?64: Chapter 64 Great Love and Great Hatred 64: Chapter 64 Great Love and Great Hatred Although the younger members of the Leng Family didn’t understand what the Family Head meant by “Cultivator,” with the Family Head himself having fled, and the mysterious figure in the sky so terrifying, everyone wanted to avoid death.

    Naturally, like scattered birds, they fled in all directions.

    “Escape?”

    Ye Xuan sat cross-legged in the void, looking down at the fleeing Leng Family Martial Artists with a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

    “Do you think you can escape?” Ye Xuan whispered.

    “Ten Directions Swallowing Heaven Formation!”

    As if Nine Heavens Thunder exploded, as if the stars of Tian Yu shattered, a terrifying event occurred as soon as Ye Xuan’s voice was heard.

    Boom!

    Blood illuminated the sky, Runes permeated the air, and as Ye Xuan released his palm, this piece of Heaven and Earth was immediately sealed.

    A thousand-zhang blood cloud formed high above, within which countless blood-thunder crisscrossed.

    “Kill!”

    Crack!

    Endless blood and terrifying thunder struck down at that moment.

    Mountains exploded, ranges trembled, and the fleeing Leng Family Martial Artists were pulverized by the blood-thunder, clouds of blood mist drifted through the mountains, accompanied by exceedingly miserable screams.

    “No...

    I don’t want to die!”

    “What...

    what is this?”

    “He...

    he’s not human...”

    Boom!

    Lightning streaked across the sky, blood gleamed cold and harsh, the slaughter continued, and creatures wailed.

    Ye Xuan was surrounded by a hazy blood light as he sat above, indifferently overlooking the scene below.

    “Swallowing Heaven Technique!”

    Like a giant whale consuming water, like a river reversing its flow, when Ye Xuan’s eyes opened and closed, it seemed as if two blood-red stars were rotating in his eyes.

    Billowing blood qi surged toward him, engulfing his body until the Heaven and Earth around him finally calmed.

    Absorbing blood qi, solidifying himself, and continuously enhancing his Cultivation, that was what Ye Xuan was doing now.

    Half a day passed.

    The blood light around Ye Xuan gradually dissipated.

    He exhaled a breath as thick as a plume, causing a blast in the void, until he opened his eyes, and a sharp blood light burst forth, giving off a feeling that was too intense to look directly at.

    “The blood qi of hundreds of Ancient Martial Artists has directly made up for the deficit these past days; my internal Cultivation has slightly increased.

    It seems that becoming an Immortal in the Mortal World is not an impossible feat,” Ye Xuan murmured to himself, a mysterious sparkle crossing his eyes.

    At this moment!

    Fengming Mountain was dead silent to the extreme.

    The vast Leng Family had been razed, and Ye Xuan walked through the void until he landed midway up the mountain.

    Looking at the ground strewn with limbs and severed parts, his eyes showed no ripples.

    “Isn’t it time for you to come out?”

    Suddenly, Ye Xuan softly spoke, looking directly at a certain cave.

    Unfortunately, as Ye Xuan’s voice fell, there was no response from the surroundings, which made Ye Xuan slowly shake his head and say, “Or should I come find you?”

    “No...

    don’t kill me!”

    Suddenly!

    A trembling voice came from within the cave.

    A young man dressed in the Leng Family’s clothes crawled out of the cave, his eyes looking at Ye Xuan filled with extreme fear.

    “Still just a child,” Ye Xuan mused, his eyes becoming hazy as he looked at the other’s youthful face.

    It was as if he saw himself from four years ago, just as helpless, and if it weren’t for the Primordial Spirit that had molded him, he wouldn’t be where he was today.

    “Don’t...

    don’t kill me...

    I am not from the Leng Family.” The boy’s face was ashen, his young features etched with fear.

    “What’s your name?” Ye Xuan asked softly.

    “Sir...

    My name is Leng Wuge, I’m just a servant of the Leng family,” the boy replied, his voice trembling.

    “Hmm.”

    Ye Xuan nodded, walking over to the boy.

    His hand, glistening like jade, gently stroked the boy’s hair as he spoke with a voice smooth as jade, “Go in peace, I will leave your body intact.”

    Bang!

    Showing no mercy, wielding a decisive blow, the boy’s eyes dilated with the force of Ye Xuan’s palm.

    He stared dead at Ye Xuan, never having guessed that Ye Xuan would truly kill him.

    “Why...

    why?” the boy uttered in his dying breath, a note of unwillingness in his voice.

    “Although you’ve concealed it well, I saw something in your eyes, and that something is...

    hatred!” Ye Xuan said calmly, a touch of sorrow flickering in his gaze.

    “There are only two kinds of truly fearsome people in the world.”

    “One kind is those with great love, who establish a heart for Heaven and Earth, a life for the people, who continue the legacy of the Saints and bring peace for all ages.

    These people carry the world in their hearts and bless all living beings, they are akin to Saints.”

    “The other kind is those filled with great hatred, resented against the unfair heavens and the heartless earth.

    With hatred in their heart, they can turn the world upside down, and they are even more fearsome than the former,” Ye Xuan said, not sure if he was speaking to the boy or to himself.

    At this moment, his aura seemed lonely and desolate.

    “Even though you’re not the second kind, with hatred in your heart, how could I let you live?” Ye Xuan whispered, but the boy’s eyes had already scattered, his cold body collapsing to the ground.

    The breeze was light, the clouds were serene, untainted by dust.

    A gentle wind blew, making Ye Xuan’s hair flutter.

    He gazed into the vast mountains, his eyes brimming with indescribable loneliness and vicissitude.

    Ye Xuan wondered, which kind of person was he?

    His mind drifted as he searched his heart, but he never found the answer he sought.

    Ye Xuan saw himself as a heartless person.

    Even facing a frail young boy, he didn’t hold back, killing him on the spot.

    The once humble heart of compassion had been abandoned.

    This wasn’t the outcome he had desired, but four years of killing had taught Ye Xuan a lesson.

    The strong are as imposing as mountains, the weak crawl like ants!

    This is a world where the strong perpetually prevail.

    Only by casting away his former compassion and sweeping everything from his path could he truly roam free between heaven and earth.

    The young boy’s death didn’t cause even a ripple in Ye Xuan’s mind.

    Still, it did give him pause to reflect—would the boy have sought revenge had he spared his life today?

    To annihilate a family, to kill without remorse, Ye Xuan did not fear the boy’s revenge, but rather that the boy would spend his life tormented by hate, and such torment could drive a person mad.

    Great figures were not to be dreaded; instead, it was these crazed inferiors who could deal a fatal blow at just the right moment.

    Whether it was to avoid trouble or to spare the boy from the agony of hatred, putting him to death seemed the best course of action.

    While Ye Xuan’s view might be deemed extreme, it was also his philosophy for dealing with the world, and the reason he had survived to this day.

    His thoughts returning, Ye Xuan flashed a smile.

    What was he thinking, turning into a world-weary old man?

    His road ahead was still long, his life had only just begun.

    Amidst the foggy mountains and the narrow pathways, Ye Xuan’s spirit seemed to ascend at that moment.

    He didn’t fly away but instead walked along the mountain path, heading down from Fengming Mountain.

    Yet behind him, blood soaked the earth, the Leng Family estate lay in ruins, and countless corpses of Leng Family Martial Artists strewn about the ground depicted a scene of utter horror.