No demons in all realms

Chapter 21 The Murder Pact

Why did you decide to come find me?

Qian Jiuri turned around to face Su Yang.

His gaze fell on Su Yang's bandaged eyes, swept over his young yet overly composed face, and then settled on his thin frame and calloused hands.

"Old Jin said, only you can help me."

"Uncle Jin?" Su Yang was taken aback.

"Yes, it's that celestial realm demon. Old Jin said your identity is extraordinary." Qian Jiuri's voice carried an indescribable emotion, like someone grasping at the last straw, knowing it couldn't save their life, yet still holding on tightly. "He said only you can kill Xu Ritian."

Su Yang remained silent for a long time. He wasn't hesitating; he was thinking about how to answer.

He was blind, his meridians were all severed, and his cultivation was completely ruined. The little bit of righteous energy in his body was at most equivalent to the Core Formation Realm. Let alone killing a True Immortal Peak Demon Cultivator, he could barely hold off the bully in the shop.

But he couldn't bring himself to refuse; he couldn't utter the word "no."

A man watched helplessly as his entire clan was slaughtered, his wife and children were torn apart, and his brothers were driven mad. He fled from the upper realm to the lower realm, hiding for many years, until he finally found a blind scholar who said that only he could help him.

This sounds like a joke, but Qian Jiuri's tone doesn't sound like he's telling a joke.

He didn't even show much hope; his voice was more of a numb statement, like someone who had reached a dead end, tried everything, and was now trying his luck as a last resort.

"What makes you think I can kill him?" Su Yang asked.

Qian Jiuri said, "Old Jin said that you are a descendant of the Demon King and came to the mortal realm for some unknown reason. In addition, you received the blessing of the God of Literature."

Su Yang was stunned for a moment.

Blessed by the God of Literature, a descendant of the Demon King.

He recalled the inexplicable surge of emotion he felt when he read Mencius in Qingniu Village. A righteous spirit, growing from nothing to something, from weak to strong, sprouted into a towering tree within the body of a blind scholar.

He always thought it was something he learned from reading.

Looking back now, there are plenty of people who read books, and many who have spent their whole lives reading. Why was it that he alone cultivated such a strong sense of righteousness?

As for the descendants of the Demon King, that's all in the past; he doesn't even have demon blood anymore.

"What is the Wenquxing?" Su Yang simply skipped over the topic of the demon king's descendant.

Qian Jiuri glanced at him, seemingly surprised that he would ask such a question.

"The stars in the sky govern the literary fortune of the world. Legend has it that every thousand years, the star of literature will choose a disciple on earth and bestow upon him the purest and most righteous spirit, so that everyone in the world can have access to books."

Su Yang took a moment to process the news.

"So you think that because I have the blessing of the God of Literature, I can kill a demonic cultivator at the peak of the True Immortal realm?"

Qian Jiuri did not answer.

Su Yang himself wanted to laugh. Let alone a peak True Immortal, he couldn't even beat a Qi Transformation Realm cultivator.

"Then you've come to the wrong person," Su Yang said calmly.

"I don't expect you to help me right now." Qian Jiuri's tone was very calm. "Old Jin said that you still have a long way to go, but only the path you take can get you there."

Su Yang didn't reply. Thinking about how his bottleneck had just loosened, he sighed helplessly, "What you sow today will bear fruit tomorrow. I'll help you when I'm able."

"Thank you!" Qian Jiuri bowed in gratitude.

"I'm leaving." Qian Jiuri walked to the window, put one foot on the windowsill, and suddenly stopped. "I shouldn't have said those things about you during the day."

Su Yang shook his head, indicating that it was alright.

"You're telling the truth, I really am blind." He paused, "but I don't agree with your claim that the words of sages are nonsense."

Qian Jiuri turned around and glanced at him.

Su Yang remained seated on the edge of the bed, his back ramrod straight, his face, covered by gauze, turned toward Qian Jiuri, his expression as calm as still water.

But when he said that, there was a force in his voice, a force that made people dare not underestimate him.

"I don't know what use reading the words of sages is," Su Yang said, "but at least it helps me distinguish right from wrong. I know you were right to kill that bully, and the logic is on my side, but the way you killed him was wrong, and that logic is also on my side."

"He deserves to die for bullying people, but before you kill him, you have to let him know why he deserves to die. Otherwise, even if you kill him with one blow, he won't know what he did wrong, and he'll be the same kind of person in his next life."

Qian Jiuri stood on the windowsill, his white clothes fluttering in the wind.

Looking at the blind man with a weathered face, he suddenly remembered his former self, when he also believed in these things.

Believe in reason, believe in rules, believe in the clear justice of Heaven and the infallible retribution.

But later, everything he believed in was destroyed.

"The thing you believe in," Qian Jiuri's voice came from the wind, "I hope it doesn't break, hahahahahaha." After saying that, he leaped up and disappeared into the night.

Only after confirming that the person had truly left did Su Yang relax his tense expression and let out a long sigh of relief.

"What? A mere Tribulation Transcending Realm cultivator has scared you like this?" A familiar voice rang out from the window.

"I'm impressed, Uncle Jin, how do you always manage to do things so stealthily?" Su Yang was clearly startled.

"You want to help him?"

"Yes, he helped me break through the bottleneck. I'll help him again when I'm able, as a way of repaying a debt of karma."

"Hey kid, you're starting to talk about cause and effect now."

"Why did you send him to me? Do you really think a blind mortal like me can kill an immortal?"

"I want him to be your protector. I'm about to ascend to the upper realm, and I'm afraid you won't even have a backer in the lower realm."

"So it's wise of me to agree?" Su Yang said irritably.

"Besides, you can indeed help him. After you ascend to immortality, come to the demon realm to find me. You are the prince of the demon king, and any guard in your household can handle this matter."

It's a pity Su Yang is blind, otherwise I really wanted to roll my eyes at him.

Uncle Jin looked at Su Yang, patted his head, and his tone softened considerably, "Child, I've come to say goodbye to you."

Are you leaving?

"Yes, I can sense that you're about to undergo the Heavenly Tribulation to become a True Immortal. Once I've passed through the tribulation, I'll ascend to the Upper Realm, and then no one will be there to protect you."

"I will walk my own path, and I know how to walk it." Su Yang's voice trembled slightly.

Uncle Jin resumed his previous lazy tone and said, "I'll wait for you in the upper realm. If you encounter someone you can't beat in the lower realm, just run away. There's no shame in that."

Since being sealed away, he had no relatives or friends, and had long regarded this little blind boy as his own family. To be honest, he couldn't bear to part with this kind child.

Su Yang spoke to Uncle Jin in the tone he used when he was a child: "You old bastard, you can't say anything nice. How could a genius like me be chased and beaten?"

"Hahahaha, good lad!" Uncle Jin laughed so unrestrainedly for the first time, tiny, glistening pearls clinging to the corners of his eyes. "Let's go!"

"Uncle Jin!" Su Yang shouted loudly to the surrounding area.

"What's wrong?"

Take care on your journey...