Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

"Master Jiang, I died so unjustly."

"Friend Jiang, I trust you so much, why are you trying to harm me?"

"Brother... the lake is so icy—"

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, why did you push me? The monster bit me so hard..."

"Cousin, I am in so much pain. We have no grudges against each other, why do you treat me like this..."

From all directions, high and low voices were heard, some were familiar, some had been heard before, but seemed to be lost in the depths of memory - Jiang Xiuyuan frowned slightly, standing in the light, still calm.

Corpses with wet clothes swayed slightly and crawled out of the darkness. There were also corpses with ropes tied around their necks. The muscles on their faces contracted downward, while the tongue in their throats struggled to stick out of their mouths. Their eye sockets were stretched wide open, and their bulging eyeballs were lifeless, staring at him like black holes.

The scary female ghost had two deep eye sockets with thick blood flowing from each eye socket. She was howling, and her whole face was deformed, like rugged mountains and valleys appearing in front of her. Her teeth were sharp and it was really scary.

Jiang Xiuyuan felt like he was in hell, surrounded by evil spirits who had heard the news. They had vicious eyes and seemed ready to rush up at any time and tear him to pieces.

"Why..." They uttered low, intermittent questions from deep in their throats.

"It seems that they are all acquaintances..."

Jiang Xiuyuan's eyes were calm, and he even sneered contemptuously: "So I killed so many people? I don't even remember it."

The disguised gentle appearance had been torn off at this moment. Jiang Xiuyuan's tone showed contempt for life and his attitude was condescending. He did not take those people he killed seriously at all.

Jiang Xiuyuan's words angered the victims. They let out sharp screams that sounded like they were crying blood, and crawled over in a twisted state, leaving shocking traces of blood under their bodies.

"I'm not afraid of you at all. Why? Come a thousand times, ten thousand times. Anyone who gets in my way will still die! You can't do anything to me when you're alive. Do you think I'll still be afraid of you when you're dead?"

Jiang Xiuyuan was not hysterical, and his tone could even be described as gentle and calm. Yet, it made people shudder.

This was a trap set by the illusion. Jiang Xiuyuan could clearly distinguish the real from the false. His eyes were cold. The evil ghosts with blood on them pounced on him and were about to stick to his face, but he did not move. If he was afraid of retribution, he would have been unable to sleep or eat, and would have driven himself crazy. How could he have the chance to deal with these ghosts?

As expected, Jiang Xiuyuan's heart did not reveal the slightest flaw, and these ghosts could not get close to him. Their voices were high and low, hoarse and dull, trying to break through his inner defenses and let him be swallowed by the illusion.

"Why should your success come at the cost of other people's lives? Where is the morality?"

Jiang Xiuyuan: "It's just a stepping stone. What morality are you talking about?"

"Have you never regretted anything from the beginning to the end? Even for a moment?!"

Jiang Xiuyuan: "Regret? Regret not handling it perfectly? I can only sleep peacefully when I step on the corpses of you people."

Growing up in the Jiang family, a place full of filth and darkness, Jiang Xiuyuan knew very clearly from a young age what he wanted and what he should fight for, and he must get what he wanted!

He was dismissive of those "people" who accused him of morality and ethics.

"The world of cultivation is a place where the strong prey on the weak. These morals and righteousness are nothing but self-deceptions used by weaklings like you to appease yourselves.

Because I gave up all these, I was noticed by the family, I was able to become Bai Wenche's disciple, and I was able to become an elite disciple in the sect!

In a selfish world, only selfishness can lead to success. The weak are destined to be trampled under the feet of the strong. What morality? In front of the strong, I am the law, I am the rule——"

Jiang Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes like deep pools narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly with a mocking smile, his voice was lazy and indifferent - he was much more "evil" than a demon.

The resentment in the ghost's eyes solidified, but had to dissipate in a cry full of unwillingness.

The darkness gradually faded away, and the surrounding scene suddenly became bright, as if they had returned to the sect. The voices of the crowd attracted Jiang Xiuyuan's attention, and he saw a group of people with disdainful faces gathered in a group.

The person standing in the center has gentle and soft brows, and his eyes are calm and calm. His uneven hair sways lightly between his brows. The soft silver hair fluttering in the wind is slightly warm under the sun, as if inlaid with a layer of shining gold edge.

"Liu Jiqian..." Jiang Xiuyuan murmured in a low voice, as if chewing on the meaning of the name.

It was as if he had just entered the sect, and when he saw Liu Jiqian, that man looked back at him, as if starlight fell into his eyes, and he looked extremely gentle.

Later, he was led into the hall by his master to identify people. Liu Jiqian stood quietly in the hall with the window open. A red ring that appeared in the evening stopped in his eyes. The end there seemed to be infinitely brilliant. His voice seemed to crush the clouds rolling in the sky.

He said, "Junior Brother Jiang, please give me more guidance in the future."

He is the one with the greatest hope of becoming an immortal in the world of cultivation, a gifted prodigy, the grandson of a senior in the Mahayana stage, the face of the sect. He possesses countless glories and is the moon that is high above.

Why did he have to use all means to get these, while the other party was born noble and had the so-called talent and status, which he was born with and could easily obtain?

But he is really beautiful, like the clouds floating in the sky, you can't reach them, but you know how soft and white they are, and like the cranes flying in the clouds, untouched by the dust, watching countless grasses turn into fireflies, the clouds fade away, and the world hides away...

It seemed that standing next to him would make me look rotten inside - maybe he had never seen those dirty things?

Is it like? Is it love? Jiang Xiuyuan didn't know. He just felt that this light was so beautiful that it should stay in the hands of a person like him with a dirty heart. He wanted to weave a net to firmly circle the moon in the sky around him and turn it into his own night pearl...

Jiang Xiuyuan's love destroyed him and they fell into ruin together.