Disciple Died Yet Again (1-199)

Chapter 117: Goodbye, Master

"You can't say it, is that it?" Zhu Yao clenched her hands. "I'm not heading up."

Yu Yan's expression sank. "Stop with the nonsense!"

"I do not wish to be a runaway troop." She had already known about the bug. If there really was a great tribulation or whatever, then let it come.

She had been in this world for so many years. Although she still had attachments to her former world, the knot on this side was growing tighter as well. Sesame. Little radish. Zi Mo. Zi Dan. Feng Yi. Ancient Hill Sect. And the Azureflight Sect which she had established with her very own hands. Actually, she had long treated these people as her own family. However, now that she was clearly aware of a dangerous problem, if she were to flee on her own, would she still be human?

Zhu Yao smiled. "In any case, I can't die. The person you have to least worry about is me."

After her death, she could still hold expectations for her next resurrection. But what about the others? Even if she really was unable to stop the bug, she still had to warn those people, right?

"Yu Yao. You should know that the path of cultivation had always been like this." Yu Yan sighed. "The Great Dao is merciless, and the path of cultivation is a heaven-defying matter in the first place. I'm very aware of your personality, but you're unable to save everyone. The strong eats the weak, this has always been the rule of this world. The strong will be revered, and what happens to the rest are merely part of their fortune and fate. You will definitely be harmed by your own kindness one day."

Had she not already forked out too big of a price for not enduring in specific moments? Using the example of Xiao Yi back then, clearly she could have chopped off the root of the problem at the very beginning, yet, because of her kind thoughts, she had forgiven him several times. In the end, however, she brought such an ending to herself. Although she had forgotten about that incident, she would one day remember it. On that day, her cry was filled with such sadness, and her regrets were so intense. He really could not bear to see her walk on the same path once again.

"Master, you people have always spoken about how the Great Dao is merciless, and how the heavenly laws are unnatural. However, who has ever actually seen these so-called heavenly laws?" She knew of all these logics. Ever since she came into this world, the phrase she had heard the most was 'the strong will be revered'. "Had anyone actually asked the heavens, and obtain an exact answer? In this world, the weak is eaten by the strong. If you don't wish to be killed, you have to take the initiative to kill instead. Just who came up with this ideology and told everyone? Was it the so-called heavens?"

Zhu Yao lightly smiled. "No, that's not it. The heavens had never told the people to be merciless, to pursue authority, and to be brutal. Yet, everyone seems to have taken it as the norm. If you're not strong, you will be beaten. Killing, and being killed. These things are happening every day. It will be fine as long as you're strong. It's fine as long as you have sufficient capabilities. As long you're strong enough, killing a weakling doesn't seem to be a big matter at all. Hence, everyone will be tangled by hatred and vengeance. They fight against each other. They kill, loot their treasures, and rob off their resources. Are these really correct? In order to become strong, people will use every underhanded means possible, even to the extent of destroying their humanity."

Xiao Yi would be a fine example. He clearly possessed peak-level qualifications, and had a heaven-defying fortune. Even if he were to cultivate using regular methods, he could have completely relied on his own strength to achieve the Great Dao and ascend. Yet, he simply could not be satisfied. If he had something good, he would wish to have something better. Hence, when he had the Metal Spirit, he even wanted the Water Spirit, and the Wood Spirit. And, without even clearing up the truth of the matter, he laid his hands on her. He did not even take into the account of the kindness she had displayed from the numerous times she saved him. No, in the depths of his heart, the word 'kindness' no longer existed. Only the obsession of becoming strong remained.