Chapter 579: He Does Not Care (33 Today 1w)

What...

Chixiao did not expect that even after performing like this, she would receive such a cold answer.

Die.

Is this person truly hard-hearted?

"Although I personally don't recommend it, feeling that it's too spineless, if you truly feel those experiences were too humiliating, you can die."

Ren Yidao smiled slightly, his tone as calm as if he were speaking of something self-evident, "Close your eyes, and it's all over."

"But if you don't want to be so spineless, you can also temporarily endure it, then think of a way to take revenge later, and make those who harmed you pay the price."

"So, don't say you have no choice; at the very least, you could commit suicide. The choice has actually always been in your own hands."

"Since you chose to live back then, and chose to become one of the perpetrators to harm others, the innocent you of the past was long ago no longer innocent."

"Saying so much now is merely an attempt to stir up my sympathy, to make me feel compassion and spare your life."

"But the problem is, those sufferings of yours were not brought upon you by me, while their sufferings were brought upon them by you."

The one who harmed you is not me, but the one who harmed them is you.

"Things have reached this point, and now that we are here, let's not say these high-sounding words anymore, shall we? It really is meaningless to listen to."

The indifferent words made Chixiao's stiff expression gradually turn to despair; she saw the abyss-like apathy deep in the eyes of the smiling youth.

Seemingly kind and approachable, yet in reality, he was high above, coldly looking down on everything beneath his feet.

This person was truly just as he had said before: he was not a saint, nor did he want to become one.

Regarding the pain of others, he had never cared in the slightest.

Wait... such an indifferent person, why would he seek justice for others?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Chixiao, an abrupt thought appeared in her mind, and she muttered: "So, you actually didn't come to help them take revenge?"

Oh?

"You figured it out?" Ren Yidao glanced at her with surprise, then smiled candidly: "I was going to come find you anyway, and his soul just happened to lead the way for me."

Chixiao fell silent.

So, this person had come to kill her from the very beginning, and helping them was merely on the way.

"And don't say you have reflected; that wasn't reflection at all, you just realized you were going to die."

Ren Yidao didn't want to be a moral crusader to preach; he lacked the qualification and the interest. Instead, he had some appreciation for Chixiao's struggle: "First feign submission to beg for mercy, then bring out a backer to threaten, and finally try to stir up sympathy using past experiences... if it were someone else, the outcome might not have been certain."

"Are you done? Do you have any other tricks? If not, I'm going to make my move."

Ren Yidao asked with a smile, not like he was notifying Chixiao that her death was imminent, but rather like he was discussing what to eat later.

Heh... this is truly, laughable.

At the very end, Chixiao's hair was disheveled, and she raised her head in a sorry state, staring at Ren Yidao as she asked: "... Do you and I have a grudge?"

"No, but you and I are both cultivators; what we do is nothing more than striving. Does this still need a reason? Do you not even understand this much?" Ren Yidao blinked, feeling somewhat strange.

What kind of question is that.

Chixiao was silent, then lowered her head as if accepting her fate.

Does she not understand?

She understands.

If Ren Yidao had rebuked Chixiao for the act of harming others for cultivation, she would still have had words to refute him, but when he spoke candidly about the strife of cultivators, she had nothing left to say.

And just as Ren Yidao's palm landed on Chixiao's head, the Bodhisattva who had already accepted her fate suddenly erupted, biting toward her enemy!

Although she was caught by the top of her head by Ren Yidao, who had anticipated this, Chixiao still bit viciously toward his palm.

"I curse you!!!"

"You will definitely go to hell!"

Crack.

Accompanied by the light pinching of his fingers, strangling Dharma Power poured into her, directly shattering the woman's Divine Soul.

Thud.

Ren Yidao indifferently threw the now-corpse Chixiao onto the ground and shook his head.

"Go to hell? Why don't you open your eyes and look at the Merit all over my body? Which hell would dare to take me?"

Truly ugly.

A fallen evil cultivator, the only thing presentable on her entire body was this bit of skin, and apart from that... it was filthy to the extreme.

Sss—

Just after Chixiao completely lost her life, time seemed to return to this beautiful body; she began to age rapidly, her skin became wrinkled, spots grew, and finally, she turned into dust, leaving behind a pile of bones on the ground, then the bones also shattered quickly, and finally dissipated with the wind.

After cultivating evil arts for a lifetime, not even a trace could be left behind after death.

No, perhaps it cannot be said that nothing was left behind.

After Chixiao vanished into thin air, many, many souls that had been bound by her drifted out from her corpse.

"Rest in peace, all of you."

"Your revenge has been taken."

Ren Yidao watched the wronged souls released from Chixiao's body, his gaze lingering on an aged soul, and he shook his head slightly.

That was the oldest of all the souls, a pathetic soul that had been concerned for her until death.

"If there is a next life, before loving others, you should learn to love yourself first."

When Ren Yidao walked out of the temple's main hall, the battle outside had long since ended.

Ren Yidao naturally did not come alone; while he dealt with Chixiao, others were responsible for clearing out those weaker Bodhisattvas.

"Hey! Too slow!"

The young girl in the white dress stood out, blocking Ren Yidao's path, and pointed at him, scolding angrily: "I think you're truly hungry! A little Spirit Transformation brat, did you really need to waste so much time? Were you hiding inside doing something shameful?"

Ren Yidao, however, did not even lift his eyelids at his master's unreasonable behavior and asked directly: "What? Are you jealous?"

"Huh???"

After a moment of stunned silence, Yaoyue's eyes widened. She glared at the provocative Evil disciple and shouted angrily: "Hey! You're teasing me!?"

