Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

His voice rang out, carrying his usual cynicism and amusement, but beneath that amusement lay a hint of barely concealed surprise:

"Oh? You actually saw through my clone's origins at a glance? Qin Chuan, you always manage to bring me some new surprises. But why aren't you spreading your teachings across the world at Qingyun Peak? What are you doing here in this godforsaken Huangfeng Ridge?"

Qin Chuan said calmly, "Why ask when you already know the answer? The strange phenomena here, as well as the tragedies in Huangfeng City and Huangfeng Ridge, all stem from this. I'm here to resolve this matter once and for all."

The third young master's clone patted his wide sleeves, making a slapping sound, and laughed:

"The root cause? Since you know I'm here, you still dare to say you'll resolve it? Aren't you afraid that my 'hidden' clone will take care of you as well?"

"Solve it?" Qin Chuan's tone remained calm. "You are here, but you are not the root cause. At most, you are just an observer, or rather, a supervisor. The real culprit is the former ruler of Tushan, Feng Xi."

Upon hearing this, the Third Young Master's clone paused slightly.

"She should have been permanently suppressed at the roots of the Bitter Love Tree, but by chance, she obtained a 'hair' left behind by your elder brother."

Qin Chuan continued:

"With that thing that transcends common sense, she temporarily stole part of the power of the Bitter Love Tree and extended its roots to the wind cave here. Using the unique resentment of the earth veins and the strong winds of this place as cover, she created a distorted illusion that could reflect the desires of people's hearts and make their wishes come true."

"She secretly guided the remnants of the 'Sword Tomb' who had been kicked out by Wang Quan Shouzhuo due to ideological differences to discover this illusion. Those sword fanatics thrived in it, thinking they had found the holy land of swordsmanship and could easily master unparalleled sword techniques, but little did they know that they had already become pawns of Feng Xi."

Qin Chuan's gaze, sharp as a sword, pierced through the gale and landed on the Third Young Master's clone:

"She exploited the hatred of the Sword Tomb members towards Wang Quan Shouzhuo to meticulously plan this tragedy, intending to completely shatter this fragile peace. Am I right?"

The Third Young Master's clone remained silent for a moment, then let out a low laugh:

"Excellent, truly excellent! It seems you know far more than I imagined. In that case, you should be able to guess why I've come here?"

"You are not here to stop Feng Xi, but to ensure that the 'outcome' meets your expectations. Once Tu Shan Hong Hong falls into a disadvantageous position in the duel with Feng Xi and shows the slightest weakness or inability, your clone will not hesitate to kill her."

Qin Chuan nodded and said:

"In your eyes, Honghong, who is no match for Fengxi, is more harmful than beneficial to the Bitter Love Tree, this crucial object. After being eliminated, the Bitter Love Tree will naturally give birth to another gifted fox demon with folded ears, allowing you to restart your long observation and cultivation plan. Am I right?"

"Absolutely right! To me, all living beings in this world are indeed no different from ants and weeds."

The third young master clapped his hands and laughed, but his tone was devoid of any warmth:

"Take a look at what's useful, and remove what's useless or crooked. The pressure from outsiders is immense, and I don't have the patience or time to educate them all. Efficiency is the most important thing. It seems you're a wise person."

"I understand your purpose, but I don't comprehend it and will never agree with your methods."

Qin Chuan's voice turned cold:

"Tu Shan Hong Hong, and everything associated with her, and even all sentient beings in the world, are not your playthings."

"Understand? Hahaha!"

The Third Young Master's clone seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and burst into laughter. His laughter echoed in the wind cave, even drowning out the howling wind.

"Whose understanding do I need? Who do you think you are, to presume to agree or disagree with me?"

The laughter abruptly stopped, and the aura beneath the costume turned cold and dangerous.

"Since you know everything, you should also understand that I will not allow you to enter the sinkhole and interfere with their duel. This is a trial and assessment for the current Lord of Tushan. Outsiders are not allowed to interfere."

Qin Chuan slowly raised his eyes. His aura remained calm, but an invisible, heart-pounding pressure began to spread, even causing the violent gale to pause.

"With just your mere clone?"

Qin Chuan's voice was icy cold:

"Let alone your clone, even if your true form came in person, with your strength suppressed to less than one-tenth of its original state by that 'heavenly treasure,' you wouldn't be able to stop me from saving her today."

The third young master's clone was visibly startled, his gaze behind the mask narrowed abruptly, and his voice carried genuine surprise and doubt for the first time:

"You even know that?!"

Qin Chuan didn't answer, but just looked at him coldly.

After a brief moment of shock, the Third Young Master's clone suddenly laughed again, this time with a strange mix of excitement and scrutiny:

"Interesting! Very interesting! Good! Qin Chuan, if you are truly as strong as you claim, from today onwards, I promise you I will