☆ Chapter 27 Tutorial: The Correct Way for the Villain to Kick the Male Lead (Part 3)
Shen Qingqiu was speechless, stunned by this straightforward style, when he saw Mobei Jun turn around and leave!
He finished his mission and left... This NPC was truly thorough and decisive, without any hesitation... He came from the darkness and returned to the darkness. His arrival was inexplicable, and his departure was equally inexplicable. However, he was always an inexplicable character; wherever Luo Binghe needed him, he would appear without any logic, so this arrangement wasn't entirely far-fetched.
The only far-fetched explanation is the extremely important hurdle that Shen Qingqiu will face next.
Having survived a fierce battle, Luo Binghe knelt amidst the ruins, his eyes glazed over, yet he seemed poised to tear everything apart at any moment. Imagine, his mind was like twelve dormant volcanoes erupting simultaneously, his veins flowing with magma. Just thinking about it was painful, and even Shen Qingqiu seemed to feel a pang of pain along with it.
The system issued an unprecedentedly sharp warning:
[WARNING! Critical Quest: The Abyss of No Return and Endless Hatred, now open! Failure to complete this quest will result in a -20,000 bonus to the protagonist's satisfaction!]
Wait a moment.
Didn't I say it was 10,000 when I confirmed with you the day before yesterday?
It's only been a few days and it's already doubled?
System, you motherfucker! (#‵′)凸!
Shen Qingqiu, whose own injuries had not yet healed, walked shakily to Luo Binghe, who was still in a semi-mad state, and slapped him on the back several times, sending a few strands of residual spiritual energy into his body.
Do you think something this simple will work?
Not only did Luo Binghe not regain his senses, but the demonic energy within him rebounded, forcing Shen Qingqiu to spit out a mouthful of blood that he had been holding back for a long time.
Only then did Luo Binghe regain some of his senses.
Master... in front of him...
...Blood...injured?
He slowly emerged from his dazed state, managing to piece together some indistinct words. The familiar face gradually became clearer.
Shen Qingqiu saw that his eyes had finally cleared up a bit, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He asked calmly, "Awake?"
He paused, then added, "If you're awake, we can have a proper talk."
Shen Qingqiu said, "Luo Binghe, tell me the truth, how long have you been practicing demonic arts?"
Upon hearing these words, Luo Binghe felt as if he had plummeted from a suffocating height into an icy abyss, leaving him with no choice but to regain his senses.
Looking at Shen Qingqiu's icy face, his heart sank.
In the past, Shen Qingqiu would always call him Binghe instead of his name.
He whispered, "Master, I can explain."
Although Luo Binghe was still a boy, he was usually calm and composed, even mature beyond his years. Yet now, a look of panic appeared on his face, as if he were eager to explain but didn't know where to begin. The dignified male protagonist, reduced to this state, was simply unbearable to watch. Unable to bear it any longer, Shen Qingqiu quickly spoke up, shouting, "Shut up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized he hadn't handled it well and had been too harsh. Luo Binghe seemed startled by him as well, like a child who had been slapped, looking bewildered, his dark eyes staring blankly at him, and obediently shut up.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye, and recited her lines dryly: "Since when did it start?"
"...Two years ago."
Shen Qingqiu remained silent. He was terrified by the child's honesty, answering every question so readily. Little did he know, Luo Binghe was automatically interpreting his silence as, "Very well. You wretched disciple, you've kept this from me for so long!"
Shen Qingqiu said softly, "Two years. No wonder you have made such rapid progress. Luo Binghe, you truly live up to your name. You are indeed exceptionally talented."
Actually, this sentence is a genuine expression of emotion from the bottom of his heart. After all, as the male protagonist, he is indeed exceptionally talented... If I had to say what it means, it would be envy plus a tiny bit of jealousy.
But to Luo Binghe, the meaning was completely different.
He immediately knelt down in front of Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Qingqiu was inwardly terrified. "Holy crap! You knelt before me the very first day we met?! And now you want me to kneel again?! A man's knees are worth their weight in gold; if the protagonist kneels, he'll die! I truly cannot bear this!" He flicked his sleeve and shouted, "Don't kneel before me!"
Luo Binghe was forced back several steps by the gale from his sleeve, becoming increasingly flustered.
Am I not even qualified to kneel down and beg for forgiveness from my master?
He murmured, "But Master, you said that people are divided into good and bad, and demons are also divided into good and evil."
Did I say that? Shen Qingqiu thought about it seriously.
It seems he really did say that!
Isn't it a bit shameless of you to deny it now?
“You are not an ordinary demon.” Shen Qingqiu stated in a flat tone, “You are an ancient celestial demon. This race has committed countless killings in the human realm. All sins originated from them. In any case, they cannot be compared with other demon races.”
Hearing Shen Qingqiu say those words with his own ears shattered Luo Binghe's hopes, and his eyes reddened.
He said in a trembling voice, "But you said it."
I've said a lot. I even posted hundreds of comments in bright red saying I wanted to castrate Shen Qingqiu!
...It's not funny at all.
Shen Qingqiu, who is usually good at internalizing his frustrations and adjusting himself, is now finding it impossible to relax.
He could only brainwash himself with that reason again: the suffering and torment Luo Binghe was enduring now was something he would have to go through to rise above others in the future.
Shen Qingqiu suddenly looked up, made a sword incantation, recalled the Xiuya Sword, and held it upside down in his hand.
His hand gripping the sword trembled slightly, subtle veins bulging as he exerted force. Luo Binghe asked incredulously, "Master, do you really intend to kill me?"
