These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

The breath spreads.

The explosion was accompanied by bloodshed.

The air was filled with the scent of baijiu, which also obscured Wei Tu's figure... PS: I drank so much baijiu at noon that I'm almost out of it. I haven't had baijiu in a long time. Sigh, if it weren't for the guests, I would have given up.

105 A Man Should Not Look Down on a Young Man (Part 1)

The ground was covered in blood.

The entire arena was now covered in a strange light.

The audience could no longer see what was happening on the stage; it was as if a fog had rolled in.

But had they ever seen such a blood-red fog?

It couldn't be dispelled, and what was even stranger was that the blood-red mist only enveloped the arena, without spreading to the area below.

Yuan Jiacao frowned.

"What's going on? Magic? I've never heard of the Immortal Seeking Palace having such a secret technique..."

Murong Yuantai looked over from afar and asked, "Do you really think this is a technique that an ordinary cultivator could use?"

Yuan Jiacao retorted, "Otherwise what? Even so, those two aren't ordinary cultivators, are they? What are you trying to say?"

Murong Yuantai hesitated before speaking, "I think this kind of method... could be defined as..."

Yuan Jiacao shook his head. "It's too early to say that. In essence, all techniques and methods are neither good nor bad. For example, some secret techniques initially used for sacrifices originated because some dying people infected with the plague wanted to refine their own bodies to prevent the plague from spreading. However, they were later exploited by malicious individuals who began using perfectly healthy living people for sacrifice, leading to another extreme. So we can't just look at whether a technique or a method is good or bad; we have to see what it's meant to do. We can't make hasty judgments now."

"But...who is it? Why are you pushing and shoving? You stepped on my foot!"

Murong Yuantai hesitated.

Just then, someone squeezed through the crowd. The two looked over and saw that it was Miao Miao from Tianyi Water Pavilion, nervously peering over at them.

"What will Young Master Wei do?"

Yuan Jiacao thought for a moment, then chuckled to himself.

"When did it become our turn to worry about him? Aren't we all his defeated opponents?"

"That's true... Besides, Sect Master Huangshang hasn't even made a move yet."

Huang Shang, who was high up, did not make a move. Although he stood there gazing at the arena below, he did not feel the urge to attack.

As for what exactly is happening inside...

Jiang Ying had almost gotten up, but Mu Xitong held the girl's hand firmly.

Surprisingly, the girl, who usually possesses incredible strength, now seems unable to break free from Mu Xitong's grasp.

The girl turned her head to look at Mu Xitong, her eyes filled with a coldness that seemed capable of piercing anyone and causing them pain.

However, Mu Xitong stared intently at Jiang Ying.

"He'll be fine. If you act rashly, he'll fail because of you. Is that what you want to see?"

The girl finally sat down.

Mu Xitong pressed down on Jiang Ying's cold hand, looking at the blood-red mist.

Others may not be able to see it clearly, but she can see it perfectly.

Within this blood mist, the boy, dressed entirely in crimson, seemed trapped in a quagmire, unable to extricate himself.

"This is... what you meant by 'the right place'?"

Wei Tu looked at the ground beneath his feet, which could hardly be called land; it was more like a mud pit.

The surroundings were all blood red, and there was even a strong smell of blood, making one feel as if they were inside a corpse, creating such an illusion.

Looking down, one can clearly see countless blood streaks climbing up from the ground amidst the crimson stains, seemingly trying to bind one tightly like vines.

Qin Zipei, standing before him, was gripping a sword, her face pale.

No more blood seeped from his body; he simply stood there, his left sleeve torn and tattered.

Wei Tu could clearly see a cut on his left arm... no, it should be an eye.

This eye looks so alluring, even eerie, that anyone stared at by it should feel a chill run down their spine.

His skin was so pale that you could hardly feel any blood flowing.

Qin Zipei looked at Wei Tu with an unexpectedly calm expression.

There was no fanaticism, no obsession, and none of the ambition and conspiracy that a villain should fully reveal when they finally get to the bottom of things.

"You will die. When the Blood Realm spreads, you will definitely die. So I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt anyone at first, but I promised someone that I had to participate in the Dragon Slaying Tournament. To participate in the Dragon Slaying Tournament, I had to defeat you. Unfortunately, ordinary methods simply cannot defeat you, and when this move was used... I couldn't take it back. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

The color of blood was spreading.

The intense aura of blood almost enveloped the person.

That single, scarlet eye on his left arm was still coldly staring at Wei Tu.

The slightest bit of entanglement seemed to permeate Wei Tu's body.

The seemingly gentle spread was actually invading the boy's entire body at all times.

