Chapter 38 Right and Wrong, Good and Evil.
Wu Xuan picked up a piece of pastry, put it in his mouth, and slowly walked towards the City Lord's Mansion. He wanted to see what methods the evil soul master had used to kill the City Lord's family. How did the cruelty of the method compare to that of the dead villagers?
Outside the City Lord's Mansion, Wu Xuan could smell a very strong stench of blood from a distance. As Wu Xuan slowly approached, three neat rows of city guards came into view. Each guard was clad in heavy iron armor, holding a long spear, standing straight and guarding the entrance, their faces solemn.
However, even the tightest defenses could not stop a soul master.
A moment later, Wu Xuan, his face ashen, scaled the wall of the simply decorated City Lord's Mansion.
The scene inside the City Lord's Mansion was several times more horrific than the village he had seen before. Limbs and torsos were scattered everywhere, and internal organs and blood were everywhere.
Everyone's death was extremely gruesome; even the children were not spared. Including the city lord, everyone's heads had been chopped off, and even their limbs were bent or broken—clearly, it was all for torture.
"Such an honest and benevolent city lord, yet he could be so ruthless as to exterminate an entire family." Wu Xuan's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he headed straight for the north of the city.
"Tianmeng! Wake up, time to work." Wu Xuan instructed Tianmeng, who was sleeping in his spiritual sea.
"Little Wu Xuan, what is it?" Tianmeng Ice Silkworm opened her sleepy eyes.
"Tianmeng, help me locate any Soul Masters around the Soul King level in the north of the city." Wu Xuan ordered.
"No problem! Leave it to me!" Tianmeng Ice Silkworm nodded, spreading her spiritual power throughout the north of the city.
"Found it! There's a rather weak aura in an abandoned house in the northwest." After only a moment, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm said smugly.
"Good! Thank you." Wu Xuan cracked his neck and headed straight for the abandoned house.
Inside a dilapidated house, a pale, gaunt man laughed maniacally. Hanging before him was a grotesque corpse, covered in blood and tortured beyond recognition; not a single part of its body was unharmed.
After his maniacal laughter subsided, a fleeting look of confusion, sorrow, and fear crossed his eyes.
Suddenly, faint footsteps sounded outside the house. The man's expression froze, then returned to its previous coldness.
From within his wide black robe, the gaunt man extended a withered, bloodless hand.
*Whoosh!*
A strange, purplish-red light abruptly appeared in his hand. As the light shone, the eerie chill in the courtyard intensified several times over.
The gaunt man casually shot the purplish-red light at the corpse, which instantly crackled and melted away like ice.
Just as the corpse was about to dissolve, Wu Xuan kicked open the dilapidated door and strode in with a cold expression.
The gaunt man, seeing Wu Xuan's imposing aura, finally showed a flicker of emotion in his previously unwavering, icy gaze.
Wu Xuan silently observed the man in the courtyard, who wore an extremely wide black robe, his face deathly pale. An undeniable aura of evil emanated from him.
Neither spoke upon meeting. Wu Xuan clenched his left hand into a claw, his palm instantly radiating silver light. With a flick of his left arm, a dazzling, ornate spear appeared in his hand.
The light faded, revealing a spearhead that was entirely silver, occupying nearly half of the spear shaft. Immediately afterward, two super-powerful spirit rings, one black and one red, rose around Wu Xuan.
Wu Xuan stomped his foot, his figure rushing rapidly towards the man before him.
The battle began immediately!
"Hah!" Wu Xuan roared, his spear swung forward, the tip pointing directly at the gaunt man. In that instant, he seemed to merge with the spear, the sudden surge of power rivaling that of a seasoned general. A 100,000-year soul ring? The gaunt man's expression changed drastically. Of the four soul rings on his body—white, yellow, yellow, and purple—the fourth lit up. The next moment, the man's bony hands transformed into skeletal claws, clashing with Wu Xuan's spear.
"Clang!"
The terrifyingly sharp power of the Soul-Shattering Spear shattered the man's outstretched skeletal claws. Wu Xuan moved with the spear, making no unnecessary movements. The spear blade spun, piercing the man's chest with a single thrust.
"Hmph!" Wu Xuan snorted coldly, withdrawing the spear blade and kicking the man in the abdomen.
Boom!
A tremendous roar, accompanied by a shockwave, sent dirt flying. The man was sent flying backward, coughing up blood, before crashing headfirst into the wall. Though critically wounded and on the verge of death, Wu Xuan's rage showed no sign of abating. His fair and handsome face was contorted with fury.
Nearly a thousand lives—killing him so easily was far too lenient.
The gaunt man's face was ashen; he was clearly beyond saving. The man used his hands to prop himself up against the wall, his eyes coldly fixed on Wu Xuan's fair and handsome face. He didn't beg for mercy; instead, his tone was filled with sarcasm: "You're also a member of the bureaucratic aristocracy, aren't you?"
Wu Xuan neither nodded nor shook his head. He didn't want to answer the man's question. He brandished his Soul-Shattering Spear, the blade pointing at the man once more.
Sensing the powerful aura emanating from Wu Xuan, the gaunt man didn't flee; instead, a look of relief appeared on his face.
Wu Xuan narrowed his eyes, staring at the man before him. Wasn't it said that evil soul masters, knowing they couldn't escape, would choose to fight to the death or self-destruct?
What was wrong with this man?
"Actually, I knew I was no match for you even before you entered. I also knew that my slaughter of several villages and towns, and the murder of the city lord's family, destined me to die a horrible death."
The gaunt man coughed up another mouthful of blood, laughing maniacally, "But I don't regret it. I would do the same thing again if I had to. Two years ago, I was just a useless soul master with a soul power level of only seventeen, barely making ends meet by joining a soul-hunting team and hunting low-level soul beasts in the soul beast forest. But now, I'm a Soul Master! In just over a year, I've become a Soul Master! Hahaha!"
"Then you truly deserve to die!" Wu Xuan gritted his teeth, piercing the man's leg with his spear.
The man's body convulsed violently a few times, then he laughed again, his laughter filled with deep sarcasm. The smile was extremely ugly; it was clear that the man hadn't laughed in a long time.
"Ahem! I want to ask you a question. After hearing what I said before, do you think I'm an incurable evil soul master, and that I deserve to die?"
Wu Xuan had lost all interest in continuing the conversation with the man. He was ready to send him to his death, shattering his soul with a soul explosion before he died, causing him excruciating pain.
"Little Wu Xuan! Wait a minute before you act. Judging from what that man said, I think there's more to this than meets the eye. Let's hear what he has to say." Bing Di's voice suddenly came from within his spiritual sea.
"Yeah, yeah! I'm curious too!" Tian Meng Bing Can chimed in from the side.
Wu Xuan's intense spiritual fluctuations naturally awakened Bing Di and Tian Meng, who had fallen into a deep sleep. The man's relieved expression naturally piqued their interest.
Upon hearing this, Wu Xuan's lips twitched, and his expression almost crumbled.
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