Could it be that I am the cruel villain?

Chapter 418: The Evil Cultivator Jiang Feng and the Enchantress Cen Yueyue


How to deal with it?

"I don't know."

The corners of his mouth twitched; he really wanted to say this sentence to express his confusion, but ultimately he couldn't say it aloud.

Honestly, Jiang Feng truly didn't know how to handle it.

Since yesterday, he felt like someone was trailing him, sensing those incredibly resentful eyes. He had been pondering over it for these past two days, considering it could be someone from the Hou Family Village of Southern Border seeking revenge, or perhaps the Xuanyin Sect disciples ambushing him, or maybe someone from the Yan Family knows he's back and scorns him.

He even considered it could be someone from Cen Family Village.

Yes, after all, he had been involved with Southern Border's Saintess. If there were any local men who admired Yue Yue and were angry at him, purposefully making him uncomfortable, he wouldn't be surprised.

But he never thought it would be Wu Daoxu.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Feng still gripped the iron wire tightly; indecision only brings more chaos. Perhaps giving him a release is the best choice.

"It's all because you kept indulging that vile woman, hahaha, now look, see what happened. That vile woman destroyed the sect, killed your master, killed your fellow disciples, and turned you into this inhuman ghostly state, hahaha..."

"Blame you, it's all your fault, all your fault! You dog that Sect Master picked up!"

"Yes, if it weren't for your beastly desires, how could you have ended up like this among the disciples? We suggested marrying her to you during the youngest's coming-of-age ceremony, but you..."

"Insisted the two of you were just siblings, nothing improper. Now look at you, captivated by other women, causing calamity to the sect, not only killing the elder brother but also several of our brothers, destroying the Fan Yin Sect which had passed down for over 400 years, all in your hands."

"Second uncle, second uncle, I've let you down, I've let all the younger brothers down, blame me, it's all my fault..."

Blood tears streamed from his eyes, and a multitude of voices flooded his throat, most of them belonging to those Fan Yin Sect disciples and former acquaintances.

In the end, lying limp on the ground convulsing, he continued to mutter, but this time it wasn't his voice, rather a familiar, muffled sound.

"Dao Xu, since you practice Dao, you must endure hardships and strengthen your spirit and body, exhausting yourself physically. You joined thirty years ago, resolute and unwavering, among many disciples, you are the most outstanding. As your master, I believe you can lead the sect to its peak."

"Entered the sect only to see it destroyed; this is my destiny, the sect's destiny, not to blame you. If my disciples were killed outside and I remained indifferent, wouldn't I disgrace the trust of the ancestors?"

"Thirty years have passed, you remain as such; now you drive yourself to this state. I only hope you can live peacefully in the future, free from mundane affairs, focusing solely on Saintly cultivation. Revenge is unnecessary..."

The iron wire was raised high, yet paused before it fell.

Jiang Feng, hearing Wu Daoxu's mumbling, ultimately couldn't bring himself to strike.

The man in front of him had clearly lost all resistance, not because he was crippled and unable to move, but because his spirit was already on the brink of collapse. In three years, countless tragedies befell him, torturing his will and Dao heart day and night.

The sect was destroyed, the master slaughtered, disciples scattered and fought among themselves, even the deceased found no peace, faced with grave robbing and desecration. Such an ordeal would be unbearable for anyone.

At this moment, Wu Daoxu was subject to repeated possession by Yin Souls within, kneeling and crying in anguish, worse than death, sometimes insane, sometimes lucid. Originally, Wu Daoxu was just an ordinary man, amidst the Cultivation World, a commonplace cultivator, the kind with a bit of talent.

His life's limit, at most, was the Nascent Soul Stage; they were originally not meant to be in the same world. He lacked the talent to control the Soul Puppet, better to give him a painless end than to watch him remain crazy. But the problem is,

how can he bring himself to do it?

Jiang Feng thought himself not to have a hesitant nature; if he wanted to kill someone, those who truly threatened him had been eliminated.

Among so many people, only three years ago against Yan Yurou did he refrain from going for the kill, mainly because both sides were tacitly understanding, and she likewise didn't deal him a fatal blow.

The Fan Yin Sect's tragic fate wasn't uncommon in today's world; the demise of such small sects mostly resulted from disciples causing trouble internally, generally not troubled by outsiders. Even Yu Ying with her penchant for killing didn't trouble their disciples.

Criminals were punished, several unreliable older authorities were dealt with, and the matter basically settled. Who would have thought the problem was internal instead?

"This man disgraced Southern Border, disgraced my family, can't be lightly spared, I'll handle it."

Cen Yueyue, surprisingly, spoke up.

Three silver hairpins returned to her palm; she wasn't upset over the "Southern Border Demoness" comment, she wasn't that petty. She simply saw Jiang Feng's inner conflict and hesitation, not knowing how to act, so why not allow herself to be the villain here?

Without a word, she raised her hand intending to throw out the Magic Treasure, but was still caught by Jiang Feng with a "slap" on her wrist, gently shaking his head.

"Die, die!"

Suddenly, an attack.

Wu Daoxu, lying limp but tortured to the point of losing sanity, sprang to his feet, throwing the terrible Soul Puppet out directly, muscles bulging, fingers twisted into an eerie shape forming a Dharma Seal, yet before the move could be executed, the man lifted his leg and kicked.

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