452 Heaven's Will Does Not Require Hands II

The eighth brother's eyes were filled with rage, and his eyes were almost completely red. Without the suppression of any treasures, he relied entirely on his own will. He was truly remarkable. Immortality was so alluring. Suddenly, many faces flashed through his mind.

"Give me back my life! Give me back my life!"

Let us live forever together.

'Quickly, devour them! Their bloodlust is so strong!'

...

A look of horror, a momentary struggle on the face. A moment of confusion, and astonishment.

An illusion appeared in my mind at some unknown time. I had thought I was about to break through to the Martial Emperor realm, so the illusion arose, but I quickly suppressed it.

I never imagined it would be so difficult to suppress.

His face was contorted, his muscles were tense, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and the abscess on his back was growing larger and larger. People around him quickly moved away.

The patriarch, Fei Huixiang, had a calm expression, as if he had foreseen this long ago. He and the other elders looked even more grim as they stared intently at the eighth elder in front of them.

Although they had just been reprimanding, some people still harbored a sliver of hope: if there were no side effects, could they raise a group of them? "I only want those who are about to die of old age, not the young ones; that way, I won't offend the natural order."

What if we don't have that wishful thinking? What if we could really live forever?

Rather than be devoured by monsters and evil spirits, wouldn't it be better for us to achieve our goals?

I am immortal, I am the Martial Saint, the Martial God, I will bless your descendants for thousands of years, wouldn't that be good?

Immortality, immortality! If one could live forever, which ruler wouldn't want to live forever?

Seeing the Eighth Elder's youthful face and hair as black as a young man's, wouldn't one be envious? It would be really hard.

The young disciple looked at the bulging boil on his back and the stench emanating from it. Above the boil were all sorts of faces, like demons surrounding him, mostly old people, but also young, middle-aged, men and women, and children.

Deep within him, extreme hatred was written all over his face, and contempt filled his mind.

The Eighth Elder's expression gradually calmed down, but his young and smooth face now looked like it was just a layer of skin.

His fingers were dry and withered, and his eyes were sunken.

His aura was terrifyingly immense, and the mahogany chair beside him seemed to be subjected to a powerful external force, causing it to explode involuntarily.

The red serpent was about to engulf itself when it let out a low growl, as if it were a visitor from hell, and hissed, "Is it wrong for me to want immortality? I'm not exceptionally talented, and I have virtually no hope of becoming a Martial King in my lifetime."

Look at me now, isn't it good?

Look at my current achievements as a King of Martial Arts; it's not impossible for me to become a Martial Emperor in the future. Why expose me?

I am the Martial Emperor, and the foundation of my Fei family has reached a new level. Why do you insist on stopping me?

I know, you're afraid I'll take your place, right?

Fei Huixiang, I knew it. You're nothing but a narrow-minded wretch. Die, die! Without you, our Fei family will be even stronger.

Isn't it good to raise a group of them? It's not like I'm the only one doing this; aren't other aristocratic families doing the same thing?

It's just more covert; gang wars, bandits, robbers, and raiding villages.

They're being staged in droves, aren't they?

The outburst of words left the younger generation dumbfounded. The family's teachings had emphasized the dangers of going out into the world, but they hadn't been so clear about it.

Hearing this now, my scalp tingled, my eyes were filled with disbelief, I wanted to stop them, I wanted to refute them, but...

Looking at the silent people around him, and the other silent figures, including the already silent patriarch, he could only wait quietly. He couldn't believe the voice he heard.

The head of the Fei family did not stop him, allowing the eighth son to pour out his grievances, his heart devoid of sorrow or joy.

Once Lao Ba calmed down, his gaze swept across the room, his sharp eyes seeming to pierce through people's hearts.

His eyes were like a deep, cold pool, profound and stern, carrying an indescribable air of authority. A chill ran through everyone present; they were intimidated by his gaze and dared not meet his eyes.

Like a sharp sword, it cuts through the air with an unbearable sense of oppression, and its cold gaze sends chills down your spine.

An indescribable fear, as if my secrets had been completely exposed.

It also made people dare not act rashly, and its eyes revealed an unshakable power. Its powerful cultivation was sharp and exquisite at this moment.

The clear, resonant sound, like a warning bell, gently echoed in everyone's hearts. Its rhythm was distinct, like a mountain spring striking rocks, like the autumn moon reflecting on water, fully displaying the beauty of sound.

Those who heard it were deeply moved, as if the dawn had broken and the darkness had nowhere to hide.

It is like the bell of an ancient temple, washing away the disturbances of the world and awakening the clarity of people's hearts.

The crowd listened as if receiving instruction from ancient sages, or as if standing on the edge of an abyss to be warned.

Although its sound was clear, it carried a heavy, powerful force, like an ancient cauldron that suppressed evil thoughts in one's heart.

As everyone's thoughts gradually cleared, the head of the Fei family nodded slightly, glanced at the Eighth Elder who was becoming increasingly difficult to control, and remained resolute without the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

He spoke in a deep voice, like a morning bell and evening drum, awakening many doubts: "Eighth Elder, you violated the ancestral teachings, failed to make progress, and for your own desires, you went astray, causing the near extinction of the entire population of Xiaomiao Town."

Everyone should take this as a warning: evil spirits are not to be trusted, much less to be tried.

As for those who secretly collude in cultivation practices, according to ancestral precepts and clan rules, they should be killed.

With a single command to kill, there seemed to be no hesitation; a resolute aura emanated from him, his eyes firm and resolute, devoid of any sense of reason or emotion.

A cold and resolute aura emanated from the patriarch. The younger people around him nodded slightly, while the older people felt a chill in their hearts. A coldness instantly swept over their bodies and penetrated their souls, like winter.

A tiny bit of thought was instantly drenched by a bucket of cold water.

"Haha, Fei Huixiang, you're just jealous, you must be dying of jealousy right now. We're both Kings of Martial Arts, what can you do to me? Considering we're both from the Fei family, I'll let you leave today to avoid damaging our relationship."

Fei Huixiang gently shook his head, his deep voice reaching everyone's ears, 'Those who disobey ancestral teachings shall be killed. Remember this: demons are not to be trusted, and their techniques must never be learned.'

Fei Quechen took a light step, the Zhan Chen sword already in his hand, his figure graceful, his gaze sharp. His robes fluttered, moving even without wind.

His elegant demeanor and imposing presence captivated the young girl, making her eyes sparkle. She declared loudly, "We cultivators should uphold righteousness and protect all living beings. Ancestral teachings cannot be disobeyed; we must possess a spirit of self-reliance. If life and death are predetermined, we should face them with unwavering resolve."

We must not let the wicked and treacherous run rampant, allowing them to poison the people; we must not let evil go unpunished, lest it commit further atrocities. The wicked and treacherous cannot be trusted.

"Haha, very well, very well. Even you, a junior, dare to discuss the affairs of your elders today. How presumptuous! Let me see what's so special about you geniuses." The Eighth Elder said madly.