460 The road is difficult, the road is long, and the people are poor.

Upon seeing Jian Daoyi, he immediately bowed his head and said in a low, obsequious voice, "Thank you so much for saving us, young master! Otherwise, our village would probably have been wiped out by these damned bandits."

He lowered his head and secretly peeked at the few young women in the corner of the wall. His eyes held a hint of lust and disdain, and a mole the size of a little finger on the corner of his mouth was very noticeable.

Kendo sensed that the newcomer was young and strong but had no cultivation, so he nodded slightly, not paying much attention to him.

I was just about to ask how many people were still alive.

Behind him, a woman suddenly seemed to go mad, picked up a broken stool from the ground and rushed over, violently hitting the person who had just arrived. The person grabbed the stool and snatched it away.

Then, with a fierce look in his eyes, he suddenly raised his arm high and was about to smash it down on the woman's head. His arm muscles were tense, gathering all his strength. In his heart, he wanted to kill the woman with one blow, otherwise it might cause disaster.

Suddenly, just as the stool was about to crush the woman in front of him, a strong hand gently caught it, and the stool did not move an inch.

Kendo stared coldly at the two, his deep voice saying, "What is it? Explain in detail."

A flash of malice crossed the young man's eyes as he shouted, "Young hero, this woman has been taken by bandits and is probably insane. Please don't be angry, young hero, I'll handle it."

"Young hero, please come this way. I'll go prepare some hot food for you to tide you over."

While speaking, he continued his smashing motion, whispering to the woman, "Hurry up and apologize to the young hero. We are only alive because of him."

Now that the bandits are gone, our lives will definitely be much better from now on, and we certainly won't let you go hungry.

The woman, having had her stool taken from her and unable to advance any further, had eyes filled with hatred, like a sharp sword. If eyes could devour people, she would surely have eaten them a thousand times over to vent her anger.

His mouth blazed with fury as he shouted curses, "It's all because of you, you heartless little Wu Zi! You were bewitched by that witch and colluded with bandits to attack the village! Father and elder brother are dead! It's all because of you, you inhuman wretch!"

A hateful gaze, a cannibalistic gaze; if one's gaze could be as sharp as a blade, it would tear the other person to pieces.

The young man, Xiao Wuzi, had a fierce look in his eyes and was considering what to say when he suddenly became distracted and involuntarily revealed a secret he didn't want to say.

Looking at the woman with fierce eyes, as if he wanted to tear her mouth apart, he roared, "Money, money! They gave me a lot of money. With this money, I can go to the martial arts school to learn martial arts!"

You know nothing! I have a talent for cultivation. I can become a martial artist feared by everyone. I'll eat lavishly every day and live the life of a superior being.

He then burst into maniacal laughter, cursing, "It's all your fault! It's all the village chief's fault for insisting on staying cooped up in this little village! If I were outside, maybe some master would have already recognized my talent, and I'd be living a life of luxury, surrounded by beautiful women..."

The ecstatic fantasy and the unattainable reality, the shifting expressions reveal the most indescribable helplessness in human nature.

With a flash of sword light, a cold glint swept through the air. Without wind, waves, or surprise, a head flew high into the air, blood gushing out, instantly staining the ground red.

Joy's head still tumbled in the air, a bloody mess, too gruesome to look at. Thinking about it, he was quite satisfied; after all, he had departed with a smile, and at that moment, he had no regrets.

The woman stood frozen in shock and horror at the scene.

Kendo waited patiently. After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the woman slowly began to sob softly. Suddenly, she knelt down and whispered her gratitude, "Thank you for saving me, young master."

He gently used his inner energy to stop himself, shook his head with a hint of sadness and helplessness, and said in a low voice, "You're too polite, young lady. Were there any other people involved in this matter?"

A different kind of heaviness weighed on his mind, and an unforgettable sense of self-reproach crept in: 'I was wrong in the past. I was wrong to indulge the wicked, wrong to be powerless in my cultivation, wrong to let my Dao Sword be tarnished.'

An unforgettable past, a past I refuse to let go of. My heart is resolute: 'Eliminate evil completely, even if it means death and the end of my life, I do not wish for regret in the dead of night. Demon Beginning, our next meeting will be at the moment of life and death.'

The woman, her hair disheveled, said in a low voice, "Thank you, young master. That's all. Except for this little Wu Zi, who has a wild personality. Ever since he went to the city with the village, his mind has completely changed. I don't know who he believed."

They say he has amazing talent and is a martial arts prodigy. If he were to pursue martial arts, he would surely have a bright future. They're probably obsessed with it, single-mindedly focused on learning martial arts. But where would his family get so much money?

He asked the village for help, but they didn't have the money he needed; it was said to be a full hundred taels. How could the village possibly provide that much money?

They suddenly disappeared a while ago, and when they returned, they were with bandits. The bandits entered the village and began a massacre; we were also captured and are now here…

Before she could finish speaking, she clenched her hands, her heart filled with anguish. Tears streamed down her face, and she didn't even realize when they had started. She seemed to be immersed in fear, trembling slightly, tears flowing freely, forgetting to wipe them away.

I listened silently, feeling a deep sorrow that I could not express. The world is ever-changing, and people are often impoverished. I myself am unable to establish a peaceful and prosperous foundation to protect everyone in a city of kindness and order.

Composing himself, he said in a low voice, "The bandits have been killed. Everyone, please check if there are any survivors. I'll go see if any of the bandits have any medicinal pills. If anyone is injured, please come and let me know immediately."

With a calm heart, I felt the blessings bestowed upon me by heaven and earth upon slaying evil. A hint of surprise stirred within me; I seemed to have never experienced this before. Could it be something I gained from slaying a demon god, or something else entirely? Though surprised, I felt no particular oddity.

Whether I am blessed by heaven and earth or not, nothing can stop my heart from protecting others. The road ahead may be difficult, but I will not stop.

Upon arriving among the numerous bandits, a thorough search revealed some loose silver and weapons, as well as a copy of the Five Tigers Broken Blade Sect's secret manual, which covered a wide range of cultivation methods.

In the distance, a woman in a dilapidated house tidied herself up, her face heavy with sorrow. For all the living, life is hard, but surviving is even harder. Perhaps it's because we've become accustomed to uncertainty and accidents, but we still have to keep living.

He Chen embraced Jingzhai as they walked slowly. Amidst the veil of clouds, everyone couldn't help but gaze at the mountains and rivers below.

Mountains and rivers seem to make flowers, grass and trees the masters of the world, wild animals the darlings of nature, and countless places untouched by humans, while humans are just a tiny part of this nature.