Chapter 39 I'll Let You Go, But Who Will Let the Dead Go?
The man ignored Wu Xuan's changing expressions, seemingly talking to himself, "I have a childhood sweetheart. We grew up together. When we were little, I thought she was the most beautiful and kindest girl in the world."
"Even after she awakened a useless martial soul with no soul power, just an ordinary person, I still thought she was the best in the world. I didn't think she was unworthy of me. We both loved each other very much, and we got married with the witness of our relatives and the villagers!"
The man spoke of his past with great emotion, but his gentle eyes and cold expression seemed very strange.
Wu Xuan did not put away the Soul-Breaking Spear pressed against the man's throat; his dark pupils remained fixed on him. He would not lower his guard because of a few words from an evil soul master.
The man seemed lost in memories, continuing to speak to himself, "The years I spent with my wife were the happiest time of my life."
As he said this, tears welled in his eyes, but suddenly, his agitated emotions turned cold: "For my wife, I've always worked hard, believing that as long as I strive and cultivate diligently, one day I can reach a higher realm and give her a better life."
"But why?"
The gaunt man covered his eyes with his only remaining left hand. A bloodied mouth uttered a shrill, desperate question, the overwhelming grief almost tangible in that moment: "Why did that Wastrel from the City Lord's mansion have to shatter my peaceful and beautiful life? Is it just because my wife is beautiful? But there are plenty of beautiful women out there, why did he have to choose me? Why? Why...?"
"Is it because I have no background, no power, that he dares to treat me like this? But that Wastrel is just a concubine's son, what right does he have to look down on me? I still remember that night. That little beast broke into my house under the cover of darkness, ambushed and knocked me and my family to the ground, tying our hands and feet. Guess what happened after that?"
The gaunt man seemed to be asking Wu Xuan, but also seemed to be asking himself.
The man's eyes were bloodshot as he said, "That little beast! In front of me and my family, he pushed my wife onto the bed. No matter how much she begged for mercy, he ignored her. In front of me, in front of my parents, I could only watch helplessly..."
"No matter how much I shouted and cursed, it was all in vain. His arrogant laughter still echoes in my ears. I hate it. Why? Just because his father is the city lord? Just because he's stronger than me?"
The thin man looked at Wu Xuan, and at this moment, due to his agitation, a few traces of red appeared on his pale face. He stared intently at Wu Xuan and said, word by word, "After he left, my wife dragged her wounded body to untie us. Although my parents didn't say a word, it was too late. How important is a woman's reputation, especially in front of my parents."
"Such a commotion at my house, and not a single one of my longtime neighbors dared to come over. Not only did they not come, but they even dared to gossip about my wife in front of my parents, using extremely insulting words that my parents actually agreed with, telling me to divorce her. How dare they!"
"Just when I was thinking of leaving my parents and moving away to start a new life, my wife, overwhelmed by the rumors, committed suicide. I almost went mad!"
"I hate, I hate everyone. The endless hatred in my heart caused my martial soul to mutate, transforming from a Sharp-Tailed Soul-Devouring Bee into a Skeleton Soul-Devouring Bee!"
"From then on, I gained the ability to absorb the life force and fear of others to enhance my own soul power. Under the mutation of my martial soul, my mind was hazy. I actually killed all the villagers in the inner village, including my parents. I was terrified at the time, but my mind was completely out of my control. I devoured the life force of all of them, and my injuries gradually healed."
The man raised his withered left hand and looked at it, calmly saying, "To increase my strength, I spent more than a year, starting by killing soul beasts, but it was too slow. So I began to try to kill people and devour their lives and souls for the first time. At that moment, the feeling was unprecedentedly comfortable. I became addicted to the feeling of rapid progress in strength, and I began to frantically slaughter those civilians and weak soul masters. At first, I felt a little guilty, but gradually I let go of my conscience."
"Because weakness is a sin, and this is what they deserve! Just like me! If they want to blame someone, they should blame the injustice of heaven!"
Wu Xuan's expression was calm as he stared intently at the man telling his story. Judging from the intense fluctuations in the other man's mental power, everything he said was true.
"I've taken my revenge. I killed every single member of that little beast's family, men, women, young and old, I wiped them all out. Especially that little beast, I tortured him for a whole day and night. Whether it was right or wrong, I don't care anymore."
"This is my story, the story of a nobody struggling in the mire and finally taking revenge. Now, do you still think I'm an evil spirit master?" The gaunt man stared intently at Wu Xuan, seemingly waiting for an answer, waiting for an answer that would put his mind at ease.
"Once a demonic soul master, always a demonic soul master. And you... talk too much nonsense!" Wu Xuan slowly raised his cold eyes and pierced the man's throat with a spear. The man stared at Wu Xuan in disbelief, his eyes glazed over, before dying.
"The story is indeed a pitiful one, and I sympathize with your plight, but you killed so many innocent civilians. You don't really think I'll let you go just because I heard a story, do you? If I let you go, who will let them go?"
"You won't have the chance in this life. In the next life, let a demonic soul master torture you to death, and you'll understand, you hypocritical scoundrel." Wu Xuan sheathed his Soul-Breaking Spear and turned away calmly.
"No way! Little Wu Xuan, this man was so pitiful! You just killed him like that?" Tianmeng Ice Silk sniffed, seemingly very sympathetic to the man.
Wu Xuan looked at Tianmeng Ice Silk with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot. He had gained millions of years of cultivation while sleeping; he couldn't get angry, he couldn't stoop to Tianmeng Ice Silk's level. Wu Xuan took a deep breath and comforted himself.
"Tianmeng! Stop being so sentimental, learn from Bingdi." Wu Xuan said helplessly.
"Is this love between humans? So touching, sob sob sob," Bingdi said, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Uh! Never mind! Forget what I said!" Wu Xuan's face darkened; he couldn't be bothered with these two dim-witted fools.
This world is inherently cruel. If you don't have the power to protect yourself, you must have the courage to live.
Wu Xuan was too lazy to comment on the right and wrong, the twists and turns of this matter. He only saw one thing: weakness is the original sin.
This evil spirit master was weak; the city lord's illegitimate son could bully him at will. If the evil spirit master became powerful, he could kill the entire city lord's family, and they would still suffer. But if you, a commoner, casually slaughtered commoners like yourself to become stronger, and I found out, I would kill you, and you would suffer too.
This was Wu Xuan's principle. He didn't care if it was because of hatred, love, or anything else. He was too lazy to know about your affairs; you could take your revenge, and he was too lazy to care.
However, if you dare to deliberately implicate innocent people in your revenge, and I find out, I will definitely destroy you if I have the strength.
This world is broken enough; it needs someone to stand up and mend it.
PS: Even without Electrolux, the Gold of Life will still be stolen later, and it will be forcibly bought in front of Huo Yuhao. The Soul-Devouring Carving Knife doesn't necessarily need to be purified with Electrolux.
I want to write about evil soul masters in different circumstances later on. Some are purely born evil seeds who commit all kinds of evil. Some are acquired through the self-mutation of their martial souls and cultivate in a despicable way. Others are those who suddenly mutate due to oppression and stimulation, and cultivate with retaliatory killing.
This time, I'm writing about an evil soul master who mutated due to oppression. He's an ordinary low-level cultivator who was bullied by a noble playboy, and then his martial soul mutated and he cultivated with killing.
Although this plot is old-fashioned, it's easy to shape the protagonist's character.
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