Immortal Road.

Chapter 692: Sacrifice one's relatives for the sake of justice and stand tall
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Mr. Bei's eyes were wide open with anger and his pupils were dim.

Qianbu put his mouth close to its ear and whispered:
"Godfather, maybe it's God's will. This scene will come eventually. You are tired."

"ho"

Mr. Bei's throat was filled with a fishy and sweet taste, and blood was gurgling out.

It had never been able to predict that Qianbu had always been respectful to it, and that it had also cared for him and cultivated him with all its strength.

He even taught them all kinds of military formations.

Firstly, it was because this human adopted son was very pleasing to him, and secondly, after taking over the area around Jiuyao Peak, it would be impossible for him to lead the demon clan to stay in the human kingdom for a long time. He would definitely have to go back, so he had to train an agent, preferably a trustworthy confidant!

Once you conquer a territory, you need someone to guard it.

After it leaves, it can still transport resources to the Yuanlu Demon King continuously. This is the real purpose of it bringing troops out this time!
It is equivalent to opening up an extra piece of territory, developing a subordinate of the human kingdom, secretly transfusing blood to the demon clan, helping the Yuanlu Demon King to overcome difficulties, cultivate and develop forces, and make a comeback.

This selection is naturally of utmost importance.

You must have strength, ability, prestige, and be loyal enough.

After several years of investigation and selection, Qianbu was found to be the most suitable, so he was entrusted with the important task.

But it could never have imagined that this guy would actually betray it!
"You forced me to do this. You forced me to do this. I didn't mean to kill you on purpose, but I would die if I didn't kill you."

Qianbu's mental state seemed a little abnormal at this time. He was talking to himself in a daze, as if he was comforting himself.

Because he has long been branded as a traitor and patricide, but what others don't know is that every time he defected, he was forced to do so and had his own reasons!

If possible, he would like to behave himself and not be notorious!

He betrayed the Rong Sect because the situation was already decided and the leader of the Rong Sect was doomed to die, so he had no choice but to join the Kun Sect!
And he betrayed Kun Sect later because he saw that Lin Shan wanted to use him and then abandon him, so he could only secretly collude with the enemy and cooperate with them from inside and outside!

Now he betrayed the Beixian Castle because he saw things he shouldn't have seen and knew Mr. Bei's identity as a demon, so he had no choice but to kill his own brother for the sake of justice!
He was passive in all these things and he was not the one taking the initiative every time. If it were you, what could you do?
Time and life.

There are always things happening that are beyond his control, forcing him to save himself in this way. Who can he blame?

Mr. Bei gave a sad smile, feeling his life gradually fading away and his essence slipping away madly. At the moment of death, he was surprisingly open-minded.

It stretched out its paws with difficulty and stroked Qianbu's head, like a kind father looking at his rebellious child.

"Well, your father does not blame you. You are not a bad person by nature and you have a talent for military formations. Don't give up halfway. Keep going.
I can’t continue teaching you.”

Qianbu's eyes were red and bloodshot at this time, and tears were streaming down his face unconsciously, which made people from the evil world unable to help but be surprised and pale.

Such a heartless and ungrateful person would actually act like such a hypocritical daughter!
It’s unimaginable!
Qianbu knew that over the years, Mr. Bei had been really caring and open-hearted towards him, like a teacher and even more like a father. Although this Bei monster was not a human, he had a sincere heart and did not have the selfishness and insidiousness of humans!
Anyone would feel tormented and tortured if they killed an elder who was so kind to them with their own hands.

But now that things have come to this, there is only one way to go.

He didn't dare to gamble, he had to be responsible for his own life. If a man doesn't care about himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth!
"呲呲~"

The magic weapon was pulled out, blood splattered, and Mr. Bei fell to the ground powerlessly.

When the old wolf was dying, it did not shout or complain. Instead, it lay quietly on the ground with tears flowing from the corners of its eyes.

Memory flashes by, a shooting star falls.

In a trance, he was lying on the ground and saw a handsome and tall figure.

How high-spirited that figure was! With a wave of his sleeve, thousands of soldiers and horses fought for him and were willing to die for him. In the blink of an eye, the enemy was terrified and terrified!
Even though he is defeated over and over again, he keeps fighting. Nothing can make him surrender. The sky cannot block his vision, and the earth cannot bury his footsteps.

He is always full of fighting spirit and vigor. When people see him for the first time, two words will come to their mind:
"hope".

That was the Yuanlu Demon King, who was well-known among the demon clan and was indomitable. Mr. Bei was impressed by his ambition and charm and was willing to serve him wholeheartedly.

It's a pity that he worked so hard and died in a foreign country. In the end, he would never see the day when the Yuanlu Demon King would become the king.

"Sir, I'll wait for you to come back. I've prepared a celebratory drink for you. When the time comes, the two of us will have a good drink until we're drunk!"

