Chapter 1 The Body Without Good or Evil

The body itself is neither good nor evil; it is the intention that drives the action.
Good and evil do not exist in nature; the measure of such is only a living being's self-awareness.

"Refining Hall, Demon Subduing Hall..."

Listening to the gradually fading cries of the infant behind him, An Qisheng's mind sank. Information about the small demon he held in his hand appeared before his eyes.

The Refining Hall was a hidden force.

Unlike the loose structure of the Demon Subduing Hall, the Refining Hall had strict hierarchies and a clearer division of labor. It had small demons specifically for collecting various spiritual and evil materials.

Demons naturally found it difficult to gain intelligence, but for great demons who had mastered certain secret techniques, mass-producing small demons was not a problem.

This small demon didn't even have a name, only a code. There were many like him collecting Zi He Che (placenta) everywhere.

It was said that this force was formed by demons and heretical cultivators forced together by the Demon Subduing Hall, and had many conflicts and厮杀 (sī shā - battles) with the Demon Subduing Hall.

Hu~

In the night wind, An Qisheng stopped and raised his eyebrows, "You've been following me all this way. Why show yourself now?"

In the swirling snowflakes, a Daoist in green robes with a sword on his back stood on the eaves, looking at An Qisheng in the snowy night with a strange look in his eyes:

"I heard that fratricide is taboo in the Refining Hall. You're quite interesting..."

The green-clad man stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm, but his aura was extremely sharp, as if his person and his sword were equally sharp. He was surrounded by an extremely dense aura of blood and sin.

Faintly, cries of sorrow could be heard in the wind.

"What do the taboos of the Refining Hall have to do with me?"

An Qisheng's tone was calm.

He knew that this green-clad swordsman had been in Zeng San's caravan and had followed him all the way since he left.

"The Refining Hall is extremely vicious. You killed their demon, and you're in for some trouble."

The green-clad man landed with the wind, carefully sizing up An Qisheng, unable to suppress his curiosity, "After following you all this way, I really don't see anything about you that would warrant Old Master Zeng's attention..."

Who was Zeng San?

As the current helmsman of the Confucian school in Dong Sheng Zhou (Eastern Victory Continent), although he was old and no longer had the strength and decisiveness of his youth, his name was still extremely great.

Everywhere he went, countless people followed him, protecting him spontaneously.

There were not many people or demons in the entire Dong Sheng Zhou who could catch his eye. An Qisheng's visit and the courtesy he received from Zeng San were naturally seen clearly by everyone, and they were even more curious.

However, he had not found anything unusual after observing him all the way.

He had only cultivated one sword in his life, and his perception was the most敏锐 (mǐn ruì - keen). Even Zeng San's aura could be sensed. How could such an obscure little妖 (yāo - demon) be an exception?

An Qisheng held the small妖 (yāo - demon) upside down and glanced at the green-clad swordsman indifferently, "Then are you going to take me to the Demon Subduing Hall to claim credit?"

"Old Zeng is only a few hundred miles away from here. If he wanted to protect you, he would have spoken already. It seems that he has acquiesced."

The green-clad swordsman's mind moved, and the sword on his back buzzed and trembled: "You were able to stop that small妖 (yāo - demon) from collecting Zi He Che (placenta), which can be considered a good妖 (yāo - demon), but unfortunately..."

Buzz~

His words were森冷 (sēn lěng - chilling), like the cold wind.

As his voice fell, a ray of cold light rose into the sky, like a silver dragon overlooking the earth, locking onto An Qisheng:

"妖 (yāo - Demons) are妖 (yāo - demons), good or evil, they are all guilty! They all deserve to die!"

Hoo hoo~

The sword qi mixed in the cold wind cut the earth, and the cold ground covered with snow was割裂 (gē liè - cut open) with ravines.

The wind seemed even colder.

An Qisheng stood in the wind and snow, allowing the sword qi to lock onto him, his expression unchanged: "To define the guilt and life and death of a race, you are quite霸道 (bà dào - overbearing)."

After a sigh, An Qisheng's tone changed, and his words were like knives: "But what do you think Zeng San treats me with courtesy?"

"Hmm?"

