Chapter 34: Chapter 33: Contradictory Mentality
Translator: 549690339
This was Pei Xuanjing’s third day in the Forbidden Place, Blessed Land.
Everyone who entered the Forbidden Place would be immediately transported to various locations by the Gate of Light. At the moment, he was walking calmly and leisurely towards a meeting point arranged with the Mansion’s Sovereign’s person.
As he journeyed, he left various signs they had agreed upon before.
Pei Xuanjing, dressed in a deep brown robe and with a three-feet-long sword attached to his waist, was walking leisurely in the Forbidden Place, Blessed Land.
Despite the descriptions given by Gu Ji of the environment within the Forbidden Place, he was astounded once he set foot inside.
Flowers, trees, green hills, and pristine waters under misty rain, it was like stepping into a beautiful painting.
This broke his preconceived assumption about the Forbidden Place; rather than being a battlefield for martial artists, it feels more like an ethereal paradise.
“What a shame, this picture-perfect sanctuary might not last too long,” Pei Xuanjing thought. “Soon, this place will turn into a real battlefield. I wonder how many will die here, losing their lives.”
“Who would have thought that the first person to disturb the peace would be me?”
He looked at the gathering crowd not far away and joked sarcastically.
Perhaps it was the influence of the environment, but Pei Xuanjing exuded the aura of a refined intellectual.
Pei Xuanjing stopped and began to talk in a leisurely manner, “You’re here for me?”
The leader of the group eyed Pei Xuanjing, compared him with the portrait in his hand, then told his companions, “This is Pei Xuanjing. If we can kill him, we can exchange his head for ten thousand gold at Shen’s Business Association.”
Ten thousand gold pieces! It’s a huge fortune. Aside from those born in well-to-do families, even people from intermediate forces can’t ignore such wealth, let alone ordinary individuals from minor groups.
All eyes were on Pei Xuanjing, full of envy and blatant greed.
With ten thousand gold coins, one could easily buy ten Earth Yuan big pills suitable for a Middle Third Stage Martial Artist to cultivate.
Under the immense lure of wealth, they had overlooked the disparity between them or believed that by sheer numbers, victory would be theirs.
Pei Xuanjing shook his head and coldly spat out a few words, “Blinded by greed, you’re hammering a nail into your own coffins.”
He couldn’t be bothered to waste his breath on these people blinded by profit. If they were seeking their own demise, he wouldn’t show any mercy.
Clang!
He decapitated a man with just a casual swing of his sword, didn’t stop and continued his assault.
Since becoming a martial artist, this had been Pei Xuanjing’s most unrestrained and capricious assault. These rabble, at their peak, barely made it to the Sixth Grade of Martial Arts, none of them could withstand even a single strike from him.
Ten steps, one kill; he left no survivors.
After two hours, the scenic landscape of the Forbidden Place, Blessed Land had drastically changed.
Mountains of corpses and rivers of blood; countless cadavers were scattered everywhere.
It was eerily silent; broken weapons stood stoically in the pools of blood, fluttering in the wind.
His brown robe was stained with dots of blood, but not a single drop was his own.
He swung his sword to remove the blood on it and sheathed it back into the scabbard.
Indifferent to the massacre he had just committed, his eyes gleamed with coldness.
He searched the bodies of those dead, collecting anything he could use, determined the direction, and resolu tely walked away.
This was his first massacre since he entered the Forbidden Place, but it certainly wasn’t the last.
Over the next few days, people kept coming after him for various reasons—tempted by profits, instigated by hatred—each with their own motives, all bent on causing trouble for him.
Pei Xuanjing showed no mercy. He let loose all the wicked thoughts he had repressed deep within, becoming a demon of carnage, leaving a trail of destroyed lives in his wake.
One day, right after he had ended a carnage, he took no heed to camouflage himself and chose to recover his True Qi straightaway while sitting atop a protruding rock.
He reflected on his actions and gains over the past two weeks, weighed the pros and cons, recognized the merits and value of a lot of skills and martial arts, and acquired a good amount of Taoyun. As for money, he only took a few easily carried silver banlmotes.