Wei Tu thought for a moment.

"Blood Realm...does that refer to the eye on your left arm?"

Qin Zipei's lips turned pale.

His smile no longer looked gentle; it was clearly forced.

"Hmm... this is the Blood Realm."

"This is a divine spark, if I'm not mistaken, this ability... is not a method of cultivating immortality."

Qin Zipei smiled wryly.

"You saw right through me. I really have no secrets from you."

"It's not exactly a secret. Since you used it at this time, you can't expect to hide it from everyone. Some of the younger disciples below the stage might be deceived. But someone like Huang Shang can't be kept in the dark. If they find out that you used other means to achieve your goal, even if you defeat me, how will you clean up the mess afterwards?"

Qin Zipei said with a smile.

"It's a very simple matter. I only need to get to this stage. I just need to defeat all my opponents. As for what happens after that, someone else will take care of it. Someone else will negotiate with them. That person won't be me, so I don't need to think too much about it."

"Now that you put it that way, I understand."

"It's a pity that it's no use for you to understand now. I've caused you too much trouble, and you really will die. As for the price you pay after your death, I will pay it myself. If the people around you want to blame me, I won't fight back. When the Dragon Slaying Conference ends next year, if they want to kill me, I will accept it without hesitation. Don't worry, I'm prepared for an eye for an eye."

Qin Zipei was calm and at ease, not in a state of ease, but in a state of complete tranquility.

Wei Tu shook his head.

“You can’t afford the price of my death; it’s not something that can be settled by your death alone. Instead of saying that, tell me why you have to do this and accept these gifts. No, they’re not gifts; they’re a transaction.”

Qin Zipei looked up at Wei Tu, whose head was covered in a scarlet red stain.

The thick, sticky blood had already spread to Wei Tu's shoulder. The boy seemed to have forgotten how to resist, or perhaps he had realized that he couldn't fight back against such immense power and had given up prematurely.

Right now, it's just that my inner thirst for knowledge is at play. So... at such a moment, to give up the chance to survive and instead turn to the desire for the truth, shouldn't such a spirit be respected?

Yes... they're much better than me.

Qin Zipei lowered her eyes.

"Since you already know it's a transaction, why ask these questions... Since it's a transaction, and since you've given me this power, you should also know that the price can only be lives... the lives of Qingli and Hongli, they absolutely cannot be harmed. My failure will definitely bring such consequences, and that's what I truly cannot bear."

Qin Zipei finally revealed the real reason.

Wei Tu knew that Qin Zipei wouldn't lie at this point; at least he wouldn't use those two boys to lie.

"Your two junior brothers...could it be..."

"Hmm..." Qin Zipei nodded with a smile.

"Is he your illegitimate child?"

"...Is this the right time to joke around?!"

Qin Zipei rarely complained.

Seeing the blood vessels spreading across the boy's cheeks, he never imagined that the boy would be in the mood to joke at this moment.

Wei Tu shrugged, but the blood vessels became even more active, frantically trying to burrow into his skin.

Even Qin Zipei could see Wei Tu's body beginning to swell irregularly. If this continued, he would either be drained dry by the greedy blood or explode and die in this blood mist. The outcome would be... certain death.

Wei Tu seemed completely oblivious to his own changes, looking at Qin Zipei opposite him.

"So, at this age, he can only be your younger brother."

Qin Zipei nodded, "My own younger brother."

"But it seems they don't know that."

"Yes, I never told them."

Why don't you say so?

Qin Zipei thought for a moment, then smiled and said.

"You probably know that parting is the most painful thing. And the closer the relationship, the more painful it is. There's not much I can do for them, I can't shelter them from the wind and rain for a lifetime. All I can do is make sure they don't grieve for me for too long when we part. I will die, I know I will die. Whether I become a victim of hatred or a pawn to be silenced by those people, I should die. So, let's not talk about it anymore, these things... are actually not that important."

Wei Tu suddenly remembered the rumor from his previous life.

Is the cultivator who went mad from practicing cultivation at Xunxian Palace surnamed Qin?

Could it be Qin Zipei? Perhaps the answer is unknown, but it seems that because of him, he embarked on a different path.

Instead of giving him something better, they led him down a path with even less choice.

He seemed very relaxed, perhaps because he had already anticipated certain outcomes, which made his frighteningly honesty.

There was little self-blame or shame, because someone like Qin Zipei had long known the meaning and truth of life.

There's no need to apologize to anyone more. The helplessness of living in the storm is simply being unable to escape it. Besides that... what are the scars left behind after passing through?

There is no need to blame yourself or others. If you cannot fight back, then just live a life of integrity.