Get to the Point

At first, not to mention when that disciple who had just entered the foundation building stage would arrive, just talking about the current Tang Xiaoyu, he really wanted to die.

[Damn it, who did I provoke? Not a single good thing happened, and every terrible thing befell me.]

[Is reality always like this, either making you turn bad or turn crazy?]

The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt, and the more he thought about it, the worse he felt. The aftereffects from the war and prison were gradually revealing themselves.

After figuring it out and seeing through everything, he stood up: “Damn it, what the hell is all this nonsense, I’m done playing.”

The old man turned his head and commanded in an unrejectable tone: “Sit down.”

Tang Xiaoyu completely ignored him and scolded: “You old fogey, you think that just because you're old I don't dare curse at you!”

“What are you worth, we were the ones fighting the war and dying. It has nothing to do with you at all.”

The old man coldly said: “What did you say?”

Tang Xiaoyu enunciated word for word: “I said, just looking at you cultivators makes me nauseous.”

Tang Xiaoyu suddenly roared: “Did I make myself clear enough, was I explicit enough?”

A pair of crimson eyes, full of anger, stared at the old man.

The people around frantically pulled on Tang Xiaoyu: “Little Tang, stop talking, you need to calm down.”

Tang Xiaoyu glared over, unrejectably stating: “Let me go, don't make me say it again.”

Seeing Tang Xiaoyu's crimson eyes, everyone released their hands.

The old man suddenly laughed: “Haha, very good, very good. I see you don't even know how the word death is written.”

Tang Xiaoyu walked right in front of him, looking straight at his eyes: “Is death that scary? Don't you know sometimes living is harder than dying?”

Saying that, he walked to the spiritual vessel’s side, glanced up at the stars in the night sky, and jumped off the vessel.

As the sound of impact on the ground rang out, the world became quiet.

The next morning at dawn, a shriveled old woman with a sinister complexion was looking for something. Behind her followed an exceptionally beautiful woman in looks and figure. The woman wore black clothes, with an emotionless face.

“Master, that person over there still has a breath left, I'll go relieve his suffering.”

Saying that, the woman drew out the longsword in her hand and walked toward the man.

The old woman took a look but did not plan on getting involved.

When the woman got to the man, she felt something very strange about him.

He clearly seemed dead, yet still clung to a breath. His face should have held looks of horror, pain, and indignance, but instead he had a smile.

“Master, this man is very different from others I’ve seen before. Do you know what’s going on?”

The old woman walked over and closely observed: “This man is interesting. If you want to know what’s so interesting, just ask him when he wakes up.”

“We still need to save him?”

“Up to you.”

Out of curiosity, the woman fed the man an elixir.

This man was none other than Tang Xiaoyu.

Perhaps all his previous luck had gone towards this. Just one breath had been left in him!

It wasn’t that he was an invincible protagonist, but rather that where he fell was opportune.

At a mountain peak, in a dense forest, the layers of fallen leaves had managed to preserve that one breath in him. It seemed he hadn’t exhaled his very last breath.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed. Tang Xiaoyu’s external injuries were free of worry, but his internal injuries still hadn’t completely recovered.

With lifeless eyes, he calmly gazed at the emotionless woman: “Why save me?”

“Because I have a question I want to ask you.”

“Ask.”

“Why did you have a smile on your face as you died?”

“Because of deliverance.”

“I see.”

Tang Xiaoyu got up: “I’m leaving now.”

“Where are you going?”

“Wherever I came from, back there.”

“That’s there.”

“Heaven or hell, but definitely not the mortal realm.”

“Why?”

Tang Xiaoyu glanced at the woman, desolately saying:

“I’ve been kind my whole life, never doing anything bad, yet the mortal realm's misery spared me nothing. The mortal realm is a nice place, but I won't be coming back next life.”

After saying that, he headed out the door without the slightest reluctance.

The woman watched his lonely, desolate, lonesome back, still following behind him.

“Must you die?”

“Then what’s the point of living?”

“Revenge, repaying kindness, fulfilling desires, those are all reasons to keep living.”

“I have no enemies, no kindness to repay, and no great desires.”

“Aren’t the people who forced you into this state your enemies?”

“It was this world that made me become like this.”

“Don’t you want to rule the world and change it?”

“When there is no hope, don't speak of dreams.”

The woman had never met someone like this before, unsure of what more to say.

So she started talking about her own past, how terribly miserable she was before, how hopeless she felt, and finally how her fighting spirit was reignited.

“Compared to me, what reason do you have to not keep living?”

The previously emotionless face of the woman showed agitation, indignance and many other expressions.

“No need to feed me motivational chicken soup, that’s what I always use to dupe others, because I never believed it myself.”

The woman wished she could pry open Tang Xiaoyu’s head to see what was inside. She directly bound him with a magic treasure and threw him onto the bed.

Stomping angrily, she walked toward where her master resided.

Seeing her disciple’s expression, the old woman even went out to check if the sun had risen from the west: “The sun hasn't risen from the west today! How come your frozen face is showing other expressions?”

The woman indignantly said: “Compared to him, I’m the picture of normalcy.”

The old woman was somewhat curious but didn’t plan on meddling in her disciple’s matters.

“You like challenges right? Then figure out a way to make him normal again.”

The woman was once more full of fighting spirit: “Nothing can defeat me.”

Watching her disciple’s departing back, an affectionate smile appeared on the old woman's face: “Your life shouldn’t just have hatred, it should also have smiles.”

The woman calmed herself before entering the room and releasing Tang Xiaoyu’s restraints.

“Let me introduce myself. I’m called Zhao Siqi. This place you’re at now is the Tianxuan Sect of the Eastern State’s northern region...”

Tang Xiaoyu interrupted: “Get to the point.”

Zhao Siqi dejectedly said: “This is the Yinming Sect, a third-rate sect. The sect...”

“Get to the point.”

The woman was so angry her chest heaved up and down. She yelled furiously: “What I’m saying is the point, it’s the point, got it?!”

Her voice spread through nearly half the Yinming Sect, scaring some disciples to nearly losing control of their magic.

“Who was that?”

“It sounded like Senior Sister Zhao?”

“That ice-faced one?!”

Tang Xiaoyu was unmoved as still water: “I only want to know your goal in telling me all this.”