For a moment, the figure walked towards it with a smile, and it was hard to tell whether it was an illusion or reality.

It has a vague impression, as if it was the moment of parting that year.

The Yuanlu Demon King held the cup and walked with the girl far beyond the long pavilion, along an ancient road that stretched for thousands of miles, all the way to the border of the Star-Swallowing Mountains.

"There is an agreement between humans and demons that demon kings and above are not allowed to cross the border in their true form. I can only send you here."

There were white clouds in the sky and thousands of horses were silent below. Mr. Bei vaguely remembered that day when he uttered a bold statement, borrowing the famous line from the poem left by the great human race:

"I will go to Quan Tai to recruit my old subordinates, with 100,000 flags, I will kill Yama Luo."

When it returns, it will definitely conquer a vast territory for the Yuanlu Demon King, and a steady stream of resources will be transported into the Star-Swallowing Mountains, becoming the fuel for its comeback.

The parting words had long been forgotten by it, and only echoed in its ears at the moment of death.

"Sir, I will not stop you from going to the human kingdom, but you must remember that humans are complicated and not as simple as our demon race. You must never be open with us. Remember, remember!"

With tearful eyes, it led tens of thousands of demon soldiers to the battle. Just as it was about to reach the dawn, it fell down on the road.

The Yuanlu Demon King gradually turned into a tiny dot and waved at it from a distance:
"Sir, if things are not going well, please go home. I will be waiting for you here."

The sound penetrated the sky, echoed within a radius of hundreds of miles, and shook the white clouds.

In his memory, the last scene will always remain at the moment when the Yuanlu Demon King smiled at him.

Mr. Bei slowly closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"My king, I can no longer accompany you. You will have to walk the road ahead on your own. I believe that one day you will conquer the world and compete for supremacy in the Central Plains!"

“It’s a pity that I can’t see it anymore.”

"do not."

"Goodbye, godfather."

Qianbu covered Mr. Bei's eyes with trembling hands and tears in his eyes, hoping that this elder could die with his eyes closed.

There has never been a person who could be as good to him as this demon, respect him, rely on him as a confidant, and be sincere to him, like a teacher and a father. Yet he died in his own hands!
Killing his loved ones with his own hands touched the soft spot in his heart, but he soon became stronger!

People are like this, whenever there is a big change, they will inevitably transform!

After a long time, I calmed down.

Qianbu stood up, his eyes showing determination, which was the desire to survive and the persistence of his ideals.

In his cognition, he was not wrong, so it was this world that was wrong. Pain and regret would not crush him, but would make him stronger instead of knocking him down!

Taking off the storage magic weapon from Mr. Bei's body, he probed into his spiritual sense and began to search, as if he was looking for something with a purpose.

After a while, a thread-bound ancient book appeared in his hand.

"Guiguzi's Military Formation".

The book begins by explaining the mentality of a general:
"A kind army cannot be commanded, only an army of iron, blood, and heart of copper can be commanded."

It means that people who lead troops to fight cannot be too soft-hearted, but must develop a heart of stone and not be moved by external things. Only then can they keep a clear and calm mind at all times to find flaws and seize opportunities to win.

Guiguzi was a once-famous master of great supernatural powers and the grandmaster of military tactics. He used troops like a god and was invincible. His heritage is the representative of the "military formation school"!
Young Master Jiuyou had coveted this when he was alive.

After Mr. Bei died, the book was inherited by Qianbu. He simply flipped through it, trying to suppress his excitement and impatience.

He turned around and ordered his subordinates to gather all the people outside. Soon, six Jindan-stage cultivators heard the call and walked into the central army tent.

I just came in and immediately saw the opening lightning strike!
Qianbu knelt on the ground with his back to them, saying nothing. On the stage was the corpse of a wolf-like monster, which had been dead for a long time lying on the commander's seat.

"Young Master, what are you doing?"

Everyone was confused and started asking questions.

"I'm guilty."

Qianbu simply said three words, which left everyone confused and they gathered around him to support him.

"I killed my adoptive father. I am a sinner."

"!!!"

The group of people were dumbfounded, their hands halfway extended, and they stopped, not knowing what to do.

They digested this information confusedly and it was hard not to think it was a joke, but Qianbu's serious expression made it seem like he was not joking at all.

Is it
Everyone turned their heads in unison and looked at the demon corpse on the commander's seat, gazing at it over and over for a long time.

"That beast is my foster father."

Qianbu sighed and stood up.

"This, this, this beast, is it the castle lord?"

These Jindan Zhenren opened their eyes wide, their tongues were unresponsive, anyone would be shocked to the point of being crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, it was like a bolt from the blue!

They have been in the Beixian Castle for many years and have followed them to fight on the battlefield for so long. Suddenly, you reveal that the castle lord is a monster. Who can accept this?

