The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Asagao is dead; it was bound to happen sooner or later. Pei Kuang thought he had long been prepared.

When the Liang family rebelled, it was during the fiercest attack by the demons, and Pei Kuang had no time to spare. Moreover, he knew he was powerless to intervene.

Since the Feather Spirit Army withdrew from Danli, they inexplicably began to recuperate and cultivate, leaving only ordinary mortals to fight against the demons on the front lines.

In yesterday's battle, Lin Hu injured his leg, so Pei Kuang told him to rest and recover first. Today, he saw Lin Hu again in the mouth of a flying beast.

When they rescued the person, he was already dead.

The battle lasted for three days and three nights, and the flying monsters were the ones who were defeated.

When he returned to camp, he learned that Chaoyan had gone to the Mid-Autumn Festival three days earlier, and no one had come to tell him. The only person who went to report the news, Lin Hu, was dead. Pei Kuang was stunned and, without much thought, mounted his horse and chased after her, but the soldiers behind him couldn't catch up with him at all.

When I saw Asagao again, she was lying in a pile of corpses, her arms and legs broken and on the verge of death.

Pei Kuang helped her up and tried to put medicine in her mouth, but she refused. She knew she wouldn't survive.

"General, they've killed people, including relatives inside Yueban..."

"Chaoyan!"

It was rare to see the general looking like he was about to cry, and Asagao wanted to force a smile to comfort him, but she could no longer do it.

"General, I can't laugh anymore..."

"Asagao! Asagao!"

Asagao died, several heads poked out from the city wall and said, "We didn't mean to kill them, they just wanted to die."

The bodies of mortals are far more fragile than those of cultivators. They had warned them, but this group of people were like madmen, trying to climb the city walls and force their way into the city.

Pei Kuang rubbed his thumb against the severed finger. He suddenly looked up, startling the soldiers on the city wall. Only then did they realize that a grappling hook had suddenly appeared on the wall, and he had already climbed up.

The soldiers gripped their swords, ready to charge at him, but in the blink of an eye, two of them were pulled down by him.

Those two became his cushions, falling down only to be pierced through by him the instant they fell.

Dozens of people flew down from above and surrounded him on their swords.

A group of people who could fly looked down at him and pointed their swords at him.

Pei Kuang drew a crossbow from his waist and aimed it at them. Seeing someone trembling, he couldn't help but sneer. So even those who can fly are afraid of mortals like him who can't fly at all.

Pei Kuang went berserk down below; he had long wanted to kill this group of cultivators. It wasn't until Liang Qi's figure appeared on the city wall that everyone flew into the city.

Liang Qi looked down at the corpse on the ground. "They're dead. It might be a good thing for them to die sooner."

“Pei Kuang, don’t work so hard for others. Your mortal lives are far less valuable than those of cultivators.”

Pei Kuang stared coldly at her, gripping his crossbow tightly. The voice of his subordinate behind him instantly brought him back to his senses; he couldn't kill her.

"General!"

Several subordinates arrived on their swords, having chased after them with great difficulty, but upon seeing the corpses scattered all over the ground, they dared not even catch their breath.

"Collect the body."

Pei Kuang withdrew his gaze, picked up Chao Yan's body, turned and left, while the others quickly began to move.

Pei Kuang had hated cultivators since childhood. Cultivators and ordinary mortals should not be classified as the same race at all; there was too much difference and too much injustice between them.

Long ago, when all demons were sealed away and cultivators lived in seclusion in the mountains, the human world was truly the human world. Mortals lived in peace and prosperity, able to carve out their own path through their own efforts.

Pei Kuang grew up listening to his elders describe a world without demons or cultivators. His grandfather told him how beloved the Pei family was in the Great Jin Dynasty, and how they had guarded the borders for generations, making countless contributions.

Unfortunately, all of that is in the past.

Pei Kuang never experienced the Pei family's heyday that his grandfather spoke of, but he did witness how the Pei family gradually declined as demons increased and cultivators gained more power.

The Pei family, which has produced countless war gods and famous generals, can't find many cultivators with outstanding talent. They are destined to be abandoned by the court and the people.

"Xiao Kuang, quick, quick, go with your mother and beg your father not to go, not to go. We mortals can't kill monsters..."

The woman squatted on the ground, holding her small child and crying. After she finished crying, she pulled him along and quickened her pace.

"Xiao Kuang, don't let your father go to the battlefield. Don't let him go, he'll die. Killing demons is the business of those cultivators."

Little Pei Kuang was pulled by his mother to kneel before his father, begging him not to leave.

"Father, I beg you not to go, don't abandon us."

Pei's father looked at him and said, "Pei Kuang, stand up. Have you forgotten what your father told you?"

He called him as if he were calling a grown-up who could support his family, but he was only ten years old.

Pei's father, who was already wearing armor, helped him up.

“General Pei Kuang, the Pei family has fought to defend our homeland for generations. Your father is no exception, and neither are you. The idea that mortals can't kill demons is utter nonsense! Anyone who dares to cause trouble on this land, we dare to kill!”

“Cultivation families across the country have been openly raising private armies, and the imperial court doesn’t dare utter a word. Your great-grandfather was forced to go to the battlefield with only one leg crippled after submitting a memorial.”

"Do they think the Pei family is afraid? Your great-grandfather is gone, but your grandfather, eldest uncle, second uncle, and all the sons of the Pei family will lead the troops into battle one after another without them having to say a word. Even if the entire Pei family's 200,000-strong army is sacrificed, you must lead mortals back to the battlefield! In this chaotic world, we mortals must leave our names behind!"

"Did you hear that, General Pei Kuang!"

Pei Kuang stared into his father's eyes, his small face serious. He clasped his hands in a fist salute, knelt down, and shouted, "Yes, General!"

His mother tried to pull him up, but she couldn't budge him. She cried, "The imperial court has already formed an army composed of cultivators. Why should we get involved in the war between demons and cultivators? Please, don't go... Xiao Kuang can't go either!"

The father didn't even glance at the mother. He shouted "Let's go to war!" to the people outside the door, and then strode away.

My mother fell ill, and my father suffered repeated defeats on the battlefield. Finally, after one defeat after another, news of his death arrived.

After that, only a few orphans and widows remained in the Pei family. The Pei family's once-powerful Northern Desert Cavalry, numbering two hundred thousand, was reduced to less than a thousand survivors.

The Pei family declined too quickly. If they had been more law-abiding, even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse, and they could have lived a more stable life for generations to come as impoverished nobles.