My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1193 Killing someone involves destroying their spirit and then capturing their soul.

Upon seeing this, a flash of pleasure crossed the Tongtian Sect Leader's eyes. He thought to himself, "Why didn't I just kill you, you old bastard? I left you alive."

On the surface, however, he strode toward Yuanshi Tianzun with a look of "heartache and indignation" on his face. He also took out a crystal-clear jade bottle from his sleeve, which contained a pill that exuded a rich vitality. It was the top-grade pill "Nine Revolutions Rejuvenation Pill", which was specially used to repair damage to one's original source.

He crouched down and handed the jade bottle to Yuanshi Tianzun, his tone full of "concern": "Senior brother! Why are you doing this?"

His voice carried just the right amount of regret, even tinged with a hint of self-reproach: "Junior brother, I never wanted to fight you from the beginning, but you stubbornly insisted on destroying this city and harming all living beings. Look at the state you've ended up in now, your saintly essence damaged—what a waste!"

Yuanshi Tianzun raised his eyes with difficulty, looked at the jade bottle in Tongtian's hand, and glanced at his "heartbroken" expression. A hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, but due to his severe injuries, he did not even have the strength to speak and could only let out a weak gasp.

Seeing this, Tongtian stepped forward and offered the jade bottle again, his tone becoming increasingly earnest: "Senior brother, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but your murderous intent is too strong. Even if you are a saint, you cannot act recklessly. If you do too many things against the heavens and create karma, you will eventually be punished by the heavens."

He paused, deliberately emphasizing the words "divine retribution," and glanced at the lightning marks on Yuanshi's body. "You were spared this time, which is already a blessing from Heaven. From now on, you must cultivate your mind and character and not be so stubborn."

These words, seemingly out of concern, actually struck at Yuanshi Tianzun's sore spots, mocking his crushing defeat and implying that he was "punished for defying Heaven." Yuanshi Tianzun was so angry that he trembled all over, but he didn't even have the strength to refute them. He could only watch helplessly as Tongtian Jiaozhu put on this "hypocritical" act.

Tongtian Junior Brother wasn't like this before. He was so innocent and simple-minded that even Yuanshi Tianzun could guess the color of his poop just by looking at him.

Otherwise, the Tongtian Sect Leader wouldn't have been led around like a cow during the Investiture of the Gods, and in a daze, he would have ruined the Jie Sect's millennia-old foundation, squandering a winning hand and ending up as the biggest loser.

Seven hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye in the long lifespan of a saint. The changes in the Tongtian Sect Leader are remarkable. It is as if he has experienced thousands of trials in the mortal world. His cultivation has not increased much, but his emotional intelligence has skyrocketed.

Little did Yuanshi Tianzun know that this was what was meant by "Even if you have no knowledge, you should still have some insight; even if you have no insight, you should still watch more television." Tongtian Jiaozhu had watched television for over two hundred years. With the energy and learning ability of a sage, he absorbed all the information available online in the mortal realm like a sponge.

Over the years, his other skills haven't improved, but his acting has become more sophisticated and cunning. He's no longer the adorable, clumsy junior brother that Yuanshi Tianzun remembers.

Wen Rui stood aside, taking in the whole scene, and couldn't help but find it amusing—these two saints, even in this state, still couldn't resist open and covert struggles.

He didn't step forward to interrupt, but silently circulated the remaining energy in his body to repair his injuries, while his gaze was fixed on the nano-light screen in the distance.

At this moment, all beings in the Three Realms were watching all of this through the light screen—seeing the Primordial Heavenly Venerable fall to the ground wounded, and seeing the Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect disintegrate in his physical body, there was a brief silence, followed by a deafening cheer.

In the temporary shelter in Jambudvipa, the citizens of Free City embraced and wept. Old Man Li wiped away his tears, pointed at the Primordial Celestial Venerable in the light screen, and said in a choked but powerful voice: "Evil has its retribution! This is the consequence of him destroying our home!"

In the mountain village school in Xiniu Hezhou, Ya Ya and the children cheered and jumped for joy, holding up pencils and shouting in their childish voices, "Wen Rui Tianzun won!"

In the Crystal Palace of the East Sea Dragon King, Ao Guang ordered a three-day banquet to celebrate the victory.

Even in the demon realm, the Asura King and Rakshasa King held grand banquets and celebrations in their palaces. As for why the demons were so happy, on the one hand, they were part of the evil faction, and they were happy to see the so-called righteous path, whether it was Western Buddhism or the Eastern Chan Sect, these pseudo-orthodox immortals, suffer misfortune.

The Jie Sect, represented by Wen Rui, is truly impossible to define as either righteous or evil; its inclusiveness is simply too great.

When Western Sect and Chan Sect disciples encounter demons, they don't give them a chance to communicate. They either shout "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!" or "You wicked beast!" The Jie Sect disciples, on the other hand, say "Brother, you're here?" or "Want to know about a bone-breaking discount?"

Within the territory of the Jie Sect, as long as you abide by the rules of the Jie Sect—that is, the law—you will never suffer any injustice because of your origin or race.

Among the three realms, the Earth Realm is even more barren than the West. Apart from minerals, everything is scarce. In recent years, the merchant ships of the Chamber of Commerce have been traveling between the mortal realm and the Earth Realm through smuggling channels, which has directly raised the quality of life of various demon races by several levels.

The demons even discovered that the resources they had fought so hard for, costing countless lives, were not even enough to fill two large ships belonging to the merchant guild. It would be much more profitable to mine more minerals and sell them to the merchant guild than to fight.

If Wen Rui is defeated and killed, then the Chamber of Commerce will undoubtedly perish as well, and the region will return to its previous miserable existence. Even a fool would know who to support.

Supporting the Western Religion is misguided; the Western Religion only wants to use the so-called "conversion" as a pretext to take in the demons and make them their dogs.

I support the Chan Sect, which has always believed that only dead demons are good demons.

The Three Realms are so vast that even the demon race of the mortal realm supports Wen Rui as a whole; this is what truly means by "all beings returning to their hearts."

Long-suppressed emotions were completely released in the hearts of all beings in the Three Realms. Hatred for the Chan Sect and regret for the Free City were transformed into joy for victory, which spread to every corner of the Three Realms.

The sun still shines warmly on the ruins of Liberty City.

The Tongtian Sect Leader looked at the Primordial Heavenly Venerable with "concern," but never handed the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill to him.

Wen Rui leaned against the stone pillar, quietly regulating his breathing. His gaze swept over the cheering light screen, his heart filled with anticipation for the future. Meanwhile, Yuanshi Tianzun, lying on the ground, stared intently at Tongtian Jiaozhu's back, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness, seemingly plotting something.

Just then, Wen Rui's gaze suddenly fell on the primordial spirits of the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect floating in the air—the primordial spirits of Guang Chengzi, Huanglong Zhenren, Yuding Zhenren, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, Daoxing Zhenjun, and others were still drifting aimlessly, their semi-transparent bodies emitting a faint spiritual light, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes as he quietly took out a palm-sized black banner from his bosom. The banner was embroidered with six blood-red lines, and faint sounds of souls howling could be heard emanating from it. It was the youth version of the "Six Soul Banner" that he had crafted based on ancient texts of the Jie Sect.

This banner can capture people's souls and refine their primordial spirit. Chi Jingzi's remnant soul is still waiting for his fellow disciples to reunite with him on the banner. It's good for the whole family to be together.

If we could absorb the primordial spirits of these Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, we could weaken the Chan Sect's strength and use them for our own purposes. It would be a win-win situation.

(End of this chapter)