finally...

Stumbling and staggering, they arrived before Xie Jitong, who was severely injured and barely breathing.

Xie Jitong looked utterly miserable. He sat leaning against the city wall, his back surrounded by shattered stones. He clutched his chest, blood continuously seeping from his body.

What happened?

How did she suddenly gain such great strength?

Could it be caused by that strange crystal?

Damn it, where did the laws go?

"He won't come." Gu Xiaozhu suddenly spoke, her golden eyes lowered as she looked at the pitiful young man in purple: "He has interfered too much, so he left."

Xie Jitong looked at her for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing. Not long after, he choked on his own blood and coughed for a long time before his voice finally stopped.

He leaned against the wall, his head slightly raised. After a long while, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and his tone was unmistakably sarcastic: "So, [He] also abandoned me."

Gu Xiaozhu tilted her head, tears of blood still streaming from her eyes: "'Also'?"

He slowly lowered his head, his dark eyes staring directly at the girl before him, a girl who seemed like a god, high above him, looking down at him: "Ahem, have you forgotten...?"

The smile on his lips slowly widened, blood spilling out and staining his mouth red: "You are the first person to abandon me."

… …

"My lord, my lord, please see the truth!"

He watched as his father knelt in the high hall, like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy from the judge above.

"I told you, this case is your child's own business, and has nothing to do with Young Master An!" the man said, his eyes full of contempt as he looked at the man in plain clothes.

"If your child, being ignorant, ran into the road and was trampled to death by Young Master An's horses, who can you blame?"

That's not how it works.

Xie Jitong lowered his head and thought to himself.

It was clearly that young master An who deliberately drove the horse to charge through the crowd.

"But...but my youngest son is only four years old! He..."

"Alright!" He interrupted the man, then glanced obsequiously at Young Master An, who was sitting on the other side of the hall, before waving his hand: "That's it! The matter is settled, you don't need to say anything more!"

Finally, the father, having failed to secure an official position, took his eight-year-old eldest son, Xie Jitong, by the hand and returned home with a gloomy expression.

Why is the world so unfair?

Why? Isn't his brother's life a life too?

Xie Jitong didn't understand. He watched helplessly as his younger brother was struck by a horse, his bones broken in several places, and he lay in front of him covered in blood.

But this seems to be the beginning of his misfortune.

Since his younger brother died, his father and mother have been silent all day long. Sometimes they would quarrel. At first, they would try to avoid him, but later they would ignore him and quarrel openly in front of him.

The mother felt that the father should not give up, but the father said that the other family was big and powerful, and they had no way to get justice.

The faces of the two men during their argument were so distorted and ferocious, like monstrous beasts with gaping maws in his eyes.

Later, my father died.

He died on his way to seek justice once again.

On his way to the yamen, he was beaten to death by men sent by that young master An.

The atmosphere at home became even heavier, almost deathly silent.

"Mother..." Ten-year-old Xie Jitong began, reaching out to tug at his mother's sleeve.

“It’s me…it’s me who killed him…” his mother murmured, took one last look at him, and got up to leave.

The next day, he pushed open his mother's bedroom door and saw a hanging corpse.

His home was completely gone.

He started yelling and crying, smashing everything around him like a madman.

He hated it all. He hated the young master An who had torn his family apart, and he hated the corrupt official who couldn't distinguish right from wrong and turned black into white.

He wanted revenge.

Without a distinguished family background or substantial wealth, how could he possibly take revenge?

Only one answer remains—

To become a monk.

If he becomes a cultivator, a high and mighty immortal, wouldn't he be able to take his revenge?

Perhaps because his life was too tragic, when his spiritual roots were tested, heaven finally smiled upon him.

Top-grade fire elemental root.

His talent was widely recognized, his cultivation was almost smooth sailing, and his status among the disciples rose accordingly.

He felt it was time; he now had the ability to take revenge.

He went to the mortal realm and arrived at the gate of the An family mansion.

He laughed loudly and brandished his long whip, slaughtering everyone in the An family.

Later, they went to the government office and slaughtered them all, inside and out.

Blood flowed like rivers, and the wailing of wronged souls filled the air.

But he didn't care.

Anyone who crosses him will pay the price.

