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

Jiang Zheng stared coldly at Wu Yazi.

The other party also stared at him. After a moment, the scene Jiang Zheng expected, where the other party was rendered speechless by his retort, did not occur.

Instead, Wu Yazi looked disdainful and sneered:

"Your experience is pitiable, but you are wrong!

Darkness is inevitable in the world, but you must see the light. If people are inherently evil, then what I have done... what does it count for?

Using your personal misery to refute the words of a sage?

Generalizing from the particular, unreasonable! It is you..."

Wu Yazi stared at him, saying each word clearly: "You are deceiving yourself!"

"Deceiving myself?"

Jiang Zheng slowly closed his eyes, then opened them after a moment.

"Whether I am or not, it doesn't matter anymore. Anyway, you won't live much longer. Can you out-argue Jiang? Jiang is not interested in arguing with a dying man."

Having said this, his mood completely calmed down, and his tone changed.

"However, Anzhou is currently in dire straits. Jiang has a way to turn the tide. Is the Sect Leader interested?"

"What way?"

Wu Yazi's eyes became expectant, completely forgetting the hatred between them, focusing solely on the method Jiang Zheng mentioned.

"Jiang has an elixir that is about to be completed, but it requires a blood sacrifice. If Jiang obtains this elixir, he can defy a Nascent Soul cultivator and protect Anzhou. Are you... willing?"

Jiang Zheng picked up the jade bottle from the ground, speaking with interest.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yazi immediately understood everything, understanding why he had fallen to this state and why Jiang Zheng had plotted against him.

But if it was just a blood sacrifice, why not use the body of that evil cultivator? Did he have to kill him?

But now, everything was no longer important, and he had no intention of delving into it.

He just started laughing madly.

"Hahaha, is that so? So that's how it is?! Ah——!!" After laughing, Wu Yazi looked up to the sky and roared, filled with unwillingness and tragic emotions.

As he roared, tears fell to the ground, seeping into the soil, nourishing the earth.

Seeming to have lost his strength, his voice gradually weakened, his gaze stiffly turning to Jiang Zheng, his tone a compromise with a touch of detachment.

"So be it... so be it... As long as it can save the world's living beings, then Wu Yazi, I can be considered... to have died a worthy death."

"Venerable, you are righteous."

Jiang Zheng addressed Wu Yazi as "Venerable" one last time.

Hearing this sincere "Venerable," Wu Yazi showed a smile, slowly closing his eyes, murmuring:

"My story... has ended..."

Wu Yazi drew the final period to his life.

Jiang Zheng drew the final period to his life.

"Kid, you've grown up. Now, even if you leave this small place, you can compete with anyone in the world."

Jiang Zheng said self-deprecatingly.

Then, he picked up Wu Yazi's corpse, took the Spirit Creek Diagram from the ground, and slowly walked towards the distant city.

Walking towards that human hell.

Buzz——!

In mid-air, the Blood Pill trembled slightly, refining the entire city, and shot towards a direction.

Pa——!

In mid-air, the Blood Pill was grabbed by a hand, intercepted.

Jiang Zheng carried Wu Yazi's corpse in one hand and examined the Blood Pill with the other.

Then, he put it away, not daring to take it rashly. Even if he were to take it, he would have to wait until he was in a safe place, at least to figure out what it was.

A monstrous raging flame rose from the city, half the sky reflecting a strange green color.

Jiang Zheng turned his back to the dark green raging flame, slowly walking into the distance.

As his figure gradually blurred, the entire city turned to ashes in the fire.

"Am I deceiving myself...?"

In Jiang Zheng's mind, Wu Yazi's voice lingered, making him restless.

"Is it ready yet? The pill is about to be completed!"

Song Yan's voice transmission came from the jade slip on his waist.

"It's ready, everything is ready..."

Jiang Zheng responded, then golden light spread from his body, and with a step, his figure disappeared.

...

The grandfather and granddaughter sat blankly on the stone, their eyes gazing in the direction Wu Yazi had left.

"Grandpa, when will Mister come back?"

The little girl asked.

"This..."

The old man pondered for a long time, sighed, and replied: "Maybe we shouldn't wait anymore. Mister probably has important matters to attend to and won't be coming back."

Yes, that immortal was already immensely fortunate to have saved their grandfather and granddaughter; why would he come back to find two mortals?

The old man thought this way, his gaze towards his granddaughter complex. Having lived for seventy or eighty years, he was not as naive as the little girl, knowing the difference in status between them and immortals.

"No! I want to wait! Mister will definitely come back. Mister said he would, so he definitely won't break his promise!"

The little girl said stubbornly, her eyes firm, expectant.

"Your grandpa is right, Mister won't be coming back."

Suddenly, a clear, cold voice sounded, and Jiang Zheng appeared in front of the grandfather and granddaughter.

