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Just as easily as one might pluck a leaf from the roadside, Gu Ping took out a handkerchief from the Soul Ring and wiped the blood off his right leg. He then headed towards Shandong, completely ignoring their astonished gazes.
Chen Huagen was oblivious to what had happened; Sun Zheng had collapsed, and Gu Ping's resistance had been utterly ineffective. It was chilling to think that just two months ago, Gu Ping had struggled against the senior disciples in the library using various schemes, but now he was overpowering those who usually held themselves high as True Disciples.
With that terrifying killing intent, everyone could clearly see that Sun Zheng lay on the ground without any visible wounds. Yet Gu Ping was covered in blood, with some flesh torn apart, suggesting that a heart had been crushed. The bizarre technique he used seemed to evoke memories of Demonic Cultivators.
Some timid little girl disciples were so frightened they fell to the ground, muttering "I don't deny" repeatedly, whispering about demons and devils.
Mu Yu covered her mouth with her hand. At the beginning of the hunt, when Gu Ping had come to rescue her during his battle with the Robe-Wearing Monk, he had used that same technique. She hadn’t realized how terrifying it was at the time, but now she witnessed its full power.
That technique completely ignored a cultivator's spiritual defenses and their strong physical bodies, targeting their weaknesses directly. Unless one reached the Transcendence Stage or became a Great Master, it seemed impossible for anyone to escape death.
But why was Gu Ping so impulsive? Mu Yu couldn’t understand him. It was as if he visited the library every day; she had seen him reading books on Light Path and Worldly Affairs, including biographies of notable figures. Initially, she thought Gu Ping was investigating matters related to the Light Path, but she always felt there was more to him than met the eye.
Sometimes, Gu Ping appeared like a scholar who preferred solitude for academic pursuits or studying history. Yet when it came to battle, he transformed into a wild beast breaking free from its cage, intent on tearing apart any enemy that stood in his way.
However, Gu Ping was never reckless. There must have been a reason behind his actions; surely he had his own goals in mind. As these thoughts crossed her mind, Mu Yu unconsciously followed him.
Eventually, she was surprised to find that Gu Ping did not return to the library or his residence but headed straight for the Law Enforcement Hall.
Sighing, Azure Sky Junior Disciple thought to herself: "Doesn't Tian Zai find cultivation boring? I don’t deny it. My senior brother goes out to play; not far from there is Cave Heaven Market where Lingyuan Pavilion is located. With fine wine and beautiful companions around, it’s certainly more enjoyable than being stuck with those lifeless things."
A plump figure dressed in an extravagant Dao robe spoke up among the Disciples of the Academy. His face jiggled with fat as if he were about to drop something from Dong Lai. He held a chicken leg in one hand and looked quite satisfied with himself.
The disciple, who had been silent, kept his head down, quietly sitting on the ground with a piece of Jade Token in front of him, absorbed in his cultivation. He resembled a statue; if one did not look closely, they would hardly notice there was a person there. It was as if he had merged with the surrounding environment.
In the Mok Ming Academy's Ancestral Hall, the tokens of all disciples, teachers, elders, and even the Life Tokens of their master were displayed. The senior brother might dismiss these as useless objects, but for the junior brother, they represented responsibility and the pursuit of enlightenment.
Was it worth spending a lifetime fixated on these tokens, yearning to know what fascinating things existed in the outside world? The Fat Senior Brother continued to tempt the Thin Junior Disciple to explore beyond the grand hall.
"Form is emptiness," he quoted from Buddhist teachings, believing there was little of interest outside. If life were merely about seeking amusement, then some people might as well have died long ago.
"What’s the point of living an uninteresting life? It would be better to just die," he concluded.
The two began a verbal duel, neither willing to back down. The Fat Senior Brother insisted that the outside world held excitement worth experiencing, while the Thin Junior Disciple remained steadfast in his belief that persistence was key to his path. His duty was to guard those Life Tokens until his death or until the academy no longer required him to protect those Jade Tokens. As for what lay beyond or whether life held any meaning, it mattered little to him; leaving held no significance.
As they debated fiercely, a sudden crack interrupted them. Among the row of Jade Tokens belonging to the academy's one hundred and tenth generation disciples, one green Jade Token shattered. This signified that its owner had fallen.
The Fat Senior Brother ceased his attempts to sway the Thin Junior Disciple and began munching on a chicken leg before departing. The Thin Junior Disciple quickly retrieved the broken Jade Token and hurried toward the Law Enforcement Hall. It was his responsibility to uncover the cause of every disciple's death so their souls could peacefully reincarnate.
The Law Enforcement Hall stood solemnly before Yin Wind Ravine Mountain. A chilling breeze swept through, carrying an ominous feeling; even under the bright midday sun, one could feel its biting cold. The Yin Wind Gorge was notorious for punishing errant disciples; any cultivator within its confines could not cultivate due to the mingling of Spiritual Energy with the chilling winds.
If one inadvertently inhaled this external wind, they would suffer from Yin Wind disease, experiencing excruciating pain in damp weather—something even cultivators found unbearable. Only a few rare medicines could cleanse this wind from a cultivator's body.
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