The pupils of the green-clad man contracted, and then a brilliant light burst out in front of his eyes, a dazzling divine light that suddenly exploded before him.

浩然气 (Hàorán Qì - Righteous Qi)?!

A妖 (yāo - demon) cultivating Confucianism?

The green-clad swordsman's mind was shaken, and an unbelievable thought arose.

Even in Confucianism, not everyone can cultivate 浩然气 (Hàorán Qì - Righteous Qi). How could a妖 (yāo - demon) cultivate such pure 浩然气 (Hàorán Qì - Righteous Qi)?

Zheng~

As he thought, the sword in the air let out a clear, dragon-like鳴 (míng - cry), and then evolved into a shadow of sword light all over the sky.

Boom!

As the sound of the air exploding resounded, the green-clad swordsman's sword light was instantly bounced away, and a slightly cool palm pierced through the void.

It pressed down on the green-clad swordsman's somewhat狰狞 (zhēng níng - ferocious) face.

The next moment, intense pain struck!

The green-clad swordsman only felt a flash of light and darkness before his eyes, and then the world turned upside down. The barrier of 法力 (fǎ lì - magic power) around his body shattered instantly, and the狂风 (kuáng fēng - wild wind) accompanied by snow and sand overwhelmed him.

He was directly砸 (zá - smashed) into the cold ground.

An indescribably powerful force spread out over his body. A wisp of it escaped, and the soil and sand of the entire long street震荡 (zhèn dàng - shook) and rose into the sky.

The sudden hurricane swept across both sides of the street, causing many houses to sway, and many lights to light up, then go out again amidst suppressed exclamations.

The peaceful snowy night was broken by the sudden tremor.

"No..."

In the midst of the dust and snow, the green-clad swordsman opened his mouth and spat out a large cloud of blood mist. He felt that his internal organs and limbs were shattered by the impact of the great force.

Where was this Confucian 浩然气 (Hàorán Qì - Righteous Qi)?

It was simply more fierce and狂暴 (kuáng bào - violent) than the golden body of Buddhism!

Pūtōng~

The green-clad swordsman struggled to stand up, but before he could speak, he fell to the ground, and a large area of scarlet stained the snow and sand red.

"If you are used to suppressing others with force, will your brain really degenerate?"

An Qisheng flicked his fingers and grabbed the green-clad swordsman, who was like a dead dog, in his hand.

Although he had not yet cultivated in this life, he would naturally not be powerless if he dared to walk outside.

Beneath the facade of Confucian 浩然气 (Hàorán Qì - Righteous Qi) was the overwhelming power of the Giant Spirit God.

"You, you..."

The life force of cultivators was extremely strong. After taking a blow, the green-clad swordsman was still not dead, but his blood-stained face was distorted and extremely骇然 (hài rán - terrified).

At this moment, he finally felt it.

Within the seemingly peaceful body in front of him was endless danger and terror.

Unfortunately, it was too late for regret. He could only watch himself being dragged into the snowy night like a dead dog.

"Confucianism,妖 (yāo - demons), Dao..."

Carrying one man and one妖 (yāo - demon) like dead dogs, An Qisheng had a dark and incomprehensible contemplation in his heart.

In this world where the laws are strict and like a net covering the sky, anyone who is out of step and独行 (dú xíng - independent) is easily noticed.

If the movement is too small, it doesn't matter. If the movement is too large, he has to put on a reasonable external manifestation for himself.

In other words, among the various Daos in this world, he would have to choose one or two.

Hoo hoo~

In the cold wind, the rabbit妖 (yāo - demon) looked凝重 (níng zhòng - solemn). He guarded beside Cai Xiaobai, and felt the aura rising not far away, his hair standing on end.

His senses were敏锐 (mǐn ruì - keen) and easily frightened. If Cai Xiaobai could not move, he would have避开 (bì kāi - avoided) it from afar.

Although this aura was fleeting, it made him feel the danger.

"Eighth Brother, Eighth Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Cai Xiaobai was ignorant and did not know what happened.

"It's a little bad. This aura is very similar to those凶人 (xiōng rén - fierce people) from the Demon Subduing Hall..."

Rabbit Eight was very nervous, because he found that the aura was getting closer and closer to him.

