Peerless Tang Sect: Hurricane Infinite Wind

Chapter 39 I Let You Go, Who Will Let the Dead Go?

The man ignored Wu Xuan's changing expression and spoke to himself, "I have a childhood sweetheart. We grew up together. When I was little, I always thought she was the most beautiful and kind girl in the world."

"Even though she later awakened a useless martial soul and had no soul power, and was just an ordinary person, I still thought she was the best in the world. I didn't think she was unworthy of me. We loved each other very much, and we got married in front of our relatives, friends, and villagers!"

The man spoke of his past with great emotion, but his gentle eyes and stern expression seemed very strange.

Wu Xuan didn't retract the Soul-Breaking Spear that was pressed against the opponent's throat, his dark pupils still fixed on him. He would not let down his guard just because of a few words from the evil soul master.

The man seemed lost in memories and continued to talk to himself: "The years I lived with my wife were the happiest time of my life."

At this point, tears welled up in the man's eyes, but suddenly, the next moment, his excited mood turned cold: "For my wife, I have always worked hard. I believe that as long as I work hard and practice diligently, I will one day be able to cultivate to a higher level and bring her a better life."

"But why?"

The emaciated man covered his eyes with his remaining left hand. A shrill, desperate question emanated from his blood-stained mouth, his grief almost tangible at that moment: "But why did that playboy from the City Lord's Mansion have to disrupt my peaceful and beautiful life? Is it because my wife is beautiful? There are so many beautiful women out there, why did he have to choose me? Why? Why on earth?"

"Just because I have no background and no strength, does he dare to treat me like this? But that dandy is just a bastard son of a concubine. Why does he look down on me? I still remember that night. That little bastard broke into my house under the cover of darkness, attacked me and my family, knocked us to the ground, and tied our hands and feet. Guess what happened next?"

The thin 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 bastard! He pushed my wife onto the bed in front of me and my family. No matter how much she begged for mercy, he turned a deaf ear. In front of me, in front of my parents, I could only watch helplessly..."

"No matter how much I yelled and swore, it was no use. His frantic laughter still echoes in my ears. I hate it. Why? Is it because his father is the city lord? Because he's better than me?"

The thin man looked at Wu Xuan. His pale face was now flushed with excitement. He stared at Wu Xuan intently and said word by word, "After he left, my wife dragged her wounded body to help us untie the ropes. Although my parents didn't say a word, it was too late. A woman's reputation is so important, especially in front of my parents."

"With such a big commotion happening at my house, not a single one of my fellow villagers who have lived with me for years dared to come over. It would have been fine if they just came, but then they had the nerve to talk about my wife in front of my parents. My parents actually approved of the extremely insulting words and asked me to divorce my wife. How dare they do that?"

"Just when I was thinking about leaving my parents and moving away from this place to start a new life, my wife committed suicide because of the rumors. I almost went crazy at that time!"

"I hate, I hate everyone. The endless hatred in my heart caused my martial soul to mutate, from a sharp-tailed soul-devouring bee to a skeleton soul-devouring bee!"

"From then on, I gained the ability to absorb the vitality and fear of others to enhance my own soul power. Under the mutation of my martial soul, my mind was hazy, and I actually killed all the villagers in the village, including my parents. I was extremely scared at the time, but my thoughts were completely out of my control. I devoured the vitality of all of them, and my injuries gradually recovered."

The man raised his withered left hand and looked at it, then said calmly, "In order to increase my strength, I spent more than a year, starting with killing soul beasts, but it was too slow, so I began to actively kill people for the first time and devour their lives and souls. At that moment, the feeling was truly unprecedented and comfortable. I became addicted to the feeling of rapidly improving my strength, and I began to slaughter civilians and weak soul masters crazily. At first, I felt a little guilty, but gradually I let it go."

"Because being weak is a sin, and that's what they deserve! Just like me! If they want to blame someone, they can blame God for being unfair!"

Wu Xuan looked calm as he stared at the man who was telling his story. Judging from the violent fluctuations in the other's mental power, it was all true.

"I've already taken my revenge. I killed every member of that little bastard's family, young and old, men and women. I killed them all. Especially that little bastard. I tortured him for a whole day and night. Whether it was right or wrong, I don't care anymore."

"This is my story, a story of a small-time figure struggling in the mire, ultimately seeking revenge. Do you still consider me an evil soul master?" The thin man stared at Wu Xuan, as if awaiting a response, a reassurance. "Once an evil soul master, you'll be one forever. And, you... talk too much nonsense!" Wu Xuan slowly raised his icy eyes and shot the man through the throat. The man stared at Wu Xuan with a vacant look of disbelief before suffocating.

"It's a pitiful story indeed. 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 hear your story! If I let you go, who will let them go?"

"You don't have a chance in this life. In the next life, let the evil soul master torture you to death and then you will understand, you hypocritical scum." Wu Xuan put away the Soul-Breaking Spear and turned away with an indifferent expression.

"No way! Xiao Wuxuan, this man is so pitiful! You just killed him like that?" Tianmeng Bingcan sniffed, seeming to feel very sympathetic towards the man.

Wu Xuan looked at the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm like a fool. He had cultivated a million years of cultivation through sleep. He couldn't get angry or argue with him. Wu Xuan took a deep breath and consoled himself.

"Tianmeng! Stop being so sentimental and learn from Bingdi." Wu Xuan said helplessly.

"Is this the love between humans? So touching," Bingdi said with tears in his eyes.

"Uh! Forget it! Just pretend I didn't say anything!" Wu Xuan had a dark face and was too lazy to pay attention to these two guys who were out of their minds.

This world is inherently cruel. If you don’t have the power to protect yourself, you must have the courage to live on.

Wu Xuan didn't bother to comment on the right and wrong, the merits and demerits of this matter. He only saw one thing: weakness is the original sin.

This evil spirit master is weak, and the city lord's bastard can bully him at will. If the evil spirit master becomes powerful, he can kill the entire family of the city lord's mansion and they will suffer. But as a commoner, you will slaughter commoners like you to become stronger. If I know about this, I will kill you and you will suffer too.

This is the principle that Wu Xuan adheres to.

No matter what your reasons are, hatred, love or anything else, I am too lazy to know about your affairs, and I am too lazy to care about your revenge.

But you dare to deliberately implicate innocent people in the process of revenge. If I find out, I will definitely destroy you as long as I am strong enough.

The world is broken enough, and someone needs to step up and mend it.

PS: Without Electrolux, you still have to fight for the Soul Gold later, and you have to force it in front of Huo Yuhao. The Soul Devouring Carving Knife does not necessarily need to be purified by Electrolux.

I want to write about evil spirit masters in different situations later on. Some are simply born evil and commit all kinds of evil. Some have acquired martial spirits that mutate on their own and cultivate despicable practices. Others mutate suddenly due to oppression and stimulation, and cultivate revengeful killing.

This time, the story is about an evil soul master who was oppressed and mutated. He was an ordinary low-level cultivator who was bullied by aristocratic playboys, and then his martial soul mutated and he became an evil soul master who practiced killing.

Although this plot is old-fashioned, it is easy to shape the character of the protagonist.

(End of this chapter)