Chapter 1: All Living Beings Under Heaven Are But Swine
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"Lu Hengge, you, the Saint Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, have stooped to such a vile and despicable act as colluding with the Demon Race!"
"You've harmed fellow disciples! Cultivated demonic arts!"
"With human and material evidence now present, what more do you have to say?"
"To think that our Three Thousand Dao Sect is the leader of the immortal path, yet we never imagined that the current Saint Son would devour flesh and blood to practice demonic arts, using a city of a million people as a sacrificial pool, harming countless humans. If we do not severely punish you today, where will the face of our Three Thousand Dao Sect be? Where will the face of the immortal path's leader be?!!"
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A headache!
Lu Hengge shook his head.
Icy, biting words of scorn echoed in his ears. These sounds were incredibly familiar, each sentence seemingly etched into his bones and blood, unforgettable.
A moment later.
Lu Hengge's thoughts gradually cleared. He looked down at his hands, his eyes filled with confusion.
"I'm still alive?"
No, that's not right!
He should have died in the great war of the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace.
Lu Hengge remembered clearly that he had fought the Heavenly Dao's male protagonist of this world for several centuries. Finally, in a battle that severed time and causality, existing only in killing and violence, he was slain by the so-called Heavenly Dao male protagonist.
His physical body was annihilated, his spirit burned out, and he was even subjected to the Heavenly Dao male protagonist's cycle of reincarnation techniques, condemned never to enter reincarnation for all eternity.
As he recalled his tragic death, a crimson glow gradually welled up in Lu Hengge's eyes, and a terrifyingly cold aura spread, as if ten thousand years of ice had frozen everything around him.
For a moment.
Everyone in the great hall shivered in their hearts, involuntarily stepping back.
Lu Hengge!
The Saint Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect!
The most talented disciple in ten thousand years!
He refined Qi in half a year, established his foundation in a year, formed his Golden Core in three years, and reached Nascent Soul in ten years.
Others found the path of cultivation long and arduous, a solitary quest; only Lu Hengge frequently experienced breakthroughs and epiphanies. The Three Thousand Great Daos were all within his grasp. Even a casual nap could lead to a sudden realization of the Dao and a breakthrough.
The sect's old ancestors even declared that Lu Hengge possessed the demeanor of a Great Emperor.
Not only that.
Lu Hengge was kind to others, never showing arrogance due to his talent. He would hold discussions on the Dao every now and then, sharing his cultivation insights, and was deeply loved by the disciples within the sect.
But why...
Was the Saint Son's aura so terrifying and horrifying now...
Had their Three Thousand Dao Sect's Saint Son truly fallen into the Demon Race and cultivated demonic arts?
"Audacious!"
"Still daring to be insolent in the Hall of Justice!"
At the head of the hall.
The man in the gray Daoist robe waved his sleeve, and Lu Hengge's cold aura instantly dissipated.
Immediately, a powerful force slammed into Lu Hengge's back, dislocating his internal organs and breaking several bones, making it impossible for him to breathe.
The intense pain sobered Lu Hengge slightly, followed by ecstatic joy. He couldn't help but burst into laughter, blood tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, his black hair flying wildly, like a demon.
I'm alive!
I'm really alive!!
This kind of pain couldn't be faked in the slightest.
He had been reborn!
He had been reborn five hundred years ago, back to the first time the Heavenly Dao's male protagonist, who had just entered the sect, framed him.
His almost mad-like laughter made everyone present look at him with shock and uncertainty, their hearts trembling with unease.
At this moment, Lu Hengge bore no resemblance to a Dao Sect Saint Son. A terrifying, horrifying aura of malice surged skyward, and his body exuded an extremely dense killing intent, clearly indicating a shattered Dao Heart.
As everyone dared not approach, a familiar voice entered Lu Hengge's ears.
"Hengge."
"This is the Hall of Justice!"
The voice was melodious.
Following the sound.
Lu Hengge slightly raised his head, and a cold, beautiful face entered his vision. The gaze that once held care and affection had become extremely cold, revealing a trace of helplessness. A large red robe perfectly outlined her graceful figure, every movement causing many male cultivators to glance with admiration and affection.
Lu Hengge's eyes were filled with coldness and killing intent.
This woman was his master, Lu Sheng.
Lu Hengge had no parents and no name since childhood. During an immortal-demon war, Lu Sheng discovered Lu Hengge cowering in a corner, trembling. Out of sympathy, she brought him back to the Three Thousand Dao Sect and bestowed upon him the name Lu Hengge.
How much the former Lu Hengge revered Lu Sheng!
This woman not only provided him with food and warmth but also guided him onto the path of cultivation. At that time, Lu Sheng loved to caress Lu Hengge's head, gently calling him Hengge. Occasionally, when she left the sect to go down the mountain, she would bring back all sorts of small trinkets for Lu Hengge.
To Lu Hengge, Lu Sheng was both a father and a mother, far beyond ordinary master-disciple affection.
Yet, it was this very person!
