Chapter 531: We Demon Cultivators Are Ruthless, Merciless, and Have No Feelings

Jiang Ding flew through the sky, continuing toward the Scripture Pavilion.

One sword, as promised—one sword.

At this moment, apart from clues about immortal arts, nothing could distract him, not even for a quarter of an hour.

At this time, over two thousand kilometers away, the sword intent vanished.

"Oh ho."

"Dead? Or did he escape?"

Jiang Ding Zi muttered.

"The title Xue Shou Ren Mo is no good—it's a calamity. If he isn't dead, when there's time, after Xue Liuyun completes his historical mission of serving as the vanguard for the king, shaking the Beiyuan family's rule, I'll go beat him to death."

A human fiend would be one thing.

In a fight between foes, any method is fair—Ghost Dao, Blood Dao, all fine.

But at a time like this, it's hard to say.

"Mm?"

Fondness is fondness—dare oppose me, and I'll beat you to death.

"Sword intent—it's appeared again?"

Because the river of time flows on, years are heartless, familiar people around him die one by one, until he looks down on the world and can no longer find a single acquaintance, no one who can enter the heart of a high-rank cultivator.

Although his own limitations are great, and the destruction is great, he did indeed cause the rotten rule of the Beiyuan family—which had lasted over ten thousand years—to show cracks, drew some of the Beiyuan family's attention, and allowed more outsiders' Jin Dan cultivators to be born and grow.

But when it comes to implicating and slaughtering hundreds of thousands or millions of mortals at the drop of a hat, such a calamity is better off dying early and finding peace soon.

However,

"If Xue Liuyun tries to stop me, beat him to death too."

Although the General has always been mild-mannered, never taking out his anger on others.

Melt Weapon Mountain.

A mere horse slave, to reach where he is today—even with great fortune on his side—was no easy feat.

Bai Mei True Person and the other Jin Dan cultivators stood with hands bound, silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to draw even a breath, let alone offer words of comfort.

In the history books, how many heroes and champions—even supreme experts who suppressed an era—are not lacking those whose temperament changed drastically in their later years.

All the emotional anchors in the world had vanished.

To tell the truth, he still had some fondness for Xue Liuyun.

He turned around, looking toward a spot two thousand kilometers away, a hesitant, indecisive expression on his face.

"How can this guy be so hard to kill, stubborn as a cockroach."

Everyone knows that this Xue Shou Ren Mo has walked alongside the General since their days as horse slaves—one could say not brothers, but closer than blood brothers, family companions for several hundred years.

……

Jiang Ding's footsteps paused.

The world at this moment, for him, held no more attachments.

Under such circumstances, nothing is unchangeable, nothing cannot be altered.

"Second brother."

Xue Liuyun stared blankly at the flesh and blood fragments in his hand, silent, his expression dazed.

Vaguely, he recalled many things.

In the Yin clan mortal tribe, father died in battle, mother was taken away, he and his second brother became horse slaves—every day wearing little, eating little, grooming horses, picking up cow dung, cutting grass, always with endless work to do.

That pig-headed Yin Hei occupied mother, killed father, and whipped him every day.

Later, mother died, he and his second brother escaped, found the remains of a Qi-scattering cultivator, trained bitterly for several years, went back and killed all of Yin Hei's family, only to be hunted by the Yin clan's cultivators…

Several hundred years, through wind and rain, they had walked through it all together.

Today, his second brother was simply gone.

"Second brother!"

Xue Liuyun's expression became completely calm, as if he had made a decision at this moment.

"Back then, there was one thing I hid from you."

"When we were at the Blood River Sect ruins, we obtained two Blood Lotus Seeds. We agreed then—one each. After a hundred years of refinement, we'd both have a trump card."

"I thought back then, your strength is so weak, you might die early, leaving me alone in this world—and that would really be meaningless."

"So I took a wisp of your essence blood and divine soul, fused it into one, and have been refining it to this day—three hundred and seventy-four years now."

He flipped his palm, and another crimson lotus seed appeared.

"General!"

Bai Mei True Person's body shook, staring at that Blood Lotus Seed in disbelief.

