Chapter 1488: The Consequences of Craving Pleasure

Li Yunshan stepped forward and pried open Yun Qing's hand, only to see several hidden weapons concealed in his palm; these weapons were as thin as hair, activated by Primordial Qi, silent and traceless, and the poison coated on them was specifically designed for Dharma Cultivators—as long as you touched even a little, you would certainly be controlled.

"Someone like you who craves pleasure, how could you possibly be willing to let go of everything you have now?"

"You... you knew everything?" Yun Qing's eyes were bloodshot; he stared fixedly at Li Yunshan, his expression one of extreme unwillingness.

"I didn't know, but I understand you, or one could say, I understand human nature." Li Yunshan smiled: "Don't forget, I sat through thirty years of Bitter Zen; if I didn't even understand this bit of human nature in you, then those thirty years of Bitter Zen would truly have been in vain."

"Go in peace; my ambition is not to be the Sect Leader, I just want to seek justice for the self of thirty years ago, and also for the future development of Yunlu Abode." Li Yunshan patted Yun Qing's shoulder, then turned and left.

Yun Qing stood on the spot, not moving an inch, and as Li Yunshan gestured with his right hand, that Flying Sword suddenly departed from his body.

Yun Qing fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes wide open, dying with deep resentment.

The disciples of Yunlu Abode scattered on a large scale, many of them simply abandoning their swords and fleeing.

Over where Chen Yu and Zhenwu were, the battle had already turned the sky dark and the earth dim; the surrounding ten-plus acres of Purple Bamboo Forest, which were as hard as iron, were now almost completely destroyed.

The Original Power that erupted when the two fought had shaved off quite a bit of the surrounding Mountain corners.

Chen Yu gripped Lichen tightly in his hand, staring fixedly at the person before him.

And Zhenwu also gripped the Blood Drink in his hand tightly; he too stared fixedly at Chen Yu, and the two sides just looked at each other like this.

In a battle between experts, things change in an instant, and what is tested is patience and the Dao Heart.

Right now, both sides' spirits were tightly coiled; neither was willing to move first, for whoever moved first meant they had fallen into a disadvantage.

Fresh blood slowly dripped from Zhenwu's body; he already had eighteen wounds on him, and although his Demon Body had formed, the Lichen in Chen Yu's hand was no pushover.

The Blood Drink in his hand was nourished by his own flesh and blood; although it was also very formidable, and although he had wounded Chen Yu, Chen Yu possessed the ability of Regeneration, and now not a single wound could be seen on Chen Yu's body.

If not for his slightly tattered clothes, Zhenwu would have even doubted whether, after fighting for so long, the Blood Drink in his hand had even managed to touch the corner of the other's clothes.

"Shall we continue?" Staring at each other with wide eyes like this was no solution, so Chen Yu spoke first.

"As long as I have a single breath left, I will not allow you to pass; young man, you are quite impressive." Zhenwu muttered: "To be able to fight back and forth with me, you are something."

"I already told you, you should go see the outside world more; you've been here for two sixty-year cycles, over a hundred years, and the outside has already undergone earth-shaking changes; perhaps if you went outside to see, you wouldn't want to be a Demon Cultivator anymore." Chen Yu said earnestly.

He was not joking; this old fellow had been in this place for over a hundred years and had no idea what the outside world was like; in this world of glitz and glamour, perhaps once he went out, he would be willing to just be an ordinary person.

"Haha, don't waste your breath; if you could persuade me to go out with just a few words, then my cultivation all these years would truly have been in vain." Zhenwu laughed heartily: "Kid, your strength is great; my Blood Drink actually couldn't hurt you."

"No, it did tear my clothes." Chen Yu shook his head: "As expected of a Demon Cultivator; my Lichen left eighteen wounds on you, yet you can still stand and talk to me? If it were a normal Dharma Cultivator, they probably would have collapsed long ago, right?"

"That is why Demon Cultivators are not tolerated by heaven and earth." Zhenwu said indifferently: "And the people in this world fear Demon Cultivators the most, because this kind of existence that defies heaven and earth is something those hypocrites with their moral facades can never compare to."

"Give you an inch and you take a mile?" Chen Yu looked at Zhenwu, somewhat speechless: "You Demon Cultivators, acting against the heavens, committing murder and slaughter—this is true, isn't it?"

"You devour human souls to aid your own cultivation, and even slaughter your own kind; these are all things you Demon Cultivators are capable of doing."

"So what? A Demon stands between heaven and earth, respects no gods or Buddhas, fears no Heavenly Dao, and lives openly and honestly; unlike you so-called righteous Dharma Cultivators, who clearly do despicable and shameless things yet still have to find a high-sounding excuse for yourselves." Zhenwu said with a chuckle: "Do you think what I said is right or not?"

"Right, everything you say is right." Chen Yu stared at him and said: "I have one good trait, which is that I don't like to argue with others."

"Our moral principles are different, and the laws we follow are different, so neither of us is wrong; what is wrong is the Heavenly Dao and justice, what is wrong is this world."

"Haha, you are different from those monks and Daoists; when they meet me, they all try to persuade me to turn over a new leaf and return to the righteous path, but they never say that our moral principles are different or our laws are different." Zhenwu laughed heartily, looking at Chen Yu with interest: "I haven't made a friend in many years; right now, I quite want to make a friend of you."

"Then we stop fighting?" Chen Yu asked.

"We still have to fight, but if we could sit down now, drink some wine, and have a good talk, perhaps it would be better." Zhenwu muttered: "It seems I haven't had a drink in a long time; ever since the previous Sect Leader passed away seventy years ago, these juniors of his have become less and less respectful to their elders."

"Alright then, let's not fight for now; let's have a few drinks first." Chen Yu nodded earnestly and took wine directly from his Space Bracelet, along with a few packs of spicy gluten strips.

"Sorry, I didn't prepare any side dishes; this stuff is a product of the new century, you can try it." Chen Yu opened the spicy gluten strips.

"You actually have a storage space on you; this thing is quite rare, one could say it is something you encounter by chance but cannot seek, you are indeed no ordinary person." Zhenwu looked at Chen Yu with some suspicion.

Seeing the Moutai Chen Yu took out, he asked curiously: "Is this wine? Why does it look like this? It's different from the wine in my memory."

"It is indeed wine." Chen Yu said helplessly: "I already warned you to go and see this world properly; because you haven't gone out for many years, this world has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to before."

"Indeed, I haven't been out for two sixty-year cycles; this world has truly undergone earth-shaking changes, even the wine is different from before. I am known as someone who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk; I wonder if this wine can make me drunk for once." Zhenwu said.

"If you can get drunk, does that mean we don't have to fight?" Chen Yu asked.

"Hehe, joking, I would get drunk?" Zhenwu was annoyed; he might not be able to beat others in a fight, but when it came to drinking, he had never yielded to anyone.