Chapter 503
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Chapter 503: Retribution Will Be Served
Bai Wei almost believed the nonsense.
Just a tiny bit short.
He took a casual step forward, causing the Yin and Yang Master to stagger back three paces in fear.
“I’m considering giving you a gift,” Bai Wei said, his tone calm and casual, as though speaking to an old friend.
Master Ronghua’s thoughts churned. “No need to be so polite,” he mused bitterly. “Your early departure would be the greatest gift for me.”
“I’ll give you… despair. How about that?” Bai Wei’s words were like a blade.
Master Ronghua felt his heart go cold. Desperation crept in as he gritted his teeth. “Do you really want to kill me? For these monsters… would you kill me, a fellow human?”
Bai Wei tilted his head. “You seem to have a high opinion of yourself. When exactly have your actions ever been humane?”
He took another step forward.
“Identity doesn’t come solely from bloodline,” Bai Wei began, his voice steady yet heavy. “Bloodline is just an anchor for identity—a tether to one’s place in the world. But identity? That is defined by actions, by choices.”
“Some embrace their identity. Others, dissatisfied, reject it. And then there are those who climb, clawing their way upward, abandoning everything they deem burdensome. But that struggle—climbing with burdens—is the essence of living. It’s painful, yes, but beautiful.”
His tone sharpened. “Then there are people like you, who throw away what matters most—goodness, morality, dignity—just to satisfy insatiable desires. Your actions have turned you into something less than human, and yet you demand to be treated as one?”
Bai Wei’s words were relentless.
“When someone abandons what makes them human, they forfeit the right to be treated as one. And when such a person stands before me, demanding dignity… I find it laughable. Pitiful. Tragic.”
Master Ronghua’s face twisted with desperation, but Bai Wei pressed on, his voice colder.
“Look at the chaos you’ve caused—the lives you’ve destroyed. Hundreds of thousands of souls in Qingyang City perished without judgment, without peace. You claim humanity, but your actions mock it. If I let you continue living, you’d create more hells like Qingyang City.
“No. Retribution will be served.”
The words struck like hammers, leaving no room for argument.
Master Ronghua stammered, grasping for anything to trade. “You can’t kill me! I know secrets—secrets about the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom. I’ve been to their palace! I could teach you the mysteries of Yin and Yang techniques!”
Bai Wei raised a hand, silencing him with a simple gesture.
“Shh… Please remain quiet during your trial.”
He turned his back and began to walk away.
Master Ronghua felt a fleeting sense of relief, but it was short-lived. With a mere wave of Bai Wei’s hand, the fragile Yin-Yang formation shattered.
A sharp crack echoed, and the spiritual barrier protecting the area disintegrated.
Above Qingyang City, the spirit of Bi Fang, sensing its release, spread its wings. Flames of fury erupted, painting the night sky in blinding blue. The palace and the Lotus Pond were engulfed in a second inferno, shaking the earth.
Master Ronghua, cornered and powerless, stared into the flames. Memories of a distant past surfaced—an old man’s voice, faint and trembling: “Revive the Yin-Yang family.”
A single tear slid down his cheek as the fire consumed him. “Have I disappointed you?”
The flames didn’t answer. They simply erased him—body, soul, and all remnants of his existence.
Nalan Qingshu leaned against Bai Wei’s back, watching the burning ruins of Qingyang City.
She whispered, “Is this how it ends? What will happen to the souls left behind?”
Bai Wei walked steadily, his tone indifferent. “They have nowhere to go. Perhaps, over time, their resentment will fade, and they’ll reenter the cycle of reincarnation. But nothing is certain.”
The central street was filled with wandering souls, their hollow eyes silently following Nalan Qingshu. The bricks beneath her feet felt warm, almost hot, as if the ground itself mourned.
Bai Wei paused at the city gate. “If you want to say goodbye to your father, now’s the time.”
Nalan Qingshu closed her eyes, shaking her head. “No. Seeing him once was enough. In his eyes, I probably died long ago.”
“You’ve let go, then?” Bai Wei asked, his voice softening.
“Maybe,” she murmured. “Maybe it’s because I almost died myself. I’ve started to let go of the past.”
“Then what’s next? A quiet life at home?”
“No,” she replied firmly. “I still want to restore the country. The truth about Qingyang City is just one piece of a larger puzzle. I need to uncover the rest, and to do that, I must press forward.”
Bai Wei nodded. “I’ll keep my promise to protect you. But what you’ve witnessed here… keep it to yourself. Tell no one.”
“Not even Chao Lu?”
“Not even Chao Lu.”
Nalan Qingshu smiled faintly. “Understood.”
As they walked away from the burning city, the lost souls parted silently, their empty gazes lingering long after the pair disappeared into the night.
