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Chapter 446 - 6: Free and Content, It’s Time to Draw the Sword to Right Wrongs_3

Chapter 446: Chapter 6: Free and Content, It’s Time to Draw the Sword to Right Wrongs_3

In the Martial World, who would deliberately provoke the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect!

It’s said that one should eliminate the roots after cutting the grass, in the Martial World, when you fight the junior, the senior shows up. It seems like upright people would fight the juniors and, to prevent troubles, simply deal with the seniors too, reversing the saying of eliminating roots.

This, this...

Is this what righteous people do?!

Mr. Lei Laomeng’s guts trembled with fear, yet watching this young man, something within him was stirred, giving him the illusion of a surging vitality. He suppressed this feeling and silently recited the mantra of stability in the Martial World.

Then, gritting his teeth, he pulled Li Guanyi aside, "Taoist, I’m not kidding, there are at least a couple hundred elite Martial Artists on that mountain, and even the lowliest grunt can fight as well as I can."

"Even those washing pots and urinals must possess Inner Qi."

"There are many injustices in the world of Martial Artists, we need stability, prioritizing stability over everything.

"Even the great Monk preaches about being uninvolved with karma, saying he wants no part in it. You can just do your thing and then report it to the authorities. Besides, when Martial Artists act, they value a justified cause, they need to be able to hold their heads high and say that what they did was just and proper."

He earnestly tried to persuade, not sure why, maybe last night’s vision of the young Taoist amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, sword in hand, with the children soundly sleeping behind him, had awakened his sense of compassion, or perhaps he simply didn’t want to see the young Taoist walk into a trap.

The Ancient Taoist strolled out and stood next to Li Guanyi, stating indifferently:

"Quite the murderous intent."

Li Guanyi asked, "Senior, do you think they shouldn’t be killed?"

The Ancient Taoist looked at him and inquired, "Why do you kill them? Do you believe it’s righteous?"

Li Guanyi replied, "Naturally."

The Taoist said, "Good and evil are like black and white. There won’t be complete good in the world. And then you have to ask, what is good and what is evil?"

Li Guanyi answered, "Killing is evil."

The Taoist looked at him, "You’ve killed many people, are you evil?"

"If you kill all the wicked, will the world then be purely good? Will there not be new evils arising?"

Li Guanyi looked at the Taoist and suddenly laughed, "Taoist, I don’t want to discuss such profound and vague principles with you; I’m truly not that clever. Your philosophy can wait until later for answers."

"Perhaps the Taoist could lower his head and look at the mortal world. When you see such scenes, do you not feel anger, do you not feel murderous intent?!"

"If you do not feel anger."

"Then, Taoist, you’re not qualified to reason with me."

Li Guanyi looked up at the sky, suddenly laughed, and placed the Qilin on his shoulder.

Then he turned and walked towards the townspeople. Some came to thank him, offering all sorts of items, good smoked meat, fine liquor, and splendid gourds.

The remaining four of the Divine Beast Manor’s five-person team had no choice but to start packing up.

The Taoist’s killing intent was too strong; they felt they were drinking from the same watering hole as tigers and lions--they even lowered their voices when they smacked their lips, how could they let this murderous Taoist clean up all by himself?

He saw a child with a severed arm, still playing happily.

The women and men who returned with the children were overjoyed, while the elders had worry in their brows, yet forced smiles on their faces. Li Guanyi walked over, the young Taoist knelt down to meet the child’s gaze, and said with a smile, "... Brother wants to ask you for something."

The child looked puzzled, "Hmm?"

The young Taoist said softly, "I’m a layperson, I don’t have much courage. What Mr. Lei Laomeng said makes sense, people generally don’t like taking risks. But I feel that if I just accepted your thanks and then left, I would regret it."

"Can you give me something to help me make a decision?"

After thinking, the child rummaged in his pocket and took something out.

He gently placed it in Li Guanyi’s palm and began to smile happily, "Sugar, very sweet."

The young Taoist smiled gently.

"Alright, the contract is sealed."

He stood up, turned to Mr. Lei Laomeng, and declared, "Now, it’s not unrelated to me anymore."

Mr. Lei Laomeng was stunned.

The young Taoist, holding his sword, stated:

"This child has bought the lives of a mountain full of Martial Artists with a single piece of candy."

"I accept this karma!"

Mr. Lei Laomeng was speechless but overwhelmed with emotion.

Turning to the townspeople, the young man bowed slightly and requested,

"Please provide me with three jars of arrows."

