“Stop, Chang Qing, what are you doing? He’s your second uncle.”
“Yes, yes, Chang Qing, don’t be rash, listen to us explain.”
“Chang Qing, Second Uncle was wrong, release me quickly, cough cough!”
Mu Chang Qing’s gaze grew colder, and the anxious faces of the few people made him even more disgusted.
He understood that he could not be soft-hearted now; he had to leave as soon as possible.
Otherwise, if Tang Si arrived, he would have no chance of survival, and he would surely die.
“Give me the antidote, quickly!”
As he spoke, Mu Chang Qing directly twisted five of his second uncle’s fingers, causing him to scream in agony.
He had no more time; he had to leave this place as quickly as possible.
“Quick, give him the antidote, Chang Qing, don’t be rash.”
The old village chief was extremely anxious and quickly asked someone to fetch a bowl of pale yellow medicinal soup.
Mu Chang Qing motioned for the person to place it by the bedside and sternly ordered the few people to get out.
He grabbed his second uncle by the neck, brought the herbal soup to his nose to sniff, and as a child who grew up in the village, he could easily discern it.
After confirming there were no issues, Mu Chang Qing drank it in one gulp.
Feeling his body regain some strength, he quickly circulated his spiritual energy, took out a few healing pills from his storage bag, and consumed them.
“Chang… Chang Qing, this has nothing to do with me. It was the villagers who forced me. Gou Dan’er once sent word to the village chief that if your whereabouts were discovered, you were to be detained by any means necessary. He also promised to let the villagers move away and settle below the Great Yu Immortal Sect’s mountain, under the protection of immortals.”
Second Uncle quickly explained, his tone pleading.
Mu Chang Qing was not a fool and would not easily believe him.
Even though the person in front of him was someone he had once respected the most.
Feeling his body’s weakness rapidly recede, Mu Chang Qing regained some strength.
His eyes turned red as he looked at his second uncle and said coldly.
“Go, I will never believe you again.”
Mu Chang Qing was filled with extreme anger, roaring in his heart.
However, he was not blinded by his rage.
Now, he had to leave as soon as possible, or if Tang Si arrived, he would have no hope of survival.
Holding his second uncle hostage, he came to the door.
At this moment, nearly a hundred old and young villagers, armed with hoes, sickles, wooden clubs, and small knives, had completely surrounded the dilapidated courtyard.
A bitter, sad smile appeared on Mu Chang Qing’s lips as he looked at the familiar faces.
Now, they were filled with malice, making him extremely nauseated.
“Make way!”
A faint spiritual energy flowed through Mu Chang Qing’s palm, emanating a murderous aura as he roared ferociously.
At this time, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and muffled thunder rumbled.
A drizzling spring rain fell, moistening the earth.
The heavy rain beat against Mu Chang Qing’s face, gradually blurring his vision.
His wet face, he couldn’t tell if it was tears or rain.
“We can’t let him leave, or we won’t be able to explain to Gou Dan’er.”
“Yes, for the future of the village, we absolutely cannot back down.”
“Gou Dan’er promised that if they captured Mu Chang Qing, I could enter the Great Yu Immortal Sect.”
“Don’t worry, he’s alone and severely injured, he can’t do anything to us.”
“Chang Qing, for the future of the village, release your second uncle.”
“You unfilial wretch, when your parents were eaten by demonic beasts when you were little, it was the villagers who raised you. It was your second uncle who watched you grow up. Do you want to repay kindness with enmity?”
…
The grating sounds entered Mu Chang Qing’s ears, making these familiar faces seem exceptionally strange.
“Hehehehehe!”
Mu Chang Qing chuckled softly, which then turned into a sorrowful, helpless laugh.
He couldn’t distinguish, couldn’t tell if the kindness shown to him by these people he knew was real or fake.
He couldn’t tell if there was any true affection in this world.
“Is it all for the benefits promised by Tang Si? How truly tragic!”
Mu Chang Qing slowly raised his head, letting the heavy rain fall on his pale face.
His right hand tightened its grip, his second uncle’s face turned increasingly pale and bloodless, and he struggled frantically.
However, facing a cultivator, a mere mortal had no power to resist.
“You scoundrel, what do you think you’re doing? Let go of your second uncle.”
A shrewish woman brandished a sharp sickle and lunged at Mu Chang Qing.
Mu Chang Qing looked at his second aunt, who had once been kind and doting towards him, and let her approach.
*Thwack!*
The sharp sickle left a bloody gash on Mu Chang Qing’s left arm.
Mu Chang Qing’s face was filled with sorrow, and he looked at his second aunt, whose face was contorted with rage, and smiled.
“Why?”
“You ungrateful white-eyed wolf, why can’t you just wait obediently for Gou Dan’er to take you away and think for the village? Why resist?”
Second Aunt was like a demon from hell at this moment, completely lacking the elegance of a middle-aged woman.
She fiercely pulled out the sickle, and the scarlet blood sprayed out, dyeing Mu Chang Qing’s robes and the ground red along with the rain.
She swung the sickle again, preparing to chop at Mu Chang Qing’s neck.
*Thwack!*
This time, Mu Chang Qing did not stand idly by.
His sorrowful expression gradually turned cold.
He had seen the indifference of the world for ten years in the Great Yu Immortal Sect; how could he be indecisive?
However, he still had a concern, a glimmer of warmth and light in his heart.
That was the village and Gou Dan’er.
Alas, one must eventually face reality.
When a bloody hand emerged from the woman’s chest, all that remained besides the raging wind and rain was a deathly silence.
“Forget it, forget it, it’s time to face reality. Rest in peace, all of you. Tang Si, I will send him to join you sooner or later.”
*Thwack!*
Mu Chang Qing withdrew his left hand, stained red with blood. As his pupils rapidly contracted, his second aunt, with an expression of disbelief, slowly fell.
*Crack!*
Mu Chang Qing exerted force with his right hand, directly snapping his second uncle’s neck and tossing him aside.
At this moment, Mu Chang Qing’s head was bowed, his black hair obscuring his bloodshot eyes, and a cold laugh, as if from hell, emanated from his mouth.
“He… he killed Second Uncle and Second Aunt.”
“Kill him! We have more people, fists are no match for four hands, we can’t let him leave.”
Someone roared, and nearly a hundred people, armed with various farm tools and weapons, charged at Mu Chang Qing.
Mu Chang Qing looked up at these mortals blinded by greed, driven to madness.
“Do you truly not understand the difference between a cultivator and a mortal? Even if I am only at the Five Palaces realm, dealing with you is as easy as lifting a finger.”
Whispering, Mu Chang Qing took out a low-grade spiritual sword from his storage bag.
Instantly, blood bloomed like plum blossoms in the heavy rain.
With every swing of Mu Chang Qing’s sword, a figure fell.
His speed was astonishing as he weaved through the crowd, slaughtering the only relatives he had in this world, those familiar faces.
Piteous screams erupted, and they began to fear, beg for mercy, and flee.
Mu Chang Qing’s expression was indifferent; even when some respected elders knelt and begged for mercy, he struck them down with his sword.
Half an hour later, Mu Chang Qing, exhausted, knelt in a pool of blood.
Behind him lay a pile of corpses.
This was the first time he had killed anyone, and it was his only relatives in the world.
More painful than the physical agony was the wrenching pain in his heart.
“So, this world is realistic, and cruel. I, Mu Chang Qing, will never be betrayed again, never, because… I will never trust anyone again.”
Mu Chang Qing endured his exhausted body, dragged his blood-stained long sword, and walked step by step into the distance.