He looked at the two people in front of him, his expression calm. Wu Yazi would never come back. Jiang Zheng glanced at the tree branch behind the grandfather and granddaughter.

Hanging high on the tree branch was a bloody figure. As the wind blew, the blood-stained cloth strips swayed slightly.

This was Wu Yazi's corpse; he would never be able to fulfill his promise to the grandfather and granddaughter.

"Why?"

The little girl looked unwilling, her eyes red, as if she was about to cry.

"There is no why; he's gone, he won't be back."

Jiang Zheng shook his head, not explaining further. He couldn't possibly bring Wu Yazi's corpse in front of the grandfather and granddaughter; such a thing was impossible.

"You... you're lying to me!"

The little girl cried.

Jiang Zheng remained calm, just looking at her crying.

"Xiaoxiao, don't be naughty! Mister must have very important things to do."

The old man scolded the little girl, but his old face was full of heartache.

Then, he imitated the appearance of a cultivator, awkwardly cupping his hands and said respectfully:

"Immortal, please calm your anger. The child is young and doesn't understand."

"I'm not angry," Jiang Zheng shook his head with a smile, and asked: "Old man, what are your plans now?"

"This... I don't know either. I hope the immortal can point us in the right direction, so that the old man and the child have a place to go, even if it's begging, we can still have a way to survive," the old man said bitterly.

Their home was destroyed, and they had nowhere to go. He now only hoped that the immortal in front of him could point them in the right direction, so they could have a place to go.

Even if it was begging, he, with his old bones, would have to hold on and raise Xiaoxiao.

His life was like this, and his wish for the rest of his life was to watch Xiaoxiao grow up and marry a good family.

"You're joking. I came here to help you, so I won't let you grandfather and granddaughter beg," Jiang Zheng said with a smile, taking out a bag of silver and handing it to the old man.

After much pushing, the old man finally accepted it. Xiaoxiao hugged his leg, burying her head and crying.

Jiang Zheng squatted down, trying to make his tone more gentle.

"Xiaoxiao, right? Mister didn't forget Xiaoxiao. This is what he asked me to bring you."

Xiaoxiao stopped crying, turning her head to look at Jiang Zheng with teary eyes, and the storage bag in his hand.

"Really?! Mister still remembers Xiaoxiao?"

She said excitedly, turning from crying to smiling. Children are like this, growing up crying and laughing.

"Of course."

Jiang Zheng gently hung the bag around Xiaoxiao's neck, softly and earnestly instructing.

"The things in this bag are very important. Xiaoxiao must not show them to others. When you are older, the things inside can help you become an immortal."

"Immortal?! Xiaoxiao can also become an immortal in the future!!"

Xiaoxiao widened her eyes, very excited.

"Remember, never let anyone see this bag."

Jiang Zheng looked at Xiaoxiao's excited appearance, smiling from the bottom of his heart.

Then, he took out a token and handed it to Xiaoxiao, instructing again.

"If Xiaoxiao grows up in the future and becomes an immortal, take this token and go north, find a mountain called Spirit Creek Mountain, there is an immortal sect on it, called Spirit Creek Sect, you can use this token to join the immortal sect."

The purple token, like jade, had a vigorous "Jiang" character engraved on it.

"Thank you, Immortal Brother, Spirit Creek Mountain... Spirit Creek Sect... and these things cannot be shown to others, Xiaoxiao has remembered!"

Xiaoxiao nodded earnestly, firmly imprinting these instructions in her heart.

"Yes, Xiaoxiao is very good."

Jiang Zheng praised with a smile, then stood up, looking at the sky.

"It's getting late, old man, you should get on your way."

"Okay, then... I hope the immortal can point us in a direction," the old man hesitated for a moment, pleading.

Jiang Zheng thought for a moment, raised his hand and pointed in a direction.

"Go, keep going south."

...

Xiaoxiao held the token, as if she had found a treasure, hopping and skipping behind the old man, extremely happy.

Jiang Zheng stood under the tree, watching the figures of the two getting farther and farther away, until they turned into two black dots.

He then retracted his gaze, reached out and summoned Wu Yazi's corpse from the tree, turned and left in a direction.

Before he had taken a few steps, his figure suddenly disappeared.

...

"Screech!"

Jin Ling cried excitedly.

Song Yan immediately perked up. As expected, the next moment, Jiang Zheng's figure appeared in the cave, carrying a bloody corpse in his hand.

"Are you ready?"

Jiang Zheng asked.

"Yes, is this the blood sacrifice material you prepared? What was his cultivation level before he died?"

Song Yan asked, glancing at the wooden box leaning against the stone wall beside her, then turning to look at the corpse in Jiang Zheng's hand.

"Two Golden Core Initial stages,"

Jiang Zheng replied indifferently, then threw the corpse on the ground.

Bang——!

The corpse landed in front of Song Yan, making a muffled sound.

"Golden Core?!"

Song Yan widened her eyes, her heart shaking violently.