As the townspeople offered gifts, Li Guanyi asked, "What about the town’s officials?"

Someone responded, "The official you killed was the town’s head."

Li Guanyi burst into laughter, yet it was a ridiculous laugh in a ridiculous world—ridiculous Martial World, ridiculous temples, and halls.

He looked towards the several martial artists and said, "Gentlemen, could you do me a favor?"

Before Lei Laomeng could speak, the most reckless one—the short fellow who had been knocked over by Li Guanyi for the first time and was still red-eyed, brandishing his stick—already patted his chest and said, "Taoist, just name it. After what you did last night, we’ll help with anything!"

Lei Laomeng jumped with frustration.

"Be steady, be steady!"

Li Guanyi, however, said, "I have already inquired with the townspeople. The location of the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect’s local branch is here. As you can control beasts, please heed my words..." Li Guanyi told them to create disturbances around the area with the wild beasts, as if a great army was coming to crush them.

The tactic of distraction and confusion.

Lei Laomeng asked, "What about the entrance?"

Li Guanyi replied, "I alone am sufficient."

He had killed those people and, upon seeing such a situation, anyone with a heart would be compelled to draw their sword and kill; however, he could not just leave afterwards. If he were to depart like a ranger would, it wouldn’t be him. Reporting to the authorities was pointless, but he still had his sword in hand and his horse beneath him, along with the fierce winds—this too was the Martial World.

The young man rode upon the horse tamed by Lei Laomeng, carrying a sword and a bow. When he rode out, he tightened the reins and looked at the Canggu Taoist over there.

He raised his eyebrows, "I really am a villain, Taoist."

"But if with bloody hands, I can save the majority of people."

"Then let me fall eternally into the hell of slaughter."

"Your Tao is interesting. I cannot answer, but in my view, without humanity’s moral ideals, it is nothing but waste paper!"

The warhorse neighed, and the young man departed serenely.

The silver-haired young girl, who had arrived unnoticed, watched Li Guanyi’s retreating figure and sighed, her voice calm, "Senior..."

Shaking Light softly said:

"Li is straightforward, but he means no harm."

The Ancient Tao Sect indifferently said, "No matter, if he were not as such, he would not be the one chosen by Zu Wenyuan."

"Knowing how to seek fortune and avoid disaster allows one to live a long life; but it is only such a person who can possibly tear through chaotic times..."

He saw the child with an amputated arm playing alone, chasing butterflies, who then looked up to his father and said, "Daddy, I’m home now."

"When will my arm come back?"

"That Taoist said my arm is just out playing and will come back."

The man beside him turned away, covering his mouth and nose, his eyes reddening as he choked up.

The child ran over, saying, "Daddy, don’t cry. Look, I can manage like this. I can dress myself, eat, and even play with butterflies."

The child awkwardly mimicked each action, hoping to amuse his parents.

He was like a clown who had broken his arm.

Yet for the man, it felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart; he knelt on the ground and burst into loud weeping.

The Taoist Sect looked down. He went to fetch water and soil, mixed them into clay, and carelessly shaped an arm. He then called the child over and firmly attached the clay arm to the child’s stump, his fingers lightly touching it.

The child was stunned. The Taoist Sect gently bent down and passed something to him.

The child instinctively lifted his amputated right arm.

And grabbed the flower that the Taoist had handed him.

Then, the child stood frozen, incredibly looking at his own arm. And then, the child, who had seemed so optimistic just moments before, finally burst into tears.

Crying his heart out.

Crying in utter pain.

As if finally regaining his senses.

The silver-haired girl said, "The Taoist arts of giving life, you truly are..."

The Canggu Taoist indifferently spoke, "It’s just the transformation of vitality, inferior to the Mo Family Mechanism Technique and the Qing-robe’s Meat and Bone Skills. It’s merely to leave a glimmer of hope for the child. However, the Great Tao has fifty paths; Heaven extends forty-nine."

"We cultivate and seek the Tao for that elusive bit of hope."

"I came to assess the person chosen by Zu Wenyuan. He..."

"Indeed, he does not disappoint Zu Wenyuan. There is just one thing that is not good."

The Taoist Sect indifferently said:

"The ’Imperial Pole Worldly Scripture’ Chapter Sixty that was transmitted to Zu Wenyuan back then does not suit him."

This one statement was about tailoring the teaching to the individual!

The Taoist looked down and turned towards Shaking Light, asking:

"How is your father?"