txolops Chapter 159 The Death of Qian Shu
Chapter 159 The Death of Qian Shu
Gan Shu wailed in agony.
He kept cursing Niu Gao's ruthlessness and cruelty.
Her voice grew softer and softer until it was just a sob.
"Has my whole life been nothing but a joke?"
Qian Shu choked back sobs; at this moment, all that remained of him was the last piece of his head.
When even this last head was painstakingly removed by Niu Gao, it meant his death was imminent.
No one saved him; no one was willing to save him.
The Chaos Demon and the Desolate Skull secretly retreated, looking for an opportunity to escape.
Mu Shan watched from there, as if anticipating his death, hoping that his death would bring Niu Gao a more interesting struggle.
As for Niu Gao, a mixture of amusement and joy was evident on his old face.
Seeing the hideous and ugly faces of the crowd,
Qian Shu said sadly:
"Niu Gao, you old scoundrel, I hate you!"
"I hate that you treated me as a pawn, used my life as a tool, and so casually insulted my sense of justice and my respect for you."
"Niu Gao, you are unworthy of cultivating the Dao, unworthy of being a righteous cultivator. If there is an underworld, I will be waiting for you there!"
"Gan Shu, why bother?"
Niu Gao sighed. He didn't know if Qian Shu was truly foolish or had completely gone mad. He chuckled and said:
"Although young friend Mu Shan is not of the same ilk as us, there is some truth to what he said."
"Qian Shu! The justice you keep talking about doesn't exist in this world. The reason my sect is the righteous path and not the evil path is not because the righteous path is right and the evil path is wrong."
"It's just that many of the advanced cultivators in my sect do not need to feed on the flesh and blood of mortals, nor do they need to use the flesh and blood of mortals as materials."
"The reason we uphold justice in name is not for any other reason than that only in this way can we prevent those rogue cultivators from arbitrarily killing and plundering the mortals under our rule."
"Only then can we rightfully eliminate those rogue cultivators who dare to challenge our sect's position, allow those mortals to grow in peace, and enable many True Immortals to harvest the fortune they cultivate on time as resources for their own cultivation."
Niu Gao's magic sword hummed softly. After absorbing most of Qian Shu's essence blood, it now faintly possessed the aura of a Foundation Establishment True Person.
His gaze swept over Mu Shan, who was watching coldly from the sidelines, and he couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
"Whatever you're plotting, allowing me to refine this magical sword here will be the biggest mistake you'll ever make."
Niu Gao gently stroked his magic sword. To lower Mu Shan's guard and also to ensure Qian Shu died knowing why, he slowly continued, "..."
"Therefore, Qian Shu, the only truth in this world is that the winner is king and the loser is a bandit. The reason you have fallen to this state is not because of my cruelty or malice, but simply because of your stupidity and your weakness."
"Moreover, as cultivators, we are not inherently good or evil. The only truth in the world is the eternal path of immortality."
"Even if it means burying all my relatives and friends, and slaughtering all my old acquaintances, as long as it leads to the attainment of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, what is there that I cannot give up?"
Qian Shu let out two sobs, his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to angrily rebuke Niu Gao.
However, the flame of his life had long since flickered like a candle in the wind, and he could no longer even utter a single word.
Two lines of tears streamed down Qian Shu's face.
He hated Niu Gao, hated Mu Shan, hated those high and mighty "real people" who regarded all living beings as ants.
Niu Gao remained indifferent, showing no emotion whatsoever due to Qian Shu's suffering.
On the contrary, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out considerably as his plan succeeded.
Qian Shu's life has ended.
Master Qingmu watched everything that was happening through the mirror, his hands forming a slight hand seal.
In the end, only a few sighs remained.