Chapter 210: Better to Attack Others Than Reflect

Duan Yanqing, you and your son are bound by blood; I take all your cultivation.

South Sea Crocodile God, you have committed evil and taken lives; I take all your cultivation.

Zhong Wanchou, you deserve only a minor punishment; I leave you a fraction of your cultivation.

Duan Zhengchun, you raised Duan Yu with great hardship; I leave you a fraction of your cultivation.

Gu Qing stepped in at the right moment, ensuring Duan Yu absorbed all the cultivation he was due; when the Northern Darkness Divine Art completed, Duan Yanqing, the South Sea Crocodile God, and Duan Zhengchun all collapsed to the ground, while Zhong Wanchou could barely sit up.

Internal cultivation, so long as it isn't drained to the last drop, can still be restored.

In the original story, Duan Yu absorbed much internal cultivation, yet Yun Zhonghe and Ye Erniang of the Four Evils continued their evil deeds afterward with no ill effects.

But now, Duan Yu had absorbed all of Duan Yanqing's and the South Sea Crocodile God's cultivation, most of Duan Zhengchun's, and a small portion of Zhong Wanchou's; his internal cultivation was now among the deepest in the world.

"What's going on here? All this chaos?"

Light footsteps approached outside the room; Gan Baobao's voice was urgent, but her steps were even faster, and she burst into the room in an instant.

All in the room turned to look at Gan Baobao.

Everyone present was a seasoned veteran; seeing Gan Baobao's state, they knew she had been outside all along and seized the chance to rush in.

Duan Zhengchun and Zhong Wanchou stared at the voluptuous woman who had burst in; seeing Gan Baobao's tense expression, her gaze swept the room, then she ran straight toward Duan Zhengchun without hesitation.

"Baobao..."

Zhong Wanchou's eyes bulged with rage, his heart torn apart.

This time, he was utterly defeated.

"You little thief."

Gan Baobao embraced Duan Zhengchun, seeing his battered body, her heart ached; she said: "You swore you'd give up being a prince, become a thief, and take me away..."

Ignoring Zhong Wanchou's screams, Gan Baobao showed Duan Zhengchun nothing but care and pity.

Duan Zhengchun had slipped into Wanjie Valley, entered Gan Baobao's room, and spoken those words in a moment of passion; now, captured and whipped, he had cooled down, and at her words, he fell silent.

Gan Baobao looked at Duan Zhengchun's expression, sighed, and softly said: "I knew you were lying to me again."

Duan Zhengchun's eyes flickered, as if he wanted to speak, but finally made no sound.

"Baobao!"

Zhong Wanchou stared at Gan Baobao, cried out in agony: "Are you going to run off with this pretty boy?"

Gan Baobao could not control Duan Zhengchun, but controlling Zhong Wanchou was easy; she glared, tears streaming down, and said: "You swore you didn't care, didn't care—but then you conspired with the Four Evils to oppose the Dali Duan clan. You do care—you're the one who betrayed me first!"

"This, this..."

Zhong Wanchou stared, fury surging, but had no defense.

"You conspired with the Four Evils, despicable and shameless—I'll do one despicable, shameless thing for you to see!"

Gan Baobao snapped, then ordered Zhong Ling to fetch medicine to clean Duan Zhengchun's wounds and apply ointment.

Zhong Wanchou was frantic, desperate to stab Duan Zhengchun through the heart.

Duan Yu was meditating nearby; normally he should have been calm, but now he couldn't even bear to watch—he rushed forward, took the towel from Gan Baobao, and began cleaning Duan Zhengchun's wounds and applying medicine himself.

The room gradually fell silent.

Yue Lao San's internal cultivation had been fully drained; he was already extremely weak, but seeing this scene, he suddenly burst into laughter and said to Zhong Wanchou: "You're so ugly, yet your wife is so beautiful and your daughter so clever—surely she's not your own?"

Yue Lao San spoke plainly.

At this moment, Gu Qing turned to look at Yue Lao San; in the original, Yue Lao San was crude, but his foolish words often hit the mark by accident.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhong Wanchou glared and shouted: "My wife married me in May, gave birth in December—whose daughter do you think she is? Do you think I don't know?"

"I was just saying it for fun." Yue Lao San glanced at Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yu and said: "They don't even look like father and son—probably her seducing some man and giving birth."

Duan Zhengchun had been quietly watching, but hearing this, he flew into a rage and ordered Duan Yu to slap Yue Lao San twice.

At this moment, Gu Qing walked over to Yue Lao San, crouched down, and asked: "Look at my face—what do you see?"

Yue Lao San, still furious from being slapped twice by Duan Yu, looked Gu Qing over calmly, then glanced at Duan Yu, and said: "You look like that kid's father!"

"..."

Gu Qing was speechless.

That's too accurate!

Say more!

"He's my master!"

Duan Yu immediately said.

"Your master?"

!

Yue Lao San looked again at Gu Qing's face, remembered his sudden loss of cultivation, and realized it was tied to Gu Qing and Duan Yu; he spat: "Your master's a vile, rotten bastard!"

Good, good, good!

Gu Qing stood up; Yue Lao San had already sealed his own death warrant.

Leaving Yue Lao San behind, Gu Qing went to Duan Yanqing's side.

This man was the Crown Prince of Dali, fallen from power due to rebellion; influenced by Dao Bai Feng, he believed Guanyin Bodhisattva had dropped the willow branch's nectar upon him, granting rebirth—afterward, he vowed revenge, convinced he would one day be utterly evil and doomed, hence taking the nickname "Evil to the Brink."

Gu Qing looked at Duan Yanqing; in the original, Dao Bai Feng only recognized him as the beggar from her past after capturing the group and meeting Murong Fu and others, when she examined him closely.

"Do you have any last words?"

Gu Qing asked Duan Yanqing.

Duan Yanqing glared fiercely at Gu Qing, silent.

"Then you accept your fate."

Gu Qing reached out, snatched Zhong Wanchou's large ring blade, and brought it down in one stroke—Duan Yanqing's head separated from his body.

The room had been awkwardly silent; now, seeing Gu Qing kill with a blade, all fell quiet. Everyone knew Duan Yanqing was evil to the brink and deserved death—but seeing his head fly, blood gushing from his neck, they felt a chill.

Gu Qing lifted the blade, turned, and aimed at Yue Lao San, ready to end him swiftly.

"Wait a minute!"

South Sea Crocodile God Yue Lao San slapped his forehead and said: "Damn it, my boss can't speak—he uses belly speech! Now he's lost his cultivation—how's he talking?"

Gu Qing froze; this angle had never occurred to him.

You can't ask a mute for last words.

Gu Qing turned back, looked at Duan Yanqing's headless corpse lying on the ground—his right index finger had lifted, but the character hadn't been written before Gu Qing cut him down.

He really was about to write.

Gu Qing looked at the South Sea Crocodile God; even a fool's thousand thoughts yield one truth.

"You damn..."

The South Sea Crocodile God opened his mouth to rebuke.

Gu Qing slashed—and killed him too.

Rather than reflect on oneself, better to attack others.

(End of Chapter)