Thinking about these things, Chu Yang felt a heavy weight in his heart.
He never wanted to kill innocent people, let alone a prodigy like this. Such a talent could very well achieve the position of a Great Emperor in the future, which would be a tremendous benefit for the entire Wanling Continent.
However, if he did not continue his killings, how could he repay the gratitude of his sect?
Without his master's guidance and favor, leading him onto the right path, he would now be nothing more than an ordinary person with a collapsed Dao Palace and no foundation to speak of.
How could he talk about cultivation, strength, or avenging the immense blood feud?
Without his master, there would be no Chu Yang of today.
The debt of rebirth must not be forgotten.
A trace of a desolate smile appeared on Chu Yang's lips. The sword path he cultivated was originally meant to defy fate, to cut through all injustices in the world, and not be controlled by destiny.
But in the end, he still couldn't escape the shackles of fate.
So, what kind of path was the sword path he cultivated?
Chu Yang didn't know. He turned back and bowed deeply to the already dead Wang Teng.
There was no enmity between them, but he had to kill him.
Chu Yang's mood was extremely heavy. Looking at the dense list of names, his heart wavered.
After being in turmoil for a long time, Chu Yang finally smiled bitterly and picked up the sword in his hand.
The grace of the sect must be repaid!
Then, Chu Yang looked at the next target. The opponent was a supreme powerhouse of the Immortal Realm, who relied on his strength to dominate a mountain, committing all kinds of heinous acts.
Chu Yang felt relieved in his heart. At least, killing such great evildoers would make him feel less burdened and guilty.
Next, Chu Yang ascended to the Immortal Realm.
Most of the people on the list were in the Immortal Realm. After all, in the Mortal Realm, the number of supreme powerhouses was too few, let alone those with enmities with his master.
In the Immortal Realm, a powerful, unknown sword cultivator rampaged like a wolf among sheep, causing the fall of many strong individuals.
And these strong individuals had all reached the supreme realm!
Many in the Immortal Realm were terrified by such shocking news.
However, upon careful investigation, they found that the mysterious sword cultivator only killed those who were extremely evil.
Many cultivators felt somewhat relieved in their hearts.
Three months passed by in a flash.
Chu Yang now stood atop a mountain peak.
Since arriving in the Immortal Realm, he had been killing for three months straight.
The number of supreme powerhouses who died at his hands could no longer be counted on two hands.
Standing on the peak, Chu Yang gazed at the remaining names on the list, not moving for a long time.
In his view, the truly wicked had already been dealt with.
The remaining names were all pure-hearted individuals, each abiding by the rules, treating people kindly, and never committing any heinous acts.
These people were obviously chivalrous heroes, so why did he have to kill them too?
Chu Yang clutched his head in pain, his heart in immense torment.
On one side was the gratitude to his sect, and on the other was his own heart of the sword path.
Continuing to kill would betray his pure heart of the sword path; not killing would mean betraying the grace of his sect.
No matter the choice, it was excruciating.
Chu Yang wanted to scream out loud, asking why he had to face such choices, why he had to make a decision.
He looked at the nameless sword that had accompanied him through countless battles, feeling a deep sense of bitterness.
His sword was supposed to cut through the control of fate, to cut through all injustices in the world.
But now.
His sword was aimed at those good-hearted individuals, to kill those who shouldn't die by his sword.
In the end, even he couldn't escape the arrangements and mockery of fate.
No matter how powerful his sword path cultivation was, he still couldn't make a decision.
Whatever he chose would go against his heart.
Since ancient times, it has always been hard to satisfy both sides. Chu Yang deeply understood the meaning of this phrase at this moment.
After being in turmoil for a long time, Chu Yang finally picked up the nameless sword. His face was expressionless as his figure disappeared from the spot.
The scene shifted.
Chu Yang arrived in a picturesque field, with clear mountains and waters, and beautiful scenery.
In the fields, many people were busily working, their faces full of simple and sincere smiles.
Several barefoot children played and frolicked in the fields, carefree and full of innocence.
Chu Yang was stunned. He didn't expect such a place to exist in the Immortal Realm. Moreover, these people had no spiritual power at all, obviously just ordinary people.
Soon, Chu Yang saw his target in a simple thatched hut.
The target was a middle-aged man with deep-set eyes like the morning star. Though dressed in plain clothes, his extraordinary demeanor was apparent, clearly not an ordinary person.
Next to the middle-aged man were two young children, a boy and a girl. The man was teaching them, instructing them on the fundamentals of being human and the principles of conduct.
His voice was gentle, and the children listened intently.
When Chu Yang appeared, the middle-aged man noticed immediately. He was slightly startled, then smiled and invited Chu Yang, "Honored guest, sorry for not welcoming you from afar. Please sit and have some tea."
The two young children, around seven or eight years old, sensibly prepared steaming tea for the two of them.
Chu Yang remained silent but still sat opposite the middle-aged man and sipped the tea.
"If I'm not mistaken, you are here to kill me," the middle-aged man said calmly.
Hearing this, the children's eyes widened, staring intently at Chu Yang.
The middle-aged man calmed the children, telling them not to make a fuss.
Chu Yang nodded, not speaking.
The middle-aged man was not surprised. A trace of reminiscence appeared on his face as he slowly began to speak, "When I was young, I indeed did many things that I regret deeply."
"You can kill me, but I have one request: please take care of these two little ones for me. They are very pitiful..."
Chu Yang couldn't help but look at the young siblings, feeling a wave of nostalgia.
In them, he saw himself and Nan Nan from years ago. However, unlike him, they had someone willing to care for and adopt them.
"No, daddy, are you abandoning us?"
"Daddy, you can't die! They're all bad people. Daddy is so good. Why do they want to kill you?"
The two children cried and clung to the middle-aged man's clothes, their faces full of sorrow.
The middle-aged man gently patted their heads, his expression soft, "Hush, don't cry."
Chu Yang remained silent for a long time.
Finally, as if finding peace within himself, he said, "Take good care of them, senior. Taking care of people is not my strong suit..."
With that, he gave a carefree smile, mounted his sword, and flew away from that place.
Chu Yang had made his decision.
He didn't want to keep killing anymore!