From a scholar to a villain, I was a good person at the beginning

If he could, Jiang Zheng thought he should die in battle, even in death, with his back to the sun.

Definitely not in despair at his own hand.

Thunderous sounds echoed from the horizon, and the wind whipped Jiang Zheng's crimson hair into a frenzy.

He continued to gaze at the horizon, his heart as still as water.

As expected, the battle unfolded as Jiang Zheng had anticipated, with victory slowly tilting towards the two, even with Wu Yazi wielding the Spirit Stream Diagram, he was struggling.

The golden light on his body gradually dimmed, and the power of the Spirit Stream Diagram in his hand plummeted rapidly, making it difficult to sustain.

His simple robe was torn everywhere, then stained red with blood. Blood trickled from his mouth, and a hint of pain showed between his brows.

Even at his wit's end, on the verge of death, he still gritted his teeth and never retreated a step.

He often looked left and right, searching for Jiang Zheng's figure, still concerned in his heart.

Clutching the Spirit Stream Diagram tightly, the belief in his heart grew stronger. He must not fall. If he fell, these two evil cultivators would become even more unscrupulous.

A giant blade stood horizontally behind him, slowly rising, like a small hill.

It was also surrounded by golden light, its momentum terrifying.

The giant blade and cauldron streaked across the sky, emitting a thunderous tremor, and suppressed Wu Yazi.

"Drink!!!"

Wu Yazi gritted his teeth, shouted loudly, and threw out the Spirit Stream Diagram again, all the scattered golden light around him pouring into it.

The Spirit Stream Diagram swelled against the wind, casting a large shadow in a few breaths, its mountains and rivers as if they were alive.

The spirit streams rustled, and the waves crashed against the shore, as if about to surge out of the painting.

The three behemoths collided, erupting in a violent roar, and the shockwave swept across the sky again.

The three wrestled together, reaching a stalemate for a time.

Finally, the giant blade suddenly shook, overturning the Spirit Stream Diagram. Wu Yazi spat out a mouthful of blood and was struck by the giant cauldron.

The robes on his body exploded, his whole body was a bloody mess, and his figure flew backward.

"Cough cough... Pfft—!"

Wu Yazi stood in the void, his figure swaying, watching the enemy quickly approach him. He took a deep breath and reached out to recall the Spirit Stream Diagram that was gradually falling in mid-air.

"Give up. Anzhou will be ours sooner or later. If you give up resisting and join us, we might as well live together on this land from now on."

Blood Two walked over calmly, his expression smug, his tone like a bestowal.

"Anzhou... yours?!"

Wu Yazi suddenly raised his head, his eyes like hungry wolves choosing someone to devour.

"Hehe... Ridiculous! Ridiculous—!

Hahahahaha—!"

Then, Wu Yazi laughed loudly, his eyes gradually firm.

As he laughed loudly, blood flowed uncontrollably from his mouth, flowing to his chest, flowing over the blurred flesh.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and he gritted his teeth, word by word:

"Better to be a wandering ghost than a slave of a fallen nation!

Even if I am exhausted, there will be tens of thousands behind me—!"

Wu Yazi roared to the sky, his voice heroic and tragic.

"If Anzhou is safe, what does it matter if I, Wu Yazi, die?!"

This voice seemed to resound through the clouds, and the mountains roared in unison.

It reached the distant mountain peaks and entered Jiang Zheng's ears. His face twitched slightly, and his pupils contracted slightly.

After a long time, he sighed again.

"Alas, sir... Farewell."

Then, in the horrified gazes of the two evil cultivators, Wu Yazi laughed heroically, and a violent roar erupted from his body.

Then, a brilliant golden light bloomed, and the golden core in his lower abdomen trembled violently, then exploded!

Instantly, terrifying power flowed into Wu Yazi's limbs and bones. With a wave of his hand, he suddenly opened the scroll in his hand.

Beautiful mountains and rivers were all before his eyes.

"Madman! Madman!!!"

"Run!"

The two were immediately frightened out of their wits and desperately retreated.

"Hahaha! You can't escape, leave your lives behind!"

An artistic conception actually permeated Wu Yazi's body, and the artistic conception instantly turned into Dao rhythm, and then a divine edge floated in the chaotic Dao rhythm.

A spirit stream ran through it.

The mountain was actually Spirit Stream Mountain, and the river was actually Spirit Stream River.

Wu Yazi slowly raised his hand and pointed out, and the mountains behind him roared in unison, and the spirit stream galloped past, crushing the void.

In the blink of an eye, the two were submerged in it, and then the river seemed to be angry, exploding into a sky full of drizzle.

And the two evil cultivators disappeared in the rain, scattering to the earth with the drizzle.