Shen Qingqiu's gaze pierced straight through his figure: "I don't want to kill you."
In Luo Binghe's memory, he had never seen Shen Qingqiu look at him with such a cold and resolute expression. Even when he first entered the Cangqiong Mountain Sect and was not well received by his master, Shen Qingqiu's gaze was never so empty, as if he regarded him as nothing.
He felt that Shen Qingqiu's condescending gaze was no different from how he used to look at those heinous demons—completely devoid of warmth.
Shen Qingqiu said, "However, what that person said earlier is correct. The human realm is not a place you can stay for long. You should return to where you belong."
He took a step forward, and Luo Binghe took a step back, forcing the two of them to retreat to the edge of the Abyss.
Turning around, one could see surging demonic energy churning endlessly in the ravine, countless spirits wailing, and a thousand deformed arms reaching upwards towards the rift in the human realm, thirsting for fresh flesh and blood. Deeper still, the area was shrouded in ominous black mist and eerie crimson light.
Shen Qingqiu pointed his elegant sword diagonally down into the abyss and said, "Are you going down yourself, or do you want me to do it for you?"
He selfishly hoped that Luo Binghe would go down on his own. Although it would be too cruel for him, it was still better than being beaten down by Shen Qingqiu himself.
Kolo Glacier is still not giving up.
He simply couldn't believe that his master, who had been so good to him, would actually push him down.
Even though Xiuya's sword pierced his chest, he still clung to his last glimmer of hope.
Shen Qingqiu didn't intend to stab him. Really. He just wanted to swing his sword to scare him, and Luo Binghe, in order to dodge, took a step back and naturally fell down. But he didn't expect Luo Binghe to stand there silently and take the sword head-on.
He's dead. What started as a mere kick has now become a blood feud!
Luo Binghe gripped the sword tip with his backhand, but not with force, just a light grip. This meant that if Shen Qingqiu wanted to use force, the Xiuya sword could continue to pierce through his chest.
Luo Binghe's throat trembled slightly, but he remained silent. Even though the sword tip hadn't yet pierced his heart, Shen Qingqiu seemed to feel the throbbing sensation spread from the sword to the back of his hand, his entire arm, and finally to his own heart.
Shen Qingqiu abruptly drew his sword and pulled it back.
Because of his movement, Luo Binghe swayed slightly, but quickly regained his balance. Seeing that Shen Qingqiu did not kill him, a faint light flickered in his previously dim eyes, like a dying ember struggling in the ashes after a fire.
Shen Qingqiu was about to deliver the final blow, extinguishing the last glimmer of light in his eyes.
He knew that Luo Binghe would never retaliate.
He knew even more that he would probably never forget the despair in Luo Binghe's eyes as he fell.
A palm strike landed!
By the time the sect leaders and cultivators from Cangqiong Mountain Sect, Huanhua Palace, Tianyi Temple, and other sects who had cleared out the demons arrived at the scene, the space at the tear in the Abyss had already closed.
Shen Qingqiu had already treated the wounds of everyone who had fainted (except for Shang Qinghua, who was feigning unconsciousness). He neglected his own injuries, his clothes stained with blood, his face expressionless and pale, looking truly wretched. Yue Qingyuan stepped forward to check his pulse, his brow furrowed, and he scolded him several times before summoning the professional Mu Qingfang to examine him. Each faction searched for their own members among the people lying haphazardly on the ground, claimed them, and carried them away for further treatment.
Liu Qingge suddenly realized that someone was missing and asked, "Where is your apprentice?"
Shen Qingqiu did not answer, but picked up the broken pieces of a long sword from the ground.
The disciples of Qingjing Peak rushed over. Mingfan, who was in the lead, had sharp eyes and spotted the sword. He stammered, "Master, that sword isn't..."
Back then, he had longed for the Zhengyang Sword on Wanjian Peak for many years. After Luo Binghe pulled it out, he was so jealous that he was burning with envy and cursed it for countless sleepless nights. Naturally, he would not mistake it for something else.
Ning Yingying suddenly burst into tears: "Master, please don't scare me. Is this...is this A Luo's true yang?"
Whispers rippled through the crowd: "The Zhengyang Sword?" "Is he talking about Luo Binghe, the beloved disciple of Peak Master Shen?" "The sword is there, but the man is gone. The sword is broken, so where is he?" "Could it be that he too... cough cough."
Someone sighed, "If that's really the case, it's such a pity. Young Hero Luo has already been at the top of the Immortal Alliance's Golden List all this way." "Heaven is jealous of talent! Heaven is jealous of talent!"
Among these people, some sighed with regret, some were astonished, some were overcome with sorrow, and some were gloating.
Ning Yingying burst into tears on the spot.
Although Mingfan disliked Luo Binghe, he never truly wanted him dead. Besides, considering how much his master had doted on him later, and now that this brat was dead and his body was nowhere to be found, his master must be heartbroken and in a terrible mood. A somber atmosphere hung over the entire Qingjing Peak. Qi Qingqi and Liu Mingyan, the leaders of Xianshu Peak, were also moved by this.
Liu Qingge was not good with words, so he patted Shen Qingqiu on the shoulder and said, "If you lose a disciple, you can take in another."
Although she knew he was trying to comfort her, Shen Qingqiu still wanted to give him a listless glare. Anyone who hadn't kicked their closed-door disciple and male lead into the abyss was just talking without any real understanding of the situation!
Never mind. It's all set in stone.
Shen Qingqiu slowly said, "Luo Binghe, a disciple of Qingjing Peak, was killed by the demons."
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