Before the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace War, she personally administered the "Immortal Dispersion Powder" to Lu Hengge when he was unprepared, scattering most of his cultivation. She then shattered his divine bones inch by inch.
Even now, Lu Sheng's cold, disgusted words echoed in his ears: "In the past, you colluded with the Demon Race and fell into the demonic path. I thought a hundred years in the Sword Prison would wear away the demonic nature in your heart, but I never expected you to still succumb to demonization. This is truly a great disgrace to the sect!"
Lu Hengge wanted to argue, but his divine bones were his life. The pain of having his divine bones crushed inch by inch made him unable to speak, and he could only watch helplessly as they turned into a pile of dust.
His cultivation was greatly damaged!
And the instigator, stepping on the scattered dust of his divine bones, floated away.
The reason she didn't kill Lu Hengge was entirely because the Heavenly Dao's male protagonist at the time, the so-called "junior brother," wanted to personally eliminate Lu Hengge under the gaze of the world, to establish his own prestige.
It was laughable that after Lu Hengge truly perished, this "junior brother" immediately activated the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace, using all things as medicine and Dao fire as fuel, refining the entire world.
The wailing cries of the suffering souls and bones tossed into the furnace, ceaselessly tumbling, desperately called out Lu Hengge's name, but in the end, they could only become nourishment for the furnace, turning to ashes.
His master, who constantly spoke of serving all living beings and eliminating the demonic path, became a plaything on the junior brother's bed.
While all living beings screamed in agony, she writhed and moaned on the junior brother's bed, frantically craving more.
In the end, she was even sucked dry into a withered husk by the junior brother using a demonic dual cultivation technique, dying with only skin and bones left.
Now, seeing Lu Sheng's cold and beautiful face again, Lu Hengge's heart surged with killing intent.
"Lu Sheng deserves to die!"
"The entire Three Thousand Dao Sect deserves to die!"
"All living beings under heaven deserve to die!!!"
He died tragically in his previous life.
All living beings in the world were his accomplices.
He cultivated for several centuries, protecting the human race and all living beings his entire life, only to be cursed as a demon and told to die sooner.
Lu Hengge had witnessed the bloody scene of the Demon Race slaughtering millions in a city when he was young, and he knew deeply that once the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace was activated, far more than a million people would perish under heaven. He feared that the sects, dynasties, and city-states of this realm would not escape the demonic grasp. Therefore, he fought with all his might to stop it.
But what about the common people?
Not only did they slander and curse Lu Hengge, but they also constantly helped the "junior brother" to entrap and kill him.
All common people.
They are all swine and dogs!
Reborn.
Lu Hengge would live for his own Dao. As for these troublesome swine and dogs, he would just kill them.
Chapter 2: The First One I'll Kill Is You!
Hall of Justice.
The seat next to the head.
A trace of sorrow and bewilderment flashed in Lu Sheng's eyes.
Killing intent?
Hengge wanted to kill her?
Her good disciple, who had always respected and loved her, was now brazenly displaying killing intent in this grand hall, and towards her, his master...
Had she truly misunderstood Hengge?
Lu Sheng felt a pang of loss in her heart, looking at Lu Hengge's contorted face and undiminished killing intent, falling into a daze.
The Hengge of the past... never looked at her with such hatred.
The rest of the people were already suspicious.
Lu Hengge had always been friendly to others.
How could he possibly collude with the Demon Race!
Now.
Seeing Lu Hengge, whose Dao Heart was shattered and who seemed like a madman, all the disciples became even more convinced that this matter must have been a misunderstanding.
"Elder Lin, the Saint Son's Dao Heart is damaged; he must have suffered an unjust grievance!"
"We implore Elder Lin to investigate thoroughly!"
"The Saint Son is absolutely untainted by demonic entities. Please, Elder Lin, investigate carefully."
"The Saint Son's conduct within the Dao Sect is clear for all to see. I don't believe the Saint Son is in cahoots with the Demon Race."
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One after another, voices of plea rose.
At the head of the hall.
Lin Xing, the Hall Master of the Hall of Justice, his eyes subtly shifting, was also secretly deliberating and speculating. The Saint Son's reaction was so intense, he clearly felt wronged by what he had encountered. It seemed the investigation needed to be discussed in more detail.
With this thought, Lin Xing narrowed his eyes slightly. A terrifying aura, carrying traces of bone-chilling blood, enveloped the entire Hall of Justice. This aura was even more horrifying than Lu Hengge's killing intent.
As the Hall Master of the Hall of Justice, he was in charge of countless punishments. The number of disciples he had disciplined, and even executed, was not small.
The Three Thousand Dao Sect was the leader of the immortal path, but what was most renowned was the Hall of Justice's punishments.
"Qiu Liu, where is she?"
Lin Xing's divine sense swept across the hall, but Qiu Liu was surprisingly absent.
Upon hearing the name Qiu Liu, Lu Hengge's killing intent surged again. This junior sister, whom he had doted on for hundreds of years, was just as much a bitch as Lu Sheng on the platform.
