"A slight chill?"
Su Cheng pondered for a moment before continuing.
"Is there anything about my actions that you have any concerns about?"
If it were anything else, Ye Qinghan would definitely obey her master, but when it came to revenge, she wanted to do it herself.
“Master, as you know, Qinghan didn’t mean it that way. Master, I have no way to repay your kindness and have long vowed to serve you for the rest of my life.”
"The only thing I can't let go of is the matter of the Northern Region. Qinghan only wants to take revenge himself, nothing else."
If someone from the Holy Mountain were involved in this matter, what would Master do?
There's no need to even think about it. Based on Ye Qinghan's understanding of his master, he most likely wouldn't care about anyone.
What will Shi Yao think then?
If that person is someone very important to Shiyao, will Shiyao resent her master?
If Ye Qinghan didn't know about this, that would be fine, but now that he does, how could he possibly stand idly by?
Moreover, Ye Qinghan felt that this matter was far from simple!
This was probably not something Xu Zhanfeng learned from the Lord of the Water Mirror Sacred Domain, but rather something his master already knew.
"Qinghan, come with me."
After dismissing everyone, Su Cheng, along with his eldest disciple, returned to the September Holy Land.
He simply followed behind his master, who remained silent, and Ye Qinghan did not speak either.
Following in my master's footsteps, I stepped into the Holy Land of September once again, only to find that the stench of blood had permeated the air and was now inseparable from it.
The smell enters the nasal cavity, followed by a sticky, rusty taste that then travels to the mouth.
The air was slightly damp, and pale red bloodstains permeated the mountains.
The corpses at my feet seemed familiar, lying haphazardly at my feet, some so large that I had to go around them.
Ye Qinghan could recall with crystal clarity how Xu Zhanfeng killed them.
Compared to the Pingyun Sect and the Liu Family, the tragic state of the September Sacred Domain was like a living hell, and even Ye Yanwang felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Reaching the platform that resembled a martial arts training ground again, it was even more unacceptable than before.
But when Ye Qinghan looked at his master, his master seemed to have no feelings about it at all, and was just strolling leisurely, as if he were taking a walk in the back of the house.
Blood flowed down the grooves of the relief stone bricks, outlining a scene resembling a grand formation.
The corpses were piled up like a small mountain on one side, including many elders who had cultivated for over a hundred years, as well as minor demons who came and went from the mountain gate.
If these were the cloth shoes he wore before becoming an apprentice, his feet would probably be soaked in blood by now, staining them red.
Although the shoes were a gift from my master, the stickiness was still hard to shake off.
"Master, do you want Qinghan to let go of his hatred?"
"Don't speak yet, come with me."
Ye Qinghan was conflicted at this moment. She wanted to take revenge herself, but she didn't want to put her master in a difficult position.
She knew perfectly well that her master was doing it for her own good, but she couldn't do it, she couldn't accept this ending.
I don't want to get my revenge so easily and confusedly, and live like a fool under my master's protection.
When they arrived at the temple gate, Su Cheng slowly stopped, looked at Ye Qinghan, and asked.
How many people died along the way?
"A slight chill... I don't know."
Ye Qinghan looked slightly guilty. Even if she was resolute in front of her master, she could only offer her remonstrance with her master to the death. If her master really disagreed, she could only... reserve her opinion.
She had thought of ways to resolve the issue, but if her master truly disagreed, there were certainly many other options.
"There are 742 demon cultivators in total. If you include those in the house, that's quite a lot."
"But..." Ye Qinghan hesitated, wondering what these people had to do with her. Did that mean her mother's death was in vain?
"Hehe, Qinghan, you don't mean to think that your master feels sorry for these demons, do you?"
"Isn't that so?"
Ye Qinghan was somewhat puzzled. Was that not what his master meant?
"In my eyes, these are just a string of numbers. You probably can't believe it, but I've killed more people than you've ever seen."
Su Cheng casually produced a chair, intending to start soothing the child.
Su Cheng sat down on the rather flimsy wooden chair and waved for Ye Qinghan to come forward.
"Their life or death is in my eyes as a matter of a single thought; I have never cared about it."
"As far as I am concerned, a slight chill is just a slight chill; I know your character."
"You are the only one I care about."
Ye Qinghan was speechless at this moment. To be honest, she did not understand her master's meaning.
After seeing these scenes, Ye Qinghan was moved, but that was all.
He didn't understand what his master was trying to express.
But this does not affect the emotional exchange between the two.
Many times, she felt that even without the ability to eavesdrop on her master's thoughts, she could still understand his intentions.
She felt this was trust; she knew her master wouldn't harm her.
Master is actually a very lazy person. He has no lofty ideals and only wants to live a quiet life in a corner of the world, eating and drinking for free.
But after meeting the woman known as Master's Wife, the Flower-Seeking Immortal Venerable, she felt she could gradually deduce why her master was like this.
She felt that her master was a person who was afraid of being alone and was very fragile.
It is precisely because we have lost so much that we cherish the hard-won emotions around us all the more.
"Of course, I look forward to your growth, but I also hope that you will not lose your way or abandon the important things along the way."
"Sometimes, the truth is not what you think. Even if you piece together a jigsaw puzzle and arrive at a certain answer, it may not be correct."
“You are not alone, you still have your teacher.”
“You are not helpless. In this respect, you can learn from Shiyao and rely on the people around you. There is nothing shameful about it.”
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