Chapter 336: Society, you toxic bro — people are ruthless but say little

Blood.

Blood.

So much, so much, so much blood.

When that hot bead rolled into his eyes, Fu Zouzi couldn't even tell whether he was being scorched by the flames before him or by the fresh blood.

Xuan Feixing.

Xuan Feixing had actually opened that black altar he never left.

Clearly, he merely dipped the whip's tip into the black altar for a few breaths.

Clearly, he was just swinging his whip as usual, wrist hanging.

Clearly, there was not a hint of cruelty on his face.

But wherever the whip tip passed......

No, or rather, wherever the wet whip tip passed......

it followed the offensive, skin and flesh rotting, blood and flesh collapsing.

Exactly, collapsing.

Fu Zouzi swore he had lived nineteen years and had never seen anything like this poison.

Just one drop, only needing one drop, was more horrifying than arsenic.

That long whip, wherever it swept——

If it landed on a person's face, it could instantly corrode, eating out a bowl-sized blood hole.

But if it fell on grass, it......

actually made the grass wither instantly; the originally lush green leaves quickly turned yellow and died.

Even the living stones hissed, unable to hold together.

Under heaven, heroes and talents truly each have their own merits.

Fu Zouzi had long guessed that the person the Empress assigned to him wouldn't be simple, yet everything before him truly exceeded his expectations.

However, however.

What made Fu Zouzi uneasy wasn't just that the poison was extraordinarily potent.

And also, the person using the poison.

Xuan Feixing......

Xuan Feixing......

In the blazing fire, bandits stained with the black whip kept falling one after another.

Yet Xuan Feixing was clearly not satisfied; with each whip lash and each step, he casually shoved the incessantly wailing people, face-down, hard into the mud.

Until, until even those barely able to stand had mostly collapsed, he then reopened the large black altar he carried in one hand and poured out some thick, ink-like......

Water.

Of course, if that substance could still be called water.

After all, no one has ever seen such 'water'; upon hitting the ground, it merges with the soil, blends, spreads......

In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a swamp no larger than an arm's length, exhaling black mist.

Then, one gulp, two gulps, three gulps......

Slowly, it swallowed whole all those Xuan Feixing had trampled into the ground.

Among the bandits felled by the whip, some were already dead, some still alive.

But once that mysterious black slurry crept over a patch of skin, all the wailing would finally leave only silent muteness.

From beginning to end, on Xuan Feixing's somber face, somewhere between youth and adolescence, there was never a trace of bloodlust......

Impatient.

Only, impatient.

"Ah! Ahhhhh!"

"Hero, hero! I was wrong! I was wrong! We just got beaten, so we...... no, no, it's not me, it's them, they're the ones who won't submit!"

The last bandit who could barely breathe had never seen such a scene; he was terrified stupid early on.

He was naturally timid, had hidden at the back from the start, and when Xuan Feixing swung his whip, he collapsed from leg weakness the fastest.

Thus, among the crowd, he actually ended up leaving him with a life to this day.

But it's obvious that this is only so far.

Xuan Feixing stepped closer, casually raising his whip at the not-so-tall bandit; the man instantly gave off a urine stench, flailing with hands and feet to escape, but crawling wherever he could, he could only see the whip in the fire being raised higher and higher:

"Hero! Hero!"

"It's because we have eyes but fail to recognize Mount Tai!"

"Please! We were just trying to rob a little to feed our families; treat me as a fart and let me go!"

The man burst into tears, snot, saliva, and tears streaming together.

Xuan Feixing's face remained expressionless until the instant before the whip tip would fall——

"Xuan Feixing!"

Dark clouds pressed the mountains; the whole gloomy forest had only the dying embers of the burning cart.

Fu Zouzi, struggling to salvage the cart's goods, was half-scorched by the flames, clutching a box in one hand, heedless of his rear, yet upon seeing this scene he still shouted hoarsely:

"Xuan Feixing—forget it, stop!"

The whip tip paused for a breath, just one breath, also giving the man a chance to catch his breath.

That already soul‑lost bandit flailed with hands and feet on the ground several times, eventually rolling and crawling into the thicket on all fours.

Xuan Feixing gave a cold chuckle, without turning back:

How? Do you think that by speaking like this now, you have a Saint's compassion?

No, it only shows you are a clueless, indecisive idiot.

I already let them off easy before, but they came back to set fire and burn the cart; killing them is no problem. How do you know that sparing one person won't bring them back tomorrow with more people to besiege us?

Fuzhouzi couldn't answer that, and had no way to respond.

He sees himself as someone who would not spare his life for the great cause; as long as the great cause succeeds, he feels no regret, no matter how many people he kills or harms.

However......

The reason I called out to him was indeed just that breath, just that breath......

Xuan Feixing's expression left him with an indescribable fear.

Just as he had previously devoted himself wholeheartedly to carrying out heaven's mandate for the Empress, he was still willing to leave midway to go work for Yuanlong.

He is rarely soft-hearted and lenient, but whenever something truly happens, he certainly will not stand by idly.

The black jar beside Xuan Feixing was clearly abnormal; when the other side used the poison from the altar, karmic obstacles and yin energy roiled on their body, almost engulfing their true form.

Even though Fuzhouzi had traveled south and north, he could barely be called well-informed; this kind of existence, almost a human-heart ghost thing, was something he had never encountered before......

Ji Mao Ge had protected him all the way; although he came by the Empress's order, he truly did not want to see them create more killing karma.

Especially, especially under the premise that the situation of Mysterious Feather Mountain is still unknown!

Fuzhouzi wiped away a bitter tear, then with difficulty set down the small boxes in his two hands before beginning to tidy his Dao robe, already torn in places by fire.

The cart was burned, and the horse ran away.

In order to save some things, the lower hem of the Dao robe had already been burned away, leaving a large hole on each shoulder and another at the waist.

His Mysterious Mirror at the waist also......

Wait, where is his Mysterious Mirror!?

When did his Mysterious Mirror get lost!?

Fuzhouzi startled, his face changing drastically; he immediately turned back to the cart still retaining some warmth, searching everywhere for his Mysterious Mirror.

However, however.

Perhaps heaven's mandate has changed, perhaps his fortune has gone.

In the end, all he found was a fragment that had been baked in the blaze for a long...... fragile stone.

The Mysterious Mirror's stone is special, originally a layered thousand-layer stone; after being baked in the blaze, a slight touch causes the surface to flake off like crumbs of a baked bun.

One layer, two layers, three layers......

Originally not large, the Mysterious Mirror almost instantly collapsed into a stone core only two fingers wide.

It is obvious that after just one or two more wears, this small stone in hand will be completely useless.

Fuzhouzi cried all along this road from the bumpy ride, cried when encountering the Hei Dian at an inn, and cried when Xuan Feixing grabbed him by the back of the neck and fled.

But now, upon encountering such a major event, it was like sinking into a pool; aside from bone-deep chill, his heart and mind had no further fluctuations, only able to repeat over and over:

"It's over, it's over......"

This time, it's truly over.

Although the authenticity of the Mysterious Mirror is hard to discern, it is still one of his great reliables for peeking at heavenly secrets.

But now, the Mysterious Mirror has shattered, meaning that after at most one or two more uses, he will lose all means of communicating with the person opponent......

At that point, not to mention listening to whatever true-or-false words, to reverse derive heavenly secrets......

Even those strange and odd words can no longer be heard!

?? Come provoke, next chapter in half an hour!