In his previous life.
Lu Hengge possessed the Three Thousand Great Daos.
But cultivation itself was exhausting, and naturally, he couldn't master all three thousand Daos perfectly.
Even Lu Hengge, with the potential of a Great Emperor, could only choose two from the Three Thousand Great Daos and continuously delve into them for improvement.
One was the Dao of the Sword.
The other was the Dao of Medicine.
Speaking of which, Lu Hengge's path as a sword cultivator actually had today's encounter to "thank" for.
In his previous life, he was slandered for colluding with the Demon Race. Lu Hengge desperately explained, but under the accusation of his junior sister Qiu Liu, he was heavily punished and imprisoned in the Sword Prison for a hundred years. Countless sword qi tore at his meridians daily.
The Sword Prison was in an isolated area where external spiritual energy could not enter. And Lu Hengge's body was constantly pierced by sword qi every day, making it impossible for him to cultivate and heal quietly.
A century later.
Lu Hengge emerged from the Sword Prison. The injuries from a hundred years ago had not yet healed, and his cultivation had regressed significantly.
The Three Thousand Dao Sect was not lacking in geniuses.
In just a hundred years, many fellow disciples had surpassed Lu Hengge, and his position as the Dao Sect's Saint Son was no longer so stable; anyone could covet it.
But during his century in the Sword Prison, Lu Hengge, relying on his talent, comprehended sword intent. He tempered his blood and bones with sword qi, replacing his fragile flesh and blood with sword bones and copper skin. Moreover, without any guidance, he comprehended the true meaning of the Sword Heart.
From then on.
Lu Hengge began to primarily cultivate the Dao of the Sword.
The Dao of the Sword was primarily offensive.
It could also allow him to fight above his cultivation level.
Those fellow disciples whose cultivation surpassed Lu Hengge's coveted the position of Saint Son and challenged him. But Lu Hengge, relying solely on a rusty iron sword he brought from the Sword Prison, defeated all challengers and re-established his position as Saint Son.
It was laughable that Lu Sheng actually told him to abandon the Dao of the Sword and focus on the Dao of Medicine.
In Lu Sheng's eyes, Lu Hengge was just a tool to provide elixirs to the sect at any time.
Especially after that junior brother entered the sect, Lu Hengge barely had any time for his own cultivation. He spent every day refining various elixirs for that junior brother, essentially becoming a walking elixir treasury.
Throughout the entire Three Thousand Dao Sect, from the sect elders down to the fellow disciples, who hadn't benefited from Lu Hengge's elixirs?
Qiu Liu even ate elixirs like candy every day.
But human hearts are like iron.
No matter how much Lu Hengge poured his heart out, these fellow disciples ultimately resented and cursed him. And Qiu Liu, on the eve of the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace War, even stole his Azure Cloud Sword and gave it to the junior brother.
The Three Thousand Dao Sect was full of ungrateful wretches.
Even dogs know to wag their tails after eating meat, but these beasts in human skin shamelessly consumed the elixirs Lu Hengge refined without even a word of thanks.
Thinking of this.
Lu Hengge's killing intent surged even more fiercely.
He wanted to immediately slaughter the entire Three Thousand Dao Sect.
But suddenly.
Lu Hengge realized something: he had been reborn five hundred years ago, and his terrifying cultivation had also regressed five hundred years.
Now, he was only a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
More importantly...
His sword bones and copper skin were gone, and his Sword Heart no longer existed.
At this moment, he couldn't slaughter the Dao Sect. There were many elders whose cultivation was above his, and his "beloved" master was even an Integration stage grand energy, who could crush him with a single finger.
Temporarily endure?
Lu Hengge's thoughts churned.
The next second.
Malice erupted!
Endure your mother!
Did I live another life just to endure?
Even if he couldn't slaughter the sect now, he would at least kill some people to collect interest.
If he couldn't kill the sect elders or Lu Sheng, could he not kill these pig-like fellow disciples?
Lu Hengge's eyes surged with blood.
In an instant.
Everyone in the hall shivered, as if a cold wind had swept over them. Countless chills rose from their hearts, but they didn't know where this strong unease came from.
At the head of the hall.
Lin Xing frowned slightly: "Qiu Liu isn't here? She's the accusing witness. I have something to ask her."
Lu Sheng, who had remained silent, finally spoke, her tone somewhat complex: "Xiao Feng is a little injured; Liu'er should be taking care of Xiao Feng in the Dao Sect's immortal cave."
Upon hearing this.
Lu Hengge's heart grew cold.
His junior brother, to frame him, really went all out in his act.
And Lu Sheng actually believed it, not only shifting all the affection she had previously poured into Lu Hengge to Ye Feng, but also continuously suppressing Lu Hengge's cultivation, hoping to motivate Ye Feng to cultivate diligently through this.
Truly... a bitch with a dog.
"Call her here!"
"If she doesn't come, I'll go get her myself!"
The scent of blood around Lin Xing intensified.