In a short span, he had killed nearly a hundred martial artists. Even his usual attire was completely soaked in blood. The killing aura and Blood Qi swirled around him, making him seemingly like a devil that had escaped from hell.
“Perhaps, all these were a result of the long-term suppression of my wicked thoughts,” he thought.
Whether it was an excuse or just to reassure himself, Pei Xuanjing contemplated.
In his previous life, he lived in a peaceful world. Even though there were many wars and conflicts, they were all too distant from him.
So even after being in this world of cultivation for twenty years, he, who had always been lucky, never starved. Hence, he had always been uncomfortable with the martial artists’ law of the jungle ideology in this world.
Or perhaps, the morality and legal concepts formed in his previous life were still influencing him. He was used to being on the defensive, even the collaboration with Mansion’s Sovereign Gu Ji was influenced by his previous life. He unconsciously trusted government officials, even though the government office of Great Ming in this world had nothing to do with his previous world. In fact, they were entirely antagonistic entities.
Moreover, he knew clearly that even as a Fourth -grade martial artist, there were still many people out in the world who could defeat or even kill him. He didn’t have the strength or capital to act recklessly.
However, once he entered the Forbidden Place, Blessed Land, he realized he was among the strongest here, being at the top of the food chain. As long as he didn’t make a significant mistake, his life wouldn’t be in danger.
That was why he unconsciously discarded all his previous inhibitions and prudence. He became unrestrained, heedless, freely releasing his wicked thoughts without any restraint.
“After failing to advance during my last simulated life, the Mansion’s Spiritual Advisor said it was due to my overthinking and lack of spiritual state. But is such recklessness the correct way?” Pei Xuanjing frowned as he pondered.
After a long pause, he sarcastically said to himself, “I am really playing both sides of the coin.”
“Oh well, since I don’t fully agree with this concept, I’ll try to kill fewer people from now on! At least, I should have some sort of limit on killing,” he reflected aloud.
“I didn’t expect you to have progressed to such an extent. Seems like I’ve underestimated you.”
A surprising voice sounded. Pei Xuanjing looked in the direction of the voice. About several feet away stood a striking woman, looking at him in surprise..
Chapter 34: Chapter 33: Contradictory Mentality
Translator: 549690339
This was Pei Xuanjing’s third day in the Forbidden Place, Blessed Land.
Everyone who entered the Forbidden Place would be immediately transported to various locations by the Gate of Light. At the moment, he was walking calmly and leisurely towards a meeting point arranged with the Mansion’s Sovereign’s person.
As he journeyed, he left various signs they had agreed upon before.
Pei Xuanjing, dressed in a deep brown robe and with a three-feet-long sword attached to his waist, was walking leisurely in the Forbidden Place, Blessed Land.
Despite the descriptions given by Gu Ji of the environment within the Forbidden Place, he was astounded once he set foot inside.
Flowers, trees, green hills, and pristine waters under misty rain, it was like stepping into a beautiful painting.
This broke his preconceived assumption about the Forbidden Place; rather than being a battlefield for martial artists, it feels more like an ethereal paradise.
“What a shame, this picture-perfect sanctuary might not last too long,” Pei Xuanjing thought. “Soon, this place will turn into a real battlefield. I wonder how many will die here, losing their lives.”
“Who would have thought that the first person to disturb the peace would be me?”
He looked at the gathering crowd not far away and joked sarcastically.
Perhaps it was the influence of the environment, but Pei Xuanjing exuded the aura of a refined intellectual.
Pei Xuanjing stopped and began to talk in a leisurely manner, “You’re here for me?”
The leader of the group eyed Pei Xuanjing, compared him with the portrait in his hand, then told his companions, “This is Pei Xuanjing. If we can kill him, we can exchange his head for ten thousand gold at Shen’s Business Association.”
Ten thousand gold pieces! It’s a huge fortune. Aside from those born in well-to-do families, even people from intermediate forces can’t ignore such wealth, let alone ordinary individuals from minor groups.
All eyes were on Pei Xuanjing, full of envy and blatant greed.
With ten thousand gold coins, one could easily buy ten Earth Yuan big pills suitable for a Middle Third Stage Martial Artist to cultivate.