This Evil disciple was becoming increasingly presumptuous.

In the past, he would at least put on an act and not be so blatant.

Now, it was as if he wasn't even bothering to pretend!

It was truly audacious.

It was too much!

"I didn't; you're overthinking it." Ren Yidao spread his hands and said with an innocent face, "Besides, if you weren't jealous, you wouldn't need to be angry right now. Your being this furious only confirms my point."

She was flustered, she was flustered, she was flustered!

"You! Huh? I... huh?" Yaoyue had intended to rebuke his nonsense, but she froze halfway through.

Am I angry because I'm jealous?

I'm not jealous, so I shouldn't be angry right now?

Is that the logic?

Why does it feel like something is wrong... huh?

Having easily manipulated his master—who had lived for a long time but was inexperienced in the ways of the world—Ren Yidao left her to struggle with her thoughts and turned to toss the sphere formed from Chixiao's heart to Mingxin.

"Here, the item is obtained. Adding this one, it makes the tenth we've hunted, right? If you count what they've collected, it's nearly two hundred."

Ren Yidao and his group were hunting reserve Fozi to seize their Buddha Hearts, and others were doing the same.

With Fozi Jiexing announcing the selection of a new Fozi, the entire Western Desert had become restless, and the slaughter had long since begun.

It was only because Chixiao had a special status—being the plaything of a big shot in the Lingyu Sect—that no one had laid a hand on her until now.

Others were unwilling to provoke trouble, but Ren Yidao did not care whose woman she was.

He had happened upon half a skull that pointed him in the right direction, so he just happened to take a small detour to eliminate a reserve Fozi.

This was very reasonable.

However, precisely because Chixiao had not been targeted by anyone, she possessed no Buddha Heart; their harvest this time was only her alone.

At this moment, not only Ren Yidao and his group, but others also had more or less acquired quite a few Buddha Hearts.

"There's no need to rush to strike from now on. When there are fewer people left, the gains from each strike will increase."

"Understood." Mingxin accepted the Buddha Heart, pressed his palms together in a salute to Ren Yidao, and felt quite moved in his heart.

This Daoist was truly soft-hearted, yet his mouth was truly hard.

After seeing that skull, he had turned around and come straight to Chixiao Temple, and yet he still claimed he didn't care...

However, Mingxin had learned his lesson and did not provoke this somewhat shy Daoist further, instead stringing Chixiao's Buddha Heart onto the Prayer Beads on his wrist.

Then, he and Minghui continued to chant sutras to deliver the souls of the deceased female Bodhisattvas.

Although they were enemies and of the Evil path, he still upheld his belief in compassion, performing rites to soothe their souls.

Clatter.

The bracelet emitted a crisp sound as it swayed, and one could faintly hear the sound of chanting, as if it were there and yet not.

Ren Yidao watched from the side at the string of Buddha beads made from the hearts of reserve Fozi, unable to stop his thoughts from wandering.

This really was "stringing your heart and my heart together~"!

"Senior Brother! We did it!" As Ren Yidao was humming a song in a daze, his arm was suddenly hugged. Li Lingling pointed at the corpse on the ground and said with some excitement: "Senior Sister and I killed this one!"

The young girl's expression was excited, her face flushed, and if not for the fresh blood still smeared on her cheeks, she would have looked truly youthful and beautiful.

Her cheerful display made Ren Yidao sigh in his heart once again; the bloodline of the Li Family was truly powerful.

She was also a hidden killing machine...

However, Ren Yidao was quite gratified by this transformation of hers.

He would rather his Junior Sisters go out and kill others than have them be harmed by someone else one day.

"Very good, you two are very impressive. Senior Brother is very happy for you." He placed his hands on the heads of his Junior Sisters and rubbed them vigorously.

After this period of personal training, combined with Yaoyue's guidance, both Junior Sisters had shown astonishing progress.

Yu Yu was gradually becoming less shy; although her transformation was not as great as Li Lingling's, she could now puff out her chest generously when facing others and would no longer experience shyness during battle.

Besides the progress of his two Junior Sisters, what surprised Ren Yidao even more was that his disciple, Zhang Mang, had also shown gratifying results.

He had initially activated the physical body of the Hunyuan Body; although it consumed a great deal of Spirit Qi and he was currently only at the entry level of Qi Refining, according to the preliminary estimates of Ren Yidao and Yaoyue, he could contend with the physical bodies of the Demon Race at the same level.

For a Human Race physical body, this was already quite remarkable, and this was only the initial activation; once fully activated, it would likely be even stronger.

In the northern part of the Western Desert, in a magnificent palace.

A monk with a face like jade sat among a group of naked, unconscious women and slowly opened his eyes.

"The array at Chixiao Temple has been destroyed; she has likely fallen..." His brows furrowed slightly, then slowly relaxed as he realized: "The Buddha Son struggle has arrived again. It seems some blind reserve Buddha Son did this."

"Daring to kill my Cauldron, what immense audacity."

Regarding Chixiao's death, Qingzhan Shangren did not feel sorrow.

He did not care.

The reason he was angry was because someone dared to provoke his majesty.

"It cannot be left at this, otherwise everyone will dare to provoke me in the future..."

Boom!!!

Just as Venerable Qingzhan was considering how to state his position, a tremendous sound rang out, and a fist the size of two or three sandbags blasted open the palace gates.

"Who goes there!?"

A sturdy, somewhat frightening bald figure walked in slowly, his eyes like fire sweeping across the hall before landing on Venerable Qingzhan, and he said slowly:

"Are you Venerable Qingzhan?"