Today's judgment of the sect's Saint Son was such a significant matter, yet Qiu Liu, as the most important accusing witness, was not present. It was simply outrageous!
Lu Sheng glanced at Lu Hengge with a complex expression, then sighed softly. Her figure vanished, only to reappear in the Hall of Justice moments later, accompanied by a young man and woman.
"Senior Brother, please confess."
"Elder Lin, seeing Master's face, will surely give you a lighter punishment."
Qiu Liu, dressed in a flowing emerald green dress, her eyes unfocused, dared not look directly at Lu Hengge.
Lu Hengge's lips curled into a chilling smile.
My dear junior sister!
When I regain my freedom, you'll be the first one I kill.
Chapter 3: Entering the Demonic Path
Qiu Liu nervously and innocently looked at Lu Hengge, and even though she was hiding behind her master, she could still feel the chilling killing intent from her Senior Brother.
In a daze, Qiu Liu felt a little wronged.
Her Senior Brother, who had always doted on her, was now looking at her with such cold eyes.
But...
She hadn't done anything wrong.
Lu Hengge's collusion with the Demon Race and his harm to the human race were undisputed facts; this was what junior brother had said himself. Could it be false?
Junior brother, such a kind and sincere person, would never lie.
Thinking of this, Qiu Liu felt a bit more resentful.
Senior Brother is truly something!
He did something wrong, yet he still puts on this act, it's truly annoying. The gentle, easygoing, and graceful Senior Brother from before was much more likable.
"Liu'er, don't be afraid."
"Master is here."
Lu Sheng gently took Qiu Liu's fair, jade-like hand, and a vast but peaceful spiritual energy flowed into Qiu Liu's body. In an instant, Qiu Liu's fear and apprehension vanished without a trace.
Lu Sheng had the confidence to say this.
Throughout the entire Three Thousand Dao Sect, no more than five people could compare to her in cultivation.
In his previous life, Lu Hengge stood at the pinnacle of cultivators in this world, just one step away from ascending to immortality, but that was five hundred years in the future. At this moment, Lu Hengge couldn't even defeat Lin Xing, let alone that bitch Lu Sheng.
After calming Qiu Liu's emotions, Lu Sheng's beautiful eyes flickered with coldness. It seemed her eldest disciple's Dao Heart was severely damaged, to the point where he couldn't even control his inner killing intent: "Elder Lin, I see that Hengge seems to be close to going mad. Just send him directly to the Sword Prison."
The Sword Prison was bitterly cold; not only could it isolate all spiritual energy, but the countless sword qi within it could also cleanse demonic energy.
Once the demonic energy was cleansed, Lu Hengge would naturally return to his former self.
Lin Xing frowned slightly.
"Elder Lu, why don't I let you sit in my position as the Hall Master of the Hall of Justice?"
Lu Sheng was slightly startled, her expression somewhat unpleasant.
Seeing this.
Lin Xing snorted coldly, his deep, chilling eyes looking at Qiu Liu, who was hiding behind Lu Sheng: "Qiu Liu, I'll ask you again, did you personally see Lu Hengge colluding with the Demon Race and harming his own kind?"
A terrifying aura swept over, making it difficult for Qiu Liu to breathe.
Lu Sheng instinctively wanted to block the pressure for her, but before her spiritual energy could even surge, Lin Xing's merciless words rang in her ears: "Elder Lu, this old man advises you to think twice before acting."
Lu Sheng hesitated for a few breaths, and her spiritual energy dissipated.
Lin Xing appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was extremely disdainful.
Lu Hengge below was also Lu Sheng's disciple, so why had she, as his master, shown no reaction when he had used his pressure on Lu Hengge just now? If Lu Sheng weren't an elder of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, Lin Xing would truly have wanted to call her a hypocrite.
The punishments of the Hall of Justice.
No regard for sentiment!
Only right and wrong!
Even if the Sect Master of the Three Thousand Dao Sect were here, he would have to follow Lin Xing's rules.
"Speak!"
Lin Xing gradually grew impatient.
This Qiu Liu was truly useless; a little pressure made her look terrified and tremble on her feet. In contrast, Lu Hengge, under his full pressure just now, had bones broken and his body hunched, yet he showed no trace of fear or cowardice, truly living up to the name of Saint Son.
Qiu Liu cast a pitiful, wronged gaze at Lu Sheng, but Lu Sheng pretended not to see it.
Just then, the young man who had remained silent spoke gently: "Junior Sister Qiu, just tell the truth."
Qiu Liu looked at the young man beside her, her eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.
Below.
Lu Hengge licked his blood-stained lips, and in his dark pupils, a bloodthirsty madness danced. At this moment, Lu Hengge stared at his "dear" junior brother, grinning to reveal his white teeth.
Ye Feng!
The Heavenly Dao's male protagonist!
He possessed a treasure called a system!
Lu Hengge didn't know the exact purpose of this system, but Ye Feng's cultivation would surge significantly after a while, which was clearly related to this system.
"What a waste."
Lu Hengge sneered inwardly.