After doing this, Wu Yazi couldn't hold on any longer, the golden light on his body dimmed rapidly, and the phantom of the mountains and rivers behind him turned into smoke.

He fell to the ground headfirst.

Bang—!

With a muffled sound, a bloody figure lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

"Haha... Still... not dead yet?"

An ancient painting slowly fell from mid-air and landed on the side of Wu Yazi's cheek. He turned his face to look... beautiful mountains and rivers.

"Tsk tsk tsk, not bad Dao! This immortal didn't lie to you, right? Strong people all have stories."

Kong Qing seemed to be moved by Wu Yazi's Dao.

"Almost..."

Jiang Zheng did not answer, his crimson hair slowly falling on his shoulders in the waning wind. He slowly stood up, his figure disappearing on the mountain peak.

"Cough cough... Pfft...!"

Wu Yazi spat out a mouthful of blood, and the last ray of spiritual light from his fingertips probed into the storage bag around his waist, bringing out a delicate jade bottle.

Then he slowly sent it to his mouth, but the spiritual light dissipated silently in mid-air.

Clang—!

The jade bottle rolled to the ground, just rolling to the right of his hand.

Wu Yazi gasped for breath, unwilling to give up. The elixir in this jade bottle was his only hope.

Even if the golden core was broken now and he was reduced to a useless person, as long as he could eat the elixir in the bottle and save his life, what would it matter to be an ordinary person?

It's better to live shabbily than to die well. Wu Yazi wriggled two fingers, and those two fingers, like trackers, desperately dragged his palm closer to the jade bottle.

"Sir, you've worked hard."

A cold voice appeared in his ear.

Then there was the sound of footsteps stepping in a puddle, crisp and cold.

Wu Yazi's eyes moved, and he saw Jiang Zheng appearing beside him unscathed. He stood with his hands behind his back, the indifference in his eyes so unfamiliar and chilling.

"Jiang... Elder Jiang..."

At the moment of seeing Jiang Zheng, his heart was shocked, he understood everything, a gleam flashed in his eyes, but quickly hid it.

"You won't live."

Jiang Zheng looked at him and uttered a few words indifferently, like a judgment, or like stating a fact.

"Save... save me..."

Wu Yazi wriggled his throat, using all his strength to make a few syllables, then looked at the jade bottle.

"You won't live."

Jiang Zheng looked at this scene, his expression unchanged, and repeated those words again.

"..."

Wu Yazi didn't seem to hear, and finally grabbed a life-saving straw.

"I said!"

Jiang Zheng raised his foot and stepped on Wu Yazi's wrist, his eyes gloomy, suddenly raising his voice, word by word like a ghost knocking on the door: "You won't live!"

"Uh—!"

Wu Yazi made a painful groan, his wrist was crushed by a foot, at this moment, there was no more fluke in his heart.

The porcelain bottle in his hand fell powerlessly to the ground. He smiled sadly and asked:

"You had... planned it all... right? Why?"

After being free and easy, after being relieved, the smile was full of bitterness.

"Why? Do you still remember what the Three Character Classic wrote?"

Jiang Zheng didn't explain, but asked calmly.

"Three... Character Classic... I am a teacher... Of course I remember."

Wu Yazi's voice seemed to have some strength, and he began to recite:

"At the beginning of man... nature is good..."

"Enough!", Jiang Zheng shouted coldly, "These are all lies! Everything in the books is a lie!!"

He stepped on Wu Yazi's foot again, exerting force, and the broken bone stub deeply embedded in the soil. Jiang Zheng opened his mouth coldly, his voice low.

"I'll tell you what the beginning of man is!

Thinking about my journey, I personally saw my grandfather being forced to death in front of me by the disciples of the Spirit Stream Sect!

When I first arrived at Spirit Stream Mountain, just because I had an elixir, I was chased and killed by the Elder Luke Dong of the Contribution Hall, so I killed him, and also killed a disciple of the Spirit Stream Sect. That bastard actually coveted me!

Later, my disciple was humiliated and killed at the foot of Spirit Stream Mountain. When I saw her for the last time, she was already unrecognizable!

Oh, right, you don't know I have a disciple, do you? Her name is Meng Qingqing, she's a very cute girl who likes to eat sweets, but the last bowl of sweets she ate before she died was bitter... it was bitter!!

Why?!! Because she was bitter in her heart!!!

Later, I personally witnessed my parents being sacrificed alive in front of me!!

Tell me, have I ever offended any of them?!

Ah?!!!

Tell me!! Which one have I offended?!!!"

"What beginning of man is good by nature? Heh...!"

After roaring, Jiang Zheng sneered, took a deep breath, and calmed his agitated emotions.

"So... the books are all lies."

When the voice fell, the scene was dead silent, and the breeze fell into silence.