Chapter 390 - Are You Willing to Draw Your Sword and Mete Out Heavenly Punishment? (3)
Chapter 390: Are You Willing to Draw Your Sword and Mete Out Heavenly Punishment? (3)
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“You know that the Central Continent governs the world with Confucianism and the laws of the dynasty. All the people are restrained.”
Han Muye’s voice was not loud, but everyone on River Heart Island was an elite. They could hear him with their divine senses.
There was no need to say anything else.
As for the people on the river bank, some with high cultivation levels also repeated Han Muye’s words with a smile and described the situation in the Central Continent in low voices.
“As the law says, a life for a life, a debt for a debt. The people of the Central Continent follow the law.
“This law can protect those who are law-abiding and can also restrain those who have evil intentions.”
Han Muye’s voice was neither fast nor slow.
The Central Continent’s laws.
Is this Immortal Han trying to enforce the Central Continent’s laws in the Western Frontier?
In the future, if the Nine Mystic Sword Sect has the chance to become the champion, will they rule the Western Frontier with their laws?
Many people frowned.
Cultivators were unwilling to accept such restrictions.
On the clouds, many people turned to look at Tuoba Cheng.
“The story I’m telling happened to a Confucian scholar.
“This young Confucian scholar has outstanding talent. His family thinks highly of him and he’s also married to the daughter of a rich family. It can be said that he has achieved success in his youth.”
The young man had achieved success.
Today, countless people on River Heart Island were young people who had achieved success.
Who wouldn’t be successful after becoming an elite of the sect before the age of 100 and fighting for the position of the nine sects?
“But one day, the Confucian scholar’s wife cried and said that an evil young master in the city coveted her beauty and wanted to do something evil.”
Han Muye’s expression did not change. He swept his gaze around and said calmly, “If such a thing were to happen to you, what should you do?”
What should we do?
“Kill,” Lin Shen, who was holding the big sword, said coldly.
“Draw your sword, of course,” someone on the other side said loudly.
Han Muye nodded and said, “The laws of the Central Continent are strict, but it’s not easy to draw the sword.
“The law requires proof.
“The Confucian scholar and his wife petitioned the county office. The county office replied that the so-called covetousness was not a reality. The county office could only reprimand that evil young master.
“The Confucian scholar begged the family again. The family valued him, but what could they do to that evil young master?
“The evil young master apologizes and leaves with a long smile.
“One day, after three months, when the Confucian scholar was traveling with his wife, the evil young master brought his family’s slaves to rob them. He defiled the scholar’s beloved wife in front of him, then cut off his 10 fingers so that he could not write. He cut off his tongue so that he could not speak. He gouged out his eyes, making it difficult for him to distinguish east from west.”
After Han Muye finished speaking, he quietly looked at the river in front of him.
“Such a villain should have been killed long ago!” Someone shouted loudly, gritting his teeth and glaring.
“The Central Continent’s bullsh*t laws allow people to commit evil.” Someone gritted his teeth and held the sword in his hand tightly.
On the clouds, although the Golden Core cultivators did not speak, they frowned.
“Senior Brother Han, what happened to this scholar and his wife later?” Lu Gao turned to look at Han Muye.
Everyone looked at Han Muye.
“Later?” Han Muye said calmly, “Later on, the Confucian scholar had an epiphany and became a scholar of Confucianism. With the Great Spirit condensing the words, the county magistrate appeared and severely punished that evil young master. He was imprisoned for 10 years and exiled 10,000 miles away.”
“They did not even kill him?” Lu Gao was stunned and shouted.
“Kill?” Han Muye shook his head. “Although the humiliated Confucian scholar’s wife hanged herself from a beam, this was suicide. Life and death had nothing to do with the evil young master.
“The evil young master did evil, but he didn’t kill anyone. A life for a life. He didn’t kill anyone, so why should he pay with his life?”
After Han Muye finished speaking, the people around him widened their eyes.