He did not cover it up, so he was later discovered, imprisoned by the Spirit Law Department, and eventually sent back to his original sect, where the sect elders dealt with him.

Once a person falls from a height, it seems that the people around him will swarm like hyenas, tearing apart the last bit of value he has left.

He was forced to wear a spirit-locking ring, confined to one place, and told to obey the elders' judgment.

During this time, many disciples came, not to offer comfort, but to mock.

They mocked the fall of this former genius, and his current predicament. They hurled insults at him, as if they could gain a sense of superiority from it.

… …

"The Spirit Lock? What a wonderful thing." The young disciple smiled and flicked the ring on Xie Jitong's hand with his blood-stained hand.

"If it hadn't locked your spiritual power, I wouldn't have had the chance to extract your spiritual root."

"With your top-grade fire spirit root, I will definitely become someone above all others! Hahahaha!"

The disciple laughed loudly, while Xie Jitong curled up, with a large, bloody hole in his abdomen.

His consciousness was hazy. As he listened to the disciple's arrogant and twisted laughter, a strong hatred grew in his heart, intensifying until it finally devoured his entire mind!

He hated those elders for not being able to distinguish right from wrong, hated the arrogance of these disciples, and hated even more the lowly bastard in front of him who had dissected his spiritual root and tried to replace him!

Why, why was his life filled with tragedy? Why did everything he did seem wrong, only to lead to worse outcomes?

If his younger brother hadn't died in the first place, his father wouldn't have gone to court; if his father hadn't gone to court, his father wouldn't have died; if his father hadn't died, his mother wouldn't have committed suicide out of grief and guilt, and he... wouldn't have gone to cultivate immortality and seek revenge after losing all his relatives, ultimately ending up in this situation.

Anger and grief surged into his heart, and the endless hatred twisted his mind and his will.

He hated the disciples here, hated them for kicking him when he was down, hated them for their insatiable greed!

He hated the elders and the sect, hated them for forcing him to wear the Spirit-Locking Ring, and hated them for turning a blind eye to everything these disciples did!

He hated his mother for hiding from his father and going to court. He also hated his father for being so cowardly and ultimately listening to his mother.

He hated his brother; if it weren't for his death, none of this would have happened!

—The person he hated most was himself.

She hated herself for being powerless, unable to pull her younger brother back when the horse charged; she hated herself for being cowardly, unable to mediate when her parents argued; she hated herself for not being strong enough to break all the rules, ultimately ending up like this.

He wanted to gain even greater power, whatever it was.

He wants to stand at the top of this world, and then he will destroy this filthy and wretched world!

He became possessed by a demon, a fallen demon despised by the world, but he didn't care.

after all……

In the future, they will all become a forest of white bones.

… …

"You bestowed all the world's suffering upon me, shaping me into what I am now. You made me hate everyone, making me the villain in your eyes! And in the end... I was killed by the so-called protagonist."

"It was you! You were the first one to abandon me! I was created, but my destined end is the death you ordained!"

Xie Jitong roared, his eyes bloodshot, his whole body radiating intense resentment and killing intent. He tried to get up; he wanted to kill the person in front of him, even though he knew it was impossible.

"So I hate... I hate everyone, I hate this world, but the one I hate the most is you."

"If I could, I would rather have never been born!"

Gu Xiaozhu looked at the man who was spitting blood but was still shouting. She lowered her eyelids and slowly walked up to him step by step.

She crouched down and looked at Xie Jitong, who was also staring at her from across the room.

Xie Jitong stared at her for a long while, a slight smile playing on his lips. The smile was full of sarcasm, yet also concealed a hint of helplessness: "So, what are you planning to do now?"

The apricot-haired girl raised her hands, clasped them together, and spiritual energy gathered from the surrounding area, wrapping around her palms, and finally gradually coalescing into the shape of a dagger.

The dagger hovered above Xie Jitong's chest, gripped tightly by his slightly trembling hands.

Gu Xiaozhu looked at him, tears of blood streaming from her eyes, her face expressionless, like a god high above.

I'm sorry.

The gods spoke, granting him the last shred of mercy.

Finally, the dagger fell heavily, and—without mercy, pierced his heart.

"But you must die."