This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 593 - 68: I am stronger than him, so he died.
Chapter 593: Chapter 68: I am stronger than him, so he died.
As the narrow gap closed, all light disappeared at that moment.
The inside of Causality Tower was silent and pitch-dark.
Lu Qingshan could only hear his own faint breathing and heartbeat.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
He stepped forward, and his originally almost soundless footsteps sounded surprisingly clear in this eerily quiet and constricted environment.
It was as if each step was not landing on the ground, but on the lake of his heart.
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The air within the tower seemed especially cold and damp due to being sealed for many years.
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Lu Qingshan looked around.
In the darkness, there was nothingness; nothing existed.
His pace was steady, but his mind was deep in thought.
Wasn’t it said that there would be evil figures formed from malicious causes? Why were there no signs of them?
As he pondered, the next moment, the scene before his eyes changed drastically.
The darkness faded slightly, and the surroundings turned into a gloomy, damp cave.
Embedded in the walls of the cave were night pearls, emitting a faint ghostly white glow.
A very familiar scene.
Rustle—Rustle—
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching from afar reached his ears, leaving Lu Qingshan no time to think further.
He looked up towards the entrance of the cave not far away, where two vague shadows were reflected under the dim light of the night pearls, like specters.
Were the evil figures finally coming?
Lu Qingshan was certain, mixed with a hint of instinctual curiosity.
What, exactly, would these so-called evil figures be?
Evil ghosts? Yakshas? Or perhaps heavenly demons?
Finally, the two figures approached, revealing their true faces.
All his guesses were wrong.
For they were two young figures in black robes, only fourteen or fifteen years old.
The one on the left had a grotesquely abstract appearance, resembling a hanging ghost, with his entire head drooping onto his chest.
The one on the right was not much better off—a gash at his neck poured out a constant stream of crimson blood, like water from an opened floodgate.
Both were looking at Lu Qingshan with venomous eyes.
“Lu Qingshan, do you remember us?” they asked.
Song Qing, Jie Shi.
Two names that seemed somewhat distant surfaced in Lu Qingshan’s mind.
They were disciples of real Blood Corpses he had killed to escape from the Corpse Refining Cave when he first came to this world.
Lu Qingshan watched them steadily, “Why do you appear here?”
“Why do we appear here?” The hanging ghost Song Qing, with eyes full of hatred, said, “This is your world of evil projections, where those who appear are all the ones you have killed.
You ask me why I appear here? Had you not slain me, would I have appeared here?”
Lu Qingshan said sincerely, “On that day, it was either your death or mine.”
“You still dare to be so arrogant? In the world of evil projections, you still dare to be so arrogant?” Jie Shi suddenly roared furiously.
Compared to Song Qing, his death had been even more frustrating because his experience was more complex: from a desperate situation to a turnaround, then to being overturned again—this roller coaster of emotions, especially the extreme reluctance, made his resentment towards Lu Qingshan far stronger than Song Qing’s.
“What is this world of evil projections? Why do you two seem so confident?” Lu Qingshan asked, puzzled. He then continued sincerely, “If I could kill you once, I can certainly slaughter you both today.”
The hanging ghost Song Qing instinctively flinched, his head dangling at his chest wobbling twice before he calmed down and looked at Lu Qingshan cautiously, asking, “You don’t know the mystery of the world of evil projections?”
“Do you think I’m unaware just because you say so?”
“When a cultivator reaches a certain realm, they must endure the Karmic Fire Heavenly Tribulation. The magnitude of the tribulation’s lethality is determined by the weight of the evil causes they’ve accumulated.
The rules set by the Heavenly Dao dictate that taking lives will invariably result in evil causes.
Here, we are the manifestation of your evil causes.
As long as you let us kill you in the same way you killed us, personally undergo this murder tribulation, you’d be facing part of the Heavenly Tribulation’s lethality in advance, thereby dissolving some of your evil causes.
Therefore, in this place, we are avengers, the righteous enforcers of the Heavenly Dao’s rules. Just accept your death gracefully!” After Song Qing finished explaining, he couldn’t help but let out a wild laugh.
Lu Qingshan pondered, “So, you’re saying you want to kill me?”
Jie Shi nodded as if it were the most natural thing to do, “Exactly, and it’s going to be ‘an eye for an eye.”
“You want to kill me?” In the next moment, Lu Qingshan’s figure flashed, appearing right beside Song Qing and Jie Shi.
The blazing Dragon Sparrow appeared in his hand, exceptionally dazzling in the dim cavern.
A flash of Sword Light streaked by in the blink of an eye.
As the Sword Light flickered and vanished, accompanied by a sizzling sound, two fine heads soared into the sky.
“You should have said so earlier,” Lu Qingshan muttered to himself as he watched the heads fly, “All this time… wasted for nothing.”
The figures of Song Qing and Jie Shi popped like bubbles, disintegrating into formless dust, vanishing from the spot.
“That’s it?” wondered Lu Qingshan internally.
“Clap, clap, clap!” In the same dim cave, applause suddenly broke the silence.
Lu Qingshan scanned the area and saw another familiar face appearing not far ahead.
Si Xuesong.
The name flashed through his mind instantaneously.
The next moment, Lu Qingshan’s gaze swept below Si Xuesong’s waist and then he asked in surprise, “It doesn’t hurt anymore?”
Si Xuesong’s face twitched, then he rebuked with a stern voice, “Do you realize that what you’re doing now is a grave mistake?”
“Hmm?”
“Since you’ve entered this place, it’s to repay a portion of your evil karma,” Si Xuesong declared self-righteously. “If you remain so stubborn and unrepentant, not only will you have failed to repay the evil karma, but you will also create more evil causes.
Without taking an additional life, you’ve just managed to owe even more evil causes to the Heavenly Dao. Are you sure you want to make such a loss-making deal?
We are acting on behalf of Heaven. It’s not too late for you to realize your mistake now!”
“Such a waste of words.” Lu Qingshan didn’t bother to argue with Si Xuesong.
He leapt into action, sweeping out with his sword, a fierce Sword Light slashing across Si Xuesong’s waist.
Under the Sword Light, Si Xuesong’s figure immediately twisted and deformed, dissipating into mist.
Then, the surrounding scenery began to change rapidly.
Lu Qingshan stood still in his spot, waiting for the next manifestation of evil to appear, his mind swirling with numerous thoughts.
In the Corpse Refining Cave, that was his first time taking a life, killing a living person.
After killing Song Qing, he felt no discomfort, but instead immediately disguised himself. In a matter of dozens of breaths, he slit Jie Shi’s throat and killed him. Finally, he struggled and killed Si Xuesong, enabling his escape from the Corpse Refining Cave.
This natural inclination to kill seemed like the inherent quality of a Sword Embryo.
However, his ease wasn’t because he immediately claimed righteousness to console himself, but because he had a calm and clear understanding:
The reason I live and others die is not that I am good and they are evil, it’s simply because we loathe each other, and I’m stronger than they are, so they died.
Similarly, even in a world filled with evil manifestations, people like Song Qing cloak themselves in the guise of executing Heaven’s will, intending to let him be killed without reason, which he would never agree to.
To kill me is simple.
You have to be stronger than me.
A Sword Cultivator never waits for death.
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