But the facts were before their eyes, and Qianbu narrated the entire incident in full, from beginning to end, leaving them no choice but to believe it.

The reason for killing Mr. Bei also changed from his fear of death to his desire to kill his own relatives for the sake of justice!

"My foster father has been very kind to me and treated me like his own son, but humans and demons are on different paths and we are enemies for life."

"Family hatred and national hatred, which is more important, should be prioritized."

"As a human, I discovered that monsters have infiltrated the human cultivation world, occupied territory, plundered resources, and betrayed their own people. How can I just let them go?"

These words are righteous and powerful!

"This"

The Jindan Zhenren looked hesitant and didn't know what to say.

Qianbu raised his head, closed his eyes, and spoke with a bitter tone, filled with loss and melancholy.

"Although it has done me a great favor, in the struggle between races, it violates the rules that have been agreed upon for thousands of years. I can only do it for the sake of justice and do it myself!"

"I think it also understands my difficulties and supports my approach."

"Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyalty will be remembered by history!"

"Foster father, I send you off respectfully. Have a pleasant journey!"

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Everyone looked at each other, at a loss.

They are trying their best to digest this incident and they really can't get over it for a while, after all, it is too shocking!
And, having said that.
If we remember correctly, this is your nth godfather, young master?
Isn't it too weird that every one of them died a miserable death?

I’ve heard of people who are good at “bringing bad luck to their husbands”, but I’ve never heard of people who are good at “bringing bad luck to their fathers”!

Whoever becomes your godfather is truly unlucky and his death is truly unjust!

However, I only dared to think about these in my mind and would not say them out loud. Instead, I had to comfort him verbally.

"Young Master, please accept my condolences. The dead cannot be resurrected. It is not right that the dead monsters cannot be resurrected either. Ahem."

"As the saying goes, righteousness pacifies troubled times, and loyalty stabilizes the country! In troubled times, we need role models like you, the young master, to sweep away the demons and monsters and create a great cause!"

"That's right, Young Master, you killed your own relatives for the sake of justice today. This will surely be remembered for generations to come and become a good story. It will be passed down from mouth to mouth and become a good story in the cultivation world."

"Good kill, wonderful kill! How can the resources of our human race become the nourishment of the demon race? How ridiculous! If it were me, I would risk my life to stop it! Of course, I don't have the strength like you, young master."

"The fort master is dead. We are willing to support the young master to inherit the throne and take the position of the fort master of Beixian Fort. Please take the position immediately!"

"Young Master, please take your seat!"

The shouts of the crowd were so loud that they spread throughout the entire camp in an instant!
The disciples of Beixianbao outside were still busy, rushing to the front one after another to fight, either repairing the equipment for attacking or defending the mountain, or to pick up the wounded soldiers retreating from the front line. When they suddenly heard this voice, they could not help but freeze in place.

In the big tent.

Qianbu declined again and again and waved his hands.

"No, absolutely not!"

"Bu, a mere warrior, came from a humble background, joined in the middle of the process, and is far less experienced than you. How dare you cut in line and take over?"

"To choose a new castle lord, we have to choose from among you, as well as from among the immortals who are fighting with Yueyao Peak in the sky!"

"I am notorious and despised by others. How can I have the face to inherit my adoptive father's position?"

All the Jindan Zhenren shook their heads and gathered forward.

"Young Master, why do you underestimate yourself? With your military talent, who can be better than you? Inheriting the family business of the castle lord is the natural thing for you."

"We are the real subordinates. We are very lucky to be able to follow you and become your loyal subjects. How could we covet the throne of the castle lord and compete with you, young master?"

"The position of the castle lord requires blood, ability, prestige, popularity, and timing. None of them can be missing. It is specially prepared for you now, so how can you throw it away!"

"Besides you, who else is qualified to covet the throne of the castle lord?"

"Young Master, please continue the castle lord's ambition. We will pursue him to the death!"

"Follow me to the death!"

Qianbu was in a dilemma and was so angry that he trembled all over and stamped his feet.

"You. Oh! What can I say about you? You are clearly putting me in a position of disloyalty and injustice!"

"Young Master, you worry too much. God is watching what you do. Bystanders can see clearly what is right and wrong, but those involved are confused."

This group of people are really capable and almost persuaded Qianbu to come back.

But this kid just refused to accept it and kept making excuses, claiming that he was immoral and unrighteous and unworthy of inheriting the throne of Beixian Castle.

Everyone couldn't help but burst into tears and begged on the ground, feeling as if they were being forced into a task.

Finally, after three refusal.

Qianbu still couldn't resist the crowd's "tyranny" and had to sit on the commander's seat reluctantly and announced his ascension to the throne.

The others then breathed a sigh of relief and ended this farce.

Meanwhile, above the sky, the battle between Beixian Fort and Yueyao Peak was drawing to a close.

(End of this chapter)