At this moment, he finally understood why a mere scattered cultivator had so many people willing to follow him to the death, without complaint or regret.

A resurrection trump card!

What do cultivators strive for through all these bitter years of cultivation?

Is it not longevity!

Such a life-saving trump card, refined over hundreds of years of painstaking effort—just for a brother of a different surname.

This completely defied common sense!

However, no matter what kind of resurrection trump card, generally speaking, it probably cannot be used twice in succession…

Bai Mei True Person recalled some records obtained by Ancestor Xiang Qiyu through his strange encounters, opened his mouth, then closed it again, not daring to interrupt the clearly somewhat frenzied Xue Liuyun.

But there was one who was not afraid, who did not shy away from taboo.

"General! Don't!"

A burly, big-bearded man stepped forward, a blood-colored spear on his back radiating a terrifying killing aura, and said in a deep voice: "Second Brother's wisp of a soul fragment is incomparably weak, beyond saving. The dead cannot be brought back to life. Please, for the sake of your own body, reconsider."

"You must understand, you are not just one person — you are the very thing on which all your brothers' lives and fortunes depend."

The Fourth General of Blood Cloud, the Blood Spear General!

Bai Mei True Person's eyes shifted slightly.

This man was also a figure of great renown in the Northern Plains. His name was Hei Loushan, born of a side branch of the Heishi clan. His talent was outstanding, and he was especially adept at commanding cavalry formations. Though a latecomer — having joined the Eighteen Riders of Blood Cloud less than a century ago — he had since risen above his peers to rank fourth.

At this moment, his words were also unceremonious, carrying a faint note of reproach.

"Your brother is dead. I am deeply grieved."

Hei Loushan said in a deep voice: "But among us brothers, hunted by the Northern Plains clans, fathers, brothers, sisters, wives, children — who knows how many have died. We too have wept countless times."

"Are we to give up for this?"

His words were very direct; he did not address Xue Liuyun as brother.

Everyone risked their lives on the battlefield, betting everything on the chance at Nascent Soul. There was affection, yes, but it was even more a union of shared interest.

"Give up?"

"What give up?"

The surrounding Jin Dan cultivators were startled, at a loss.

How could one speak of giving up out of nowhere? What for?

Others, however, changed drastically in expression, turning sharply to stare at Xue Liuyun, fixing their gaze on him, a trace of anger surfacing.

Even, after a wisp of hope was shattered, an almost imperceptible killing intent arose, churning violently within their hearts.

"Fourth Brother, you overstate the case."

Xue Liuyun also sensed the violent emotional shifts of his subordinates around him, and said calmly: "To resurrect him once more would cost me merely two hundred years of lifespan. Counting life-extending pills, I still have seventy-seven years of lifespan left — enough to pursue the great Dao of Nascent Soul."

"Will you stop me?"

"Stop you?"

Hei Loushan's disappointment was plain on his face. He cupped his fists in salute and stepped back.

Still have seventy-seven years of lifespan left —

Easy for you to say!

Such a massive loss of lifespan in such a short time will certainly have an enormous impact on forming a Nascent Soul.

Originally, there might have been a forty or fifty percent chance; now, even one or two percent would be a stroke of heaven-sent luck.

Around them, the Blood Cloud Riders were all silent.

This man truly did value sentiment.

But, he was not the stuff of a great lord.

They had abandoned their homes and children, allowed their families to be slaughtered by the Northern Plains clans, endured countless partings and deaths, and for hundreds of years had been pursuing the great Dao of Nascent Soul.

It could be said that Xue Liuyun's Nascent Soul was no longer his alone — it carried the great-Dao hopes of countless people!

And now, for the sake of a dying man, he had, without the slightest hesitation, trampled the greater part of those hopes, trampled the greater part of their lifelong hopes and efforts.

At this, should one still praise him for valuing sentiment?

When their own children, wives, fathers and mothers died, did they feel no grief, no emotion?

Heh, as if you alone value sentiment.

Only you have it, do we? We are all cold-blooded demonic cultivators — how could we possibly possess such a thing?

As for stopping him?

A man who fears not even death — how could one possibly stop him?!