Under the immense lure of wealth, they had overlooked the disparity between them or believed that by sheer numbers, victory would be theirs.
Pei Xuanjing shook his head and coldly spat out a few words, “Blinded by greed, you’re hammering a nail into your own coffins.”
He couldn’t be bothered to waste his breath on these people blinded by profit. If they were seeking their own demise, he wouldn’t show any mercy.
Clang!
He decapitated a man with just a casual swing of his sword, didn’t stop and continued his assault.
Since becoming a martial artist, this had been Pei Xuanjing’s most unrestrained and capricious assault. These rabble, at their peak, barely made it to the Sixth Grade of Martial Arts, none of them could withstand even a single strike from him.
Ten steps, one kill; he left no survivors.
After two hours, the scenic landscape of the Forbidden Place, Blessed Land had drastically changed.
Mountains of corpses and rivers of blood; countless cadavers were scattered everywhere.
It was eerily silent; broken weapons stood stoically in the pools of blood, fluttering in the wind.
His brown robe was stained with dots of blood, but not a single drop was his own.
He swung his sword to remove the blood on it and sheathed it back into the scabbard.
Indifferent to the massacre he had just committed, his eyes gleamed with coldness.
He searched the bodies of those dead, collecting anything he could use, determined the direction, and resolu tely walked away.
This was his first massacre since he entered the Forbidden Place, but it certainly wasn’t the last.
Over the next few days, people kept coming after him for various reasons—tempted by profits, instigated by hatred—each with their own motives, all bent on causing trouble for him.
Pei Xuanjing showed no mercy. He let loose all the wicked thoughts he had repressed deep within, becoming a demon of carnage, leaving a trail of destroyed lives in his wake.
One day, right after he had ended a carnage, he took no heed to camouflage himself and chose to recover his True Qi straightaway while sitting atop a protruding rock.
He reflected on his actions and gains over the past two weeks, weighed the pros and cons, recognized the merits and value of a lot of skills and martial arts, and acquired a good amount of Taoyun. As for money, he only took a few easily carried silver banlmotes.
In a short span, he had killed nearly a hundred martial artists. Even his usual attire was completely soaked in blood. The killing aura and Blood Qi swirled around him, making him seemingly like a devil that had escaped from hell.
“Perhaps, all these were a result of the long-term suppression of my wicked thoughts,” he thought.
Whether it was an excuse or just to reassure himself, Pei Xuanjing contemplated.
In his previous life, he lived in a peaceful world. Even though there were many wars and conflicts, they were all too distant from him.
So even after being in this world of cultivation for twenty years, he, who had always been lucky, never starved. Hence, he had always been uncomfortable with the martial artists’ law of the jungle ideology in this world.
Or perhaps, the morality and legal concepts formed in his previous life were still influencing him. He was used to being on the defensive, even the collaboration with Mansion’s Sovereign Gu Ji was influenced by his previous life. He unconsciously trusted government officials, even though the government office of Great Ming in this world had nothing to do with his previous world. In fact, they were entirely antagonistic entities.
Moreover, he knew clearly that even as a Fourth -grade martial artist, there were still many people out in the world who could defeat or even kill him. He didn’t have the strength or capital to act recklessly.
However, once he entered the Forbidden Place, Blessed Land, he realized he was among the strongest here, being at the top of the food chain. As long as he didn’t make a significant mistake, his life wouldn’t be in danger.
That was why he unconsciously discarded all his previous inhibitions and prudence. He became unrestrained, heedless, freely releasing his wicked thoughts without any restraint.
“After failing to advance during my last simulated life, the Mansion’s Spiritual Advisor said it was due to my overthinking and lack of spiritual state. But is such recklessness the correct way?” Pei Xuanjing frowned as he pondered.
After a long pause, he sarcastically said to himself, “I am really playing both sides of the coin.”
“Oh well, since I don’t fully agree with this concept, I’ll try to kill fewer people from now on! At least, I should have some sort of limit on killing,” he reflected aloud.
“I didn’t expect you to have progressed to such an extent. Seems like I’ve underestimated you.”
A surprising voice sounded. Pei Xuanjing looked in the direction of the voice. About several feet away stood a striking woman, looking at him in surprise..