Gravelly~

With the sound of a door opening, the rabbit妖 (yāo - demon)'s dread finally broke out.

He screamed and跃 (yuè - jumped) up, his legs about to kick out in the violent popping sound of the air current.

"It's me."

An Qisheng spoke in time, stopping the frightened rabbit, and shook his hand, throwing the dead dog-like man and demon on the ground.

"You, you took them down?"

Rabbit Eight urgently收力 (shōu lì - gathered his strength), landed on the ground, and looked at the unconscious man and demon, somewhat惊疑不定 (jīng yí bù dìng - uncertain): "No, that's not right... How can there be妖 (yāo - demons) in the Demon Subduing Hall? Could it be..."

"You guessed right, that little妖 (yāo - demon) is from the Refining Hall, and that swordsman is from the Demon Subduing Hall."

An Qisheng glanced at the ignorant little cabbage.

With the brief awakening of the地底 (dì dǐ - underground) Yuanmou people, the aura on this cabbage妖 (yāo - demon) was becoming more and more powerful. Although it had only been open for a few days, its妖气 (yāo qì - demon energy) was faintly surpassing the trend of this rabbit demon.

A wisp of demon energy from a great妖 (yāo - demon) was comparable to hundreds of years of cultivation of a small妖 (yāo - demon).

"What, what?"

Rabbit Eight was a little懵 (měng - dazed): "You, how did you even provoke the妖 (yāo - demons) of the Refining Hall? The people and妖 (yāo - demons) in the Refining Hall are all癫狂 (diān kuáng - crazy) and疯魔 (fēng mó - demonic)凶人 (xiōng rén - fierce people)."

Rabbit Eight, who had never动手 (dòng shǒu - fought) with anyone or妖 (yāo - demons), was a little flustered at this time. He turned back and forth, like an ant on a hot pan.

He could not hold back his ‘emperor’s demeanor’ that he had been holding for a long time.

Good fellow, he was already 不两立 (bù liǎng lì - irreconcilable) with the Demon Subduing Hall, and now his ‘手下 (shǒu xià - subordinate)’ had offended the Refining Hall as well.

Who could stand this?

"People,妖 (yāo - demons), if they deserve to be killed, then kill them. What's so great about it?"

Looking at the rabbit demon who could not wait to pack up his belongings and run away, An Qisheng shook his head: "If you are afraid of this and that, don't talk about妖 (yāo - demon) King, you don't even count as a妖 (yāo - demon)."

Although he shook his head, An Qisheng also knew.

A small rabbit妖 (yāo - demon) who had been hiding and only sought out童生 (tóng shēng - students) who taught蒙学 (méng xué - elementary learning) in the countryside for a few years naturally could not be expected to have any great气魄 (qì pò - boldness).

"Who, who is afraid?"

Being said this by his ‘属下 (shǔ xià - subordinate)’, Rabbit Eight only felt that he could not hold back his face: "Don't talk about these two small roles, even if the Hall Master of the Demon Subduing Hall and the Refining Hall come together, Grandpa Eight will not be afraid!"

"Shame, shame, shame~~~"

Before An Qisheng could speak, Cai Xiaobai shouted.

Rabbit Eight felt even more unable to hold back his face,咬着牙 (yǎo zhe yá - gritted his teeth) and glared at the little cabbage: "You shut up!"

"Hehe..."

An Qisheng smiled and did not point out the rabbit妖 (yāo - demon)'s little thoughts. Instead, he said, "Since that's the case, let's go to the驻地 (zhù dì - stationed areas) of those two families..."

"??? You, you..."

Rabbit妖 (yāo - demon) suddenly raised his head and looked at An Qisheng's eyes, which suddenly became a little unbelievable.

His spirit was extremely sensitive, and of course he could understand this sentence. It was definitely not a joke.

"Instead of waiting for people to come to our door, it's better to go to their door."

An Qisheng's face was peaceful, but it made Rabbit妖 (yāo - demon) retreat again and again, as if he had received a huge shock: "You, you are not Bodhi?"

An Qisheng was about to answer, but as if he had noticed something, he suddenly raised his head and looked into the dark night.

That was the direction where his ‘本体 (běn tǐ - main body)’ was located...

What happened?

......

The night was dark and silent, and it seemed that there was only the sound of wind and snow呼呼 (hū hū - whistling).

In the Zhenhai Prince's Mansion, which had been renovated, most people had fallen into a dream, but there were also a few people who had just finished their work.

"Today, I can only make do in the柴房 (chái fáng - woodshed) for one night..."

Lin Boxun捶打 (chuí dǎ - pounded) his sore and numb arms,合衣 (hé yī - with his clothes on) lying on the straw in the firewood room. He didn't feel cold after just finishing his work.

But at this time, when his sweat fell, he felt the wind透 (tòu - coming through) the crack in the door, which was as刺骨 (cì gǔ - biting) as ice.

In the original Zhenhai Prince's Mansion, the places where the servants lived were also good, even better than ordinary people.

However, the Zhenhai Prince's Mansion was mostly destroyed in that battle. These days, they were actively preparing for the war, so naturally not many people went to repair the houses.

Therefore, until this time, the Zhenhai Prince's Mansion had not been restored to its original state. Many houses were still uninhabitable, and the servants naturally could not live in good houses.

"No, it's too cold..."

Lin Boxun搓 (cuō - rubbed) his hands and face,咬着牙 (yǎo zhe yá - gritting his teeth) and stood up. It was a taboo to make a fire in the firewood room. Of course he didn't dare, but at this time he couldn't bear the cold, so he didn't care so much.

With the fire, Lin Boxun breathed a sigh of relief, took off his sweaty clothes and hung them carefully by the fire, while he leaned against the fire and lay down holding the thatch.

In his heart, he thought of the houses he had cleaned with other servants during the day, and he was envious.

That was a place to live, but unfortunately, he would not be able to sleep in the young master's bed in this life, right?

Although there was an example of Qin Honghai rising from the courtyard to become a 客卿 (kè qīng - guest elder), he did not think he had such ability.

Before Qin Honghai rose, he was also the Zhenhai King's 친병 (qīn bīng - personal guard), who had been fighting to the death for more than ten years. What did he have? He didn't know any words, and he didn't have any martial arts.

He was not even虔诚 (qián chéng - devout) enough to worship the Giant Spirit God...

Envy and sadness welled up in his heart, but thinking of tomorrow's work, Lin Boxun still咬牙 (yǎo yá - gritted his teeth) and forced himself to close his eyes.

Relying on the warmth of the fire, Lin Boxun gradually fell asleep.

"Boxun, Boxun..."

In a daze, Lin Boxun seemed to hear a call that was both strange and familiar.

Who is this?

Dad?

But I don't have a dad.

Mom?

I don't have a mom either...

Lin Boxun was恍惚 (huǎng hū - absent-minded) and did not know what he was doing, but the voice in his ear was getting closer and clearer.

Then, a ray of light that could not be explained was浮现 (fú xiàn - emerged) in front of his eyes.

Faintly, he seemed to see a face that made him无比 (wú bǐ - extremely) warm, but he could not see clearly.

"I'm going to die..."

For no reason, a thought of明悟 (míng wù - understanding) rose in Lin Boxun's heart, but unexpectedly, he did not have any thoughts of worry, fear, or fear.

He just stared blankly at the face in front of him that he could not see clearly.

It seemed to be a moment, but it seemed to be a long time.

He heard a voice that seemed to come from a very distant place: "Some people are still alive, but they are already dead..."

"Some people are dead, but they are still alive..."

A voice like a雷炸 (léi zhá - thunderclap) filled Lin Boxun's heart:

"Do you want to truly live!"

Fine clothes and jade food,

Wealth and power,

Gold, silver, and beauties...

The voice seemed to have魔性 (mó xìng - demonic properties).

Everything he could think of and everything he could not think of was涌 (yǒng - surging) in Lin Boxun's heart. It was the beauty he had never had in his dreams.

As a result, he was呆住 (dāi zhù - stunned) and沉迷 (chén mí - addicted).

Boom!

Almost at the same time, that face炸开 (zhà kāi - exploded) in front of his eyes, turning into a line of纹路 (wén lù - patterns) that he had never seen before, but he could understand their meaning:

Supreme Heart Demon Great Zizaitian...System