“If you don’t kill such evil people, the law is bullsh*t.”
“If it were me, I would kill anyone who dared to look at my Dao companion.”
“If I were in the Central Continent, I would have drawn my sword and killed him long ago.”
For a time, on River Heart Island, there was a commotion on both sides of the river bank.
Han Muye listened quietly without saying a word.
A moment later, the Fire Spirit Dao Sect disciple who asked the question frowned and bowed. “Immortal Han, what does this story have to do with you cultivating for yourself?”
Han Muye nodded, looked at the young man, and said calmly, “What would you do if this happened to you?”
Without hesitation, the young man shouted, “I’ll draw my sword and kill him.”
Han Muye let out a long laugh. “When we cultivate, isn’t it because we have the power to draw our swords?
“When disaster strikes, do we have the power to draw our swords?”
When disaster strikes, do we have the power to draw our swords?
For a moment, countless people held their swords tightly.
“The good and evil in the world are not determined. We cultivate not with the intention to kill, but to have the sword in our hands and the power to draw it.”
Han Muye’s eyes were deep as he shouted, “One day, when you meet this Confucian scholar, are you willing to draw your sword for him?”
“Yes!” Lin Shen replied loudly.
The others nodded lightly.
“One day, when you encounter such an evil person, are you willing to draw your sword and kill him?” Han Muye spoke again.
“Yes!”
This time, more people answered.
“One day, when the world is evil, are you willing to draw your sword and mete out heavenly punishment?” Han Muye shouted.
Draw the sword and mete out heavenly punishment?
Everyone was stunned.
“Didn’t we cultivate for the sake of having indestructible righteousness in our hearts? Didn’t we cultivate for the sake of drawing our swords and killing all the evil in the world?
“If you only cultivate to survive, why would you bullsh*t cultivate if you don’t even dare to pull out the sword in your hand when you encounter injustice?
“Cultivating for yourself, isn’t it so that you can be carefree and become an immortal?
“Could it be that only by cutting off all emotions, enduring all kinds of suffering, and reaching great heights for tens of thousands of years can it be considered cultivation?”
Han Muye shouted, his voice echoing for a hundred miles.
His voice resonated between heaven and earth.
On the clouds, the Golden Core cultivators were silent.
After cultivating for countless years, they had long been disillusioned.
But did they really forget after becoming disillusioned?
On River Heart Island, some people were breathing heavily and clenching their fists. Some people’s eyes flickered, and spiritual qi and sword light rose from their bodies.
Some gritted their teeth, their eyes flashing with uncontrollable hatred. Some looked up with tears in their eyes.
On the river bank, the cultivators who were sitting around became silent.
“I remember that when I first started cultivating, I had a junior sister, Jin’er, who was gentle and pleasant. My fellow disciples liked her.
“I loved her too, but I never dared to express it.”
On the stone cliff by the river bank, a middle-aged Daoist in a green robe raised his head and looked toward the sky.
“Eight years after joining the sect, we completed a sect mission together and met a Spiritual Dao Sect disciple.
“Just because Junior Sister Jin’er was dissatisfied with the Spiritual Dao Sect snatching all the spiritual herbs we needed to complete our mission, she said something.”
The Daoist’s eyes were bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
“A Spiritual Dao Sect’s disciple stabbed Junior Sister Jin’er’s chest with a wind blade.
“Her blood spouted like spring water. I wanted to press my hands on the wound, but I couldn’t.
“I remember Junior Sister whispering to me, asking me to live on.
“I’m alive.
“I’ve lived 380 years.
“I’ve lived like a coward for 380 years!”
Spiritual light rose from the middle-aged Daoist’s body. The soaring sword intent condensed into one. He stared at the sky and shouted.
“Zhou Chenggang of the Spiritual Dao Sect, do you remember the green-robed female cultivator you killed at the foot of Black Conch Mountain 380 years ago?”