"The treasures of the world... should be possessed by those with virtue. Since soone else found it first, you... how can you snatch it from their hands? You, this abomination, after being exposed by , not only showed no remorse but also deceived Master, attempting to commit atrocities through Master..."
"Hahaha! Wu Daoxu, Brother Wu, you really are self-righteous, aren’t you? Never lacked cultivation resources, never had to fight like a dog outside for Spirit Stones, right? If you had snatched them for earlier, would I have failed in Foundation Establishnt, huh?"
The laughter grew increasingly manic, yet from it, one could still glimpse the reason why the Fan Yin Sect had fallen into such a state, and it’s the sa reason.
Internal conflict.
So people have the talent for cultivation but lack the temperant to walk this path. In leading sects like the Purple Cloud Palace, there’s always a selection process, but smaller sects don’t have this privilege; acquiring disciples with cultivation talent is already rare, let alone being selective.
Perhaps one might not notice it at first upon joining, but over ti it will inevitably reveal itself.
Wu Daoxu was raised personally by Wu Mingsheng from childhood, so in terms of moral and intellectual developnt, he was considered good, cultivated as a successor. But other disciples had all sorts of backgrounds and already passed the formative years where character change is hard.
Including his junior sister, who also had a spoiled, pampered attitude, which was the real reason for the entire Fan Yin Sect’s downfall.
Even without the issue with Jiang Feng, given the characters of these few, they would sooner or later cause a commotion beyond control.
"And that b*tch!"
The expression, which barely regained normalcy, suddenly changed in tone.
"I treated her with good food and drinks every day. Since she joined the sect, I took her out to play daily, and anything she liked, I personally snatched for her."
"But that b*tch chose you, this useless piece of trash!"
"It’s all you, it’s all your fault, hahaha, now look, you’re neither human nor ghost, like a stray dog kicked to death by the roadside."
"That old fool was beaten to a pulp, and it was who personally stripped that b*tch of her clothes, hehe... ahhh, shut up, you beast!"
Bang—
Kneeling to the ground.
Clutching his head and tearing at his hair forcefully, his fingers digging deep into his scalp, drawing blood; the Soul Puppet on his body squird wildly, spikes rising up, twitching frantically, much like his completely shattered ntal state.
"You vile villain, how dare you harm my disciple..."
"Kehkehkeh~ What do you intend to do? You lot of bastards should have stepped down long ago."
"Brother, it’s all my fault, it’s my fault for causing such disaster. I know I was wrong, I really know now, I’ll never do it again. Brother, please, let be free..."
The voices sotis sounded like an old man, sotis like a woman, sotis like a child, and sotis like his own, making it hard to discern. Perhaps even he couldn’t distinguish who he really was now, as too many uncontrollable powers were infused into his Soul Puppet.
His body convulsed on the ground, twisting into a pretzel, seemingly having completely lost the ability to resist. This scene was not unfamiliar to the couple standing nearby; they had both hunted Evil Cultivators outside, and many Evil Cultivators, like Wu Daoxu, had severe hysteria.
In modern dical terms, it’s ntal illness.
And Jiang Feng just watched this scene silently all the while, unsure what to feel in his heart. No matter how you put it, he and Yan Yurou were the starting point of the entire incident.
So burdens he couldn’t shake off.
Couldn’t be shaken off.
"So, how do you plan to handle it?"
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