In his previous life, he and Ye Feng had fought openly and secretly tens of thousands of times.
But each time, Lu Hengge managed to suppress Ye Feng. Even with the system, this person could never shake off the label of "useless" from beginning to end.
If it weren't for the Heavenly Dao, if it weren't for the system, a scumbag like Ye Feng wouldn't even have the right to utter Lu Hengge's name.
Ye Feng's expression was calm, as he inadvertently glanced at Lu Hengge's face, his expression stiffening slightly.
He didn't know why.
He always felt that Lu Hengge seemed to have changed.
Especially the way Lu Hengge looked at him made him very uncomfortable.
But he had to pretend to be distressed, even squeezing out a few tears: "Senior Brother, why have you fallen into the demonic path! It must be that demoness from the Demon Race who used vile bewitching arts to corrupt your mind. My master and I will surely kill the demoness and restore your Dao Heart."
Sincere and heartfelt!
Not a single flaw could be found!
Cultivating immortals was about understanding human nature and social graces.
Ye Feng's various "green tea" and "male bitch" behaviors made Lu Hengge deeply realize: the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
Just like now.
Lu Sheng opened her eyes, her previous guilt towards Lu Hengge vanishing, replaced by endless coldness: "It was my lax discipline that led to this point today."
Lu Hengge ignored her.
Why bother with a bitch?
Seeing Lu Hengge directly ignore her, Lu Sheng's expression became extremely ugly.
In the past, whenever she said a harsh word, Lu Hengge would nervously kneel and apologize, not daring to stand up without her permission. But now, Lu Hengge directly ignored her...
Lu Sheng took a deep breath, comforting herself that it must be due to the demonic energy and his shattered Dao Heart. As long as the demonic energy was eliminated and his Dao Heart was repaired, her obedient and sensible disciple would return.
Qiu Liu was just about to repeat what she knew.
The next second.
Lu Hengge spoke first.
"I plead guilty."
"I did indeed cultivate demonic arts, collude with the Demon Race, and harm the human race."
In the great hall.
Pin-drop silence!
Everyone wore an expression of disbelief, then began to whisper amongst themselves.
Lu Hengge reined in his killing intent, standing upright in the bloodstains.
He didn't want to waste time with these trash in front of him. To kill indiscriminately, he needed sufficient cultivation. Lu Hengge's desire to cultivate was extremely urgent, and one more thing, he needed to get into the Sword Prison quickly.
Right now.
He was still flesh and blood, too fragile.
He needed to re-cultivate his sword bones and copper skin, and he also needed to re-comprehend the true meaning of the Sword Heart.
The Dao of the Sword, primarily offensive!
It could even allow him to fight above his level!
Once his Sword Heart was perfected, Lu Hengge would have many more ways to kill. Even against Lu Sheng, Lu Hengge had a few assurances of killing her through cunning.
In this life, besides the Dao of the Sword and the Dao of Medicine, Lu Hengge also wanted to walk two more paths.
The demonic path and body cultivation.
Body cultivation tempered muscles and bones, which was beneficial for sword bones and copper skin.
As for the demonic path...
Since everyone believed he cultivated demonic arts and had fallen into the demonic path, Lu Hengge naturally wouldn't spoil their fun.
It seemed the people in the hall had forgotten that Lu Hengge was the Saint Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, and the Three Thousand Great Daos were all within his heart. And among the Three Thousand Great Daos, the so-called demonic path was included.
Chapter 4: Self-Shattering the Nascent Soul
"Lu Hengge, do you know what pleading guilty means?"
Lin Xing's expression was serious, wanting to remind Lu Hengge.
Colluding with the Demon Race.
Cultivating demonic arts.
Harming one's own kind.
These three charges were almost all death sentences.
Even if Lu Hengge was the Saint Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, he could not be exempted from punishment. Furthermore, as the Three Thousand Dao Sect was the leader of the immortal path, the punishments would only be more stringent, never lessened.
Lu Hengge's expression was calm: "Imprisonment in the Sword Prison for a hundred years."
In his previous life.
Lu Hengge refused to plead guilty, and the punishment was the same.
This life should be similar.
The Sword Prison was a place of dreadful torture for ordinary disciples, but for Lu Hengge, it was an excellent cultivation ground.
Give him a hundred years!
After he came out, he would be strong enough to massacre everything.
Lu Hengge had this confidence.
Even Ye Feng, the Heavenly Dao's male protagonist, would not be Lu Hengge's lifelong enemy; he would only be fit to gaze at his back.
Lin Xing silently pondered. Lu Hengge's calm attitude gave him a feeling that there was something fishy, but with Qiu Liu as a witness present, residual demonic energy on Lu Hengge, and Lu Hengge himself admitting his guilt, everything seemed settled, and there seemed to be no misunderstanding.
Should he... ask the Sect Master?
No, that's not right.
The Sect Master had been in seclusion for over ten years, probably at a crucial point. It wasn't worth disturbing the Sect Master's cultivation for this matter.
His thoughts swirling, Lin Xing finally remembered the hypocritical existence of Lu Sheng: "Although Lu Hengge is the Saint Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, he is also your disciple. As for how to punish him, this old man will listen to your words."
Lu Sheng stared at Lu Hengge below with a complex expression.
Hengge...
As long as you plead...
The punishment of the Sword Prison can still be debated!
But unfortunately.
Lu Hengge had no intention of looking at her. Lu Hengge felt his eyes would be defiled by even another glance at Lu Sheng.
Ye Feng's eyes sparkled with ecstasy. As long as Lu Hengge was punished and sent to the Sword Prison, unable to cultivate for a hundred years, he could catch up to Lu Hengge with the system's enhancement. By then, he would be the Saint Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect.
"Lu Hengge, it's just that your talent is too heaven-defying."
"Even with the system, I couldn't catch up to your cultivation speed."
"Once I become the Saint Son, I'll grant you a dignified death."
Ye Feng could barely contain his smile.
To trip up Lu Hengge, he had put in a lot of effort, not only framing Lu Hengge with his own demonic energy but also subtly changing others' impressions of Lu Hengge using various items from the system.
Today's framing went smoothly, thanks to the system.
Ye Feng unobtrusively glanced at Lu Sheng's back, his eyes filled with fervent desire. This graceful body would soon be his plaything.
The system had given him a dual cultivation method, and the higher the cultivation of the female cultivator he dual cultivated with, the greater the feedback he received.
And throughout the entire Three Thousand Dao Sect, there was basically no female cultivator with higher cultivation than Lu Sheng.
Just thinking about pinning Lu Sheng down and exerting himself, Ye Feng felt his pants tighten considerably.
Qiu Liu was also happy.
Lu Hengge pleaded guilty.
She was indeed right!
Junior Brother was also right!
Qiu Liu's lips curled up slightly, her proud demeanor reappearing: "Senior Brother, when you come out of the Sword Prison, you can't be as willful as before; you have to be obedient."
Lu Hengge raised his eyelids and glanced at Qiu Liu.
Dear junior sister, I, your senior brother, will be out of the Sword Prison in a hundred years, but you probably won't live that long.
Killing others might take some effort.
But to kill a Qiu Liu, Lu Hengge wouldn't even need a sword; he would just need poison.
Lu Sheng's cold voice echoed through the hall: "Lu Hengge, do you have nothing to say to me?"
For some reason.
Lu Sheng quietly clenched her hands.
Her heart fluttered with a sense of panic, as if something was leaving her.
Lu Hengge looked up at his master. This was the second time Lu Sheng had called him by his full name.
The first time was when she picked up Lu Hengge and brought him back to the sect to give him a name. Lu Sheng gently stroked Lu Hengge's small head, murmuring his name word by word.
Today in the Hall of Justice was the second time.
He had been in the Three Thousand Dao Sect for over twenty years.
This was his home.
And Lu Sheng was like his parents, reborn.
But all the kindness and gratitude were canceled out by the various experiences of his previous life.
In this life!
Lu Hengge would live for himself!
The tragic death in his previous life constantly reminded Lu Hengge that cultivating the Grand Dao and becoming an immortal should be without emotion.
This might be why Lu Hengge died tragically, while Ye Feng could refine the world and transcend to immortality...
Severing all ties and causality made it easier to become an immortal!
Lu Hengge took off his storage ring and meticulously placed all his various magical treasures on the ground: "Today, I still want to do one thing."
Everyone's eyes filled with surprise.
"Elder Lu Sheng."
"You and I, from today on, sever our master-disciple relationship. From now on, we are strangers."
Lu Hengge had arrived at the Three Thousand Dao Sect empty-handed. Now, he was returning all these things to settle the karma.
Severing the master-disciple relationship today was to settle karma.
Killing Lu Sheng another day was to achieve mental clarity.
The two were not contradictory.
The entire Hall of Justice was terrifyingly silent. Everyone dared not even breathe loudly. The Saint Son was truly going to extreme lengths; not only colluding with the Demon Race, but also severing his master-disciple relationship with Lu Sheng. This was truly shocking and outrageous.
"Audacious!"
Lin Xing roared furiously.
The terrifying pressure directly broke Lu Hengge's knees.
Thud!
Lu Hengge knelt on the ground. In the bloodstains, his shattered kneecaps could faintly be seen.
Damn it!
It really hurts!
Lu Hengge lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Weakness is the original sin.
If Lu Hengge possessed the cultivation of the Integration stage, or even the Mahayana stage, everyone present today would not be able to escape; they would all die.
But the reality was, even an inconspicuous Lin Xing could make him struggle to breathe.
The dignified Saint Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect not only committed such a vile act as colluding with the Demon Race, but also shamelessly tried to sever ties with his master. Such disgraceful conduct had never occurred before, simply showing no regard for the face of the Three Thousand Dao Sect.
Looking at the blood-soaked, utterly miserable Lu Hengge, a flicker of heartache crossed Lu Sheng's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger.
"More than twenty years ago, I brought you back from the ruins. Now, you want to sever our master-disciple relationship! Very well! You want to sever it, I grant it, but this cultivation of yours, you cannot keep!"
Lu Sheng wanted Lu Hengge to lower his head and admit his mistake.
Was it so hard to just say "I was wrong"?
Twenty years of arduous cultivation, she didn't believe Lu Hengge would be willing to give it up.
"Saint Son, just relent."
"Don't speak nonsense, Saint Son. Even if you're angry, don't add fuel to the fire."
"Saint Son..."
Those around him spoke scattered words.
The next second.
Everyone's expressions were horrified, and they couldn't help but take a step back.
Golden light erupted from Lu Hengge's body, illuminating the Hall of Justice as if it were bright daylight. The spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius began to violently surge.
The golden light gradually receded, gathering at Lu Hengge's glabella. Immediately after, a one-inch-tall golden figurine floated out from his glabella. Its appearance was similar to Lu Hengge's, only more youthful.
This was Lu Hengge's Nascent Soul.
A golden Nascent Soul nurtured by the Dao Rhyme Holy Body.
Since the founding of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, only three golden Nascent Souls had appeared, and Lu Hengge was the third. If it weren't for today's upheaval, Lu Hengge would undoubtedly become the Sect Master of the Three Thousand Dao Sect in the future.
Under everyone's shocked and bewildered gazes, Lu Hengge raised his hand and grasped his Nascent Soul. His spiritual energy surged violently, and he squeezed forcefully.
Crack...
Countless golden fragments fell.
At the same time.
Lu Hengge's aura abruptly ceased, and the oppressive presence unique to a Nascent Soul stage cultivator vanished completely.
"Is this enough?"
Lu Hengge's face was pale, and his body swayed.
He had returned everything. From now on, he was just himself, no longer someone's senior brother, no longer someone's disciple, and no longer the Saint Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect.
Chapter 5: The Immortal Gaze Scripture
Except for this life, Lu Hengge returned everything he possessed.
More than twenty years ago, Lu Hengge, holding Lu Sheng's hand, arrived at the Three Thousand Dao Sect, looking around at the unfamiliar environment with confusion; more than twenty years later, Lu Hengge personally crushed his golden Nascent Soul, losing all traces of a cultivator, and reverted to being a mortal.
Lu Hengge felt no regret; instead, he felt exceptionally light.
Click.
A faint sound.
A certain shackles within Lu Hengge's body suddenly shattered.
Looking back!
Only today did I realize that I am truly myself!
In an instant.
Lu Hengge's mind became clear and unobstructed. Countless cultivated techniques flashed through his mind. The obscure and difficult-to-understand cultivation runes of the past became easy to comprehend.
"Should have done this earlier!"
Lu Hengge sighed in his heart.
If he had done this earlier, he might have ascended to immortality long before the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace War.
Compared to Lu Hengge's ease and freedom, everyone in the hall looked at him as if he were some kind of monster, their fear mixed with profound confusion.
Nascent Soul cultivation!
A golden Nascent Soul nurtured by the Dao Rhyme Holy Body!
He just threw it all away?
Is our Saint Son that willful?
Everyone found it hard to believe what was happening before their eyes, but the spiritual energy scattered around them told them that Lu Hengge had indeed shattered his Nascent Soul.
At this moment.
Lu Hengge became a mortal.
"Bastard!"
"How dare you!"
Lin Xing panicked.
This was the first time his heart had undergone such a huge upheaval since he became the Hall Master of the Three Thousand Dao Sect's Hall of Justice. In an instant, he appeared before Lu Hengge, his dry, scrawny hand firmly gripping Lu Hengge's wrist. After a spiritual energy examination, his expression became even more grim.
Something terrible has happened!!
Cold sweat beaded on Lin Xing's forehead.
His original intention was not this.
If he had known that bitch Lu Sheng would say such angry words in a fit of pique, he wouldn't have asked for Lu Sheng's opinion at all. How much better it would have been to just directly imprison Lu Hengge in the Sword Prison.
With Lu Hengge's talent, even if his cultivation was delayed for a hundred years, he would still be a genius within the sect after he came out, provided he worked diligently. At most, his position as Saint Son might be unstable.
But now?
Because of Lu Sheng's angry remark, Lu Hengge directly crippled his own cultivation.
More than twenty years of arduous cultivation turned into nothing.
This wasn't even the key point.
Lin Xing had just used his spiritual energy to examine Lu Hengge's body. His Nascent Soul was shattered, his meridians were broken, and not a single bone in his entire body was intact. To cultivate again would be extremely difficult; he might remain a mortal for the rest of his life.
The Saint Son became a cripple.
How was he going to explain this to the Sect Master when she came out of seclusion?
In terms of sentencing, Lin Xing could disregard the Sect Master's face, but Lu Hengge was the Saint Son, the person most likely to lead the Three Thousand Dao Sect to new heights in the future. For such a genius to cripple his own cultivation in his Hall of Justice, he simply had no way to account for it to the Sect Master.
"To the Elixir Hall!"
"Elder Yao must have a way to reshape your Nascent Soul!"
Lin Xing couldn't care less about anything else. He pulled Lu Hengge and intended to leave.
Lu Hengge's calm voice rang out: "Elder Lin, you seem to have forgotten something. My alchemy skills are not inferior to Elder Yao's."
Upon hearing this.
Lin Xing's eyes lit up.
That's right!
Lu Hengge primarily cultivated the Dao of Medicine.
Many elixirs in the Elixir Hall were refined by Lu Hengge. In contrast, Elder Yao, the Hall Master of the Elixir Hall, rarely refined elixirs anymore, leaving it all to Lu Hengge.
"Saint Son, quickly refine the elixir!"
Lin Xing urged.
Lu Hengge gave a cold laugh: "Elder Lin, I have studied the Dao of Medicine for over twenty years, and I have never heard of an elixir that can reshape a Nascent Soul. Why don't you show me the elixir recipe so I can broaden my horizons?"
Lin Xing's eyes were icy, and he squeezed Lu Hengge's hand slightly harder: "Saint Son, is there no such elixir? Or do you not want to refine it?"
Although Lin Xing was angry, he had to restrain himself.
Otherwise, with Lu Hengge's current state, even a slight breath could kill him.
"If you don't believe me, go ask Elder Yao."
Lu Hengge's eyes were cold.
Old geezer.
Quite strong, aren't you!
When I cultivate again, I'll refine you into a human puppet; I definitely won't waste your strength.
Just then, Lu Sheng finally snapped back to reality, her cold features replaced by panic and helplessness. She flashed to Lu Hengge's side: "Impossible, Hengge can't have crippled his own cultivation!"
Lin Xing was in a fit of rage and heard Lu Sheng's incessant chattering. He instinctively cursed: "If it weren't for you, how would Lu Hengge have crippled his cultivation? You, as his master, are truly trash. When the Sect Master comes out of seclusion, I'll see how you explain it to her!"
Lu Sheng paid no attention, trying to reach out and pull Lu Hengge.
Lu Hengge frowned slightly, a clear look of disgust flashing across his face.
"Don't touch me, it's disgusting."
Lu Hengge spoke, forcing Lu Sheng's hand to hover in mid-air.
Looking up.
Lu Sheng saw a pair of eyes filled with disgust and coldness.
In an instant.
Lu Sheng's heart ached.
It shouldn't be like this!
She... was just speaking in anger!
She just wanted Lu Hengge to lower his head and say something soft; she never thought it would turn into such an uncontrollable situation.
Lin Xing also felt Lu Sheng was disgusting. Previously, when Qiu Liu and Ye Feng made mistakes, she went to great lengths to protect them, even offering various heavenly materials and earthly treasures just to reduce their punishment. But when it came to Lu Hengge, she, his master, displayed utter heartlessness.
If a master doesn't protect their disciples, why the hell do you take them in?!
Oh!
No.
Lu Sheng didn't protect her disciples; she just didn't protect Lu Hengge.
Among those present, Ye Feng was the happiest.
He never imagined that Lu Sheng's angry words alone would cause Lu Hengge to cripple his own cultivation. He had thought he would have to wait a hundred years to become the Saint Son, but now it was practically within his grasp.
At this moment, Ye Feng could no longer suppress the smile on his lips.
However, since Qiu Liu, that foolish woman, was still nearby, Ye Feng's smile was subtle, not daring to be too ostentatious.
"Lu Hengge, you're nothing special after all."
"Crippling your own cultivation because of a woman's words—such a person is not worthy of being my opponent."
"The position of Saint Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect is easier to obtain than I imagined."
Ye Feng was ecstatic, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at Lu Hengge. Women were merely playthings.
In Ye Feng's mind, women only had value in bed. Moreover, everyone here was a cultivator and should understand the principle of detached affection; otherwise, how could one aspire to immortality!
In terms of talent, Ye Feng was inferior to Lu Hengge.
But in terms of mental fortitude, Ye Feng was far more decisive than Lu Hengge.
On this point.
Lu Hengge felt himself inferior to Ye Feng.
But Lu Hengge's eyes towards Ye Feng were filled with pity. In his previous life, burdened by worries and various distractions, he could still suppress Ye Feng in cultivation; in this life, having severed all attachments and focusing solely on cultivation, would Ye Feng still be qualified to stand before him and crow?
What a pity!
Ye Feng hadn't grasped this point.
This was his short-sightedness.
"Send me to the Sword Prison."
Lu Hengge spoke.
He was already eager to begin cultivating anew.
Starting over might not be a bad thing.
In his previous life, Lu Hengge was able to stand at the pinnacle of this world not only due to his extraordinary talent but also countless fortuitous encounters. He even created a heaven-defying cultivation technique called the Immortal Gaze Scripture.
With the Immortal Gaze Scripture, what did it matter if he discarded a trifling Nascent Soul cultivation!
Give him one year!
The Nascent Soul stage would be nothing.