si-mexico Chapter 467 Surrender
Chapter 467 Surrender
Xuanyin Sect, this devil's den entrenched deep in the Yin Mountains, is essentially a furnace that uses flesh, blood, and souls as firewood and human conscience as fuel.
The hierarchy is as strict as an iron curtain. The superiors regard the inferiors as ants and consumable materials, and often beat, kill and devour them to nourish their own magic power. They exploit them layer by layer and are cruel and ruthless.
In order to mass-produce qualified, ruthless minions of evil cultivators, the sect pursues the most naked method of "raising Gu" - throwing the disciples who were abducted or fell into the devil's way for various reasons into the same huge "Gu pot".
Here, resources are limited and the chance to survive must be exchanged for the blood of others.
The sect encourages informing, betrayal, and the law of the jungle.
The daily "homework" may be fighting each other, with the winner grabbing the loser's meager cultivation or even blood essence; or it may be being sent to perform a mission that means death, using life to exchange for the materials or intelligence needed by the higher-ups.
Kindness is a death warrant, compassion is a weakness, and any remaining brilliance of humanity will be regarded as heresy, ostracized by fellow disciples, suppressed by the upper class, and even used as a sacrifice for "purification."
In this twisted environment, people with a conscience feel like they are walking on a barbed blade. Just maintaining the minimum level of "being alive" has exhausted all their energy and they are always facing the fate of being swallowed up and sacrificed.
Climbing up? That is a bloody road that requires completely destroying one's humanity and becoming a true devil.
Ah Qi is one of the people who struggled to survive in this purgatory but was never able to sink completely.
His thin body was covered with scars, old and new. They were marks of whipping, evidence of fighting, and the price he paid for his "inappropriate" weakness.
He had seen too many fellow disciples stabbing each other in the back for a few low-grade magic stones, seen poor people being sucked dry and discarded as "furnaces", and even more saw how terrifying those "successful" people were who had completely lost their humanity and turned into killing machines.
The faint desire for sunshine and "people" deep in his heart was like a candle in the wind, flickering but never completely extinguished.
When that figure descended like a sudden goose, and nailed the demon cultivator who pounced on him to death with one sword, and when the words "live with dignity" exploded like thunder in his chaotic and desperate heart, Ah Qi felt that the blood in his body was boiling in an instant!
It wasn't the coldness of fear, but the scorching heat of a long drought, like a refreshing rain! A flame called "hope" fiercely burned his dying heart.
He looked at Lu Wensheng's back as he cleared a path and cleansed the filth in the chaotic demonic tide, and at the righteous cultivators who came after him, emitting awe-inspiring righteousness and unparalleled power like divine soldiers and generals, and at those usually high-handed and ferocious demon leaders fleeing in panic under the sword light... All this not only did not scare him, but instead made him feel an unprecedented sense of relief and relief!
He knew this was his only chance! It was his last hope to escape this endless purgatory and grasp that glimmer of light!
He used up all his strength, ignoring the pain in his throat that was tearing from the excitement and long-term repression, and shouted the loudest and most resolute cry of his life towards Lu Wensheng, towards the group of people who represented order and light:
"I am willing to surrender! I will accept your punishment! I beg for a way to live!"
The voice was hoarse, but it had a penetrating power that could penetrate the chaotic battlefield, like a dying cuckoo crying out its last drop of blood, uttering a weeping cry; or like a drowning person using his last bit of strength to reach out to the shore in a desperate attempt before being drowned!
He placed his broken fate, all his trust and slim hopes unreservedly and resolutely on the figure he had only met once, but who dispelled the haze in his heart like the scorching sun!
He believed it! He had to believe it!
Believe in this righteous leader who can say "I am living an upright life" in the devil's lair!
Believe in this leader who is respected as "Fu Guang" and is rising like the sun to illuminate the darkness!
Believe in the power and commitment contained in his clear eyes!
He bet everything, betting that Lu Wensheng was not one of those devils who spoke sweet words but had a vicious heart, and betting that under the glory of righteousness, there was still a glimmer of hope for people like him who were full of filth but had a heart towards light!
So what if I’m a prisoner of the righteous path?
Even if my cultivation is destroyed, even if I am imprisoned for life, even if I have to endure any form of punishment to atone for the sin I was forced to commit!
It's better, better than continuing to be a walking corpse in this devil's cave, becoming a stepping stone for fellow disciples to advance, becoming the "material" for elders to practice, becoming the "consumables" for the activation of formations, and finally rotting silently in this hopeless soil, without even the soul being able to rest in peace!
Lu Wensheng had let Ah Qi go at the beginning.
The long sword, as clear as autumn water, just tilted its tip slightly when Ah Qi closed his eyes in fear and stretched out his neck to be killed. With a biting chill, it accurately brushed past a strand of dry and yellow hair on the side of his neck and nailed into the stone pillar behind him, making a buzzing sound of "clang". The sword energy was so strong that it hurt his eardrums.
The expected severe pain did not come.
Ah Qi suddenly opened his eyes and met Lu Wensheng's eyes, which were calm but seemed to contain some kind of power.
There is no contempt, no pity, only an insight into the struggle and filth, and the faint but real desire to be "born human".
That look seemed to say: I see your choice.
This silent pardon, like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil, instantly exploded on the chaotic battlefield!
Those demon cultivators who were still fleeing frantically, hesitating, or being forced into a corner by the fierce attacks of the disciples, fixed their eyes on Ah Qi.
What did they see? !
Ah Qi, who was usually as cowardly as a mouse, regarded as a waste, and not even qualified to be a "blood food", was now standing there trembling, with no new fatal wounds on his body.
And that "Fuguang Jun," who was like a demon descending from the earth and whose sword left no one alive, actually let him go! He didn't destroy his cultivation, didn't kill him on the spot, and even moved the deadly sword away!
"He... he didn't kill Ah Qi?!" A demon cultivator with blood all over his face, who was being forced to retreat repeatedly by Ji Yanli's sword light, screamed in shock, his voice distorted by the huge impact.
"A way to survive... Is there really a way to survive?!" Another demon cultivator who was almost paralyzed by Qin Xiao's powerful aura, his eyes burst with incredible ecstasy.
"Surrender! I surrender too! I will accept any punishment! I only ask for a way to survive!" Like a lit fuse, the first demon cultivator who reacted suddenly threw away the weapon in his hand, slammed his knees heavily on the ground covered with blood and gravel, shouted at the top of his lungs in the direction of Lu Wensheng, and buried his head deeply.
"I surrender too! No more fighting! No more fighting!" Someone followed closely behind, threw away the spirit-calling banner, raised his hands above his head, and made a gesture of completely giving up resistance.
"Master, please have mercy! We are willing to accept any punishment!" More voices joined in, with crying voices and the last glimmer of hope in despair.
In an instant, cries of surrender spread like a plague among the defeated demonic tide.
Those stubborn elements who had been resisting the disciples' fierce attack had their defenses completely broken down when they saw this scene.
The will to resist was instantly destroyed like a sand castle, and the magic weapons in their hands fell to the ground with "clang" and "plop".
Some of them knelt, some collapsed, and some raised their hands, vying with each other to express their willingness to surrender, just hoping to get the slim but real chance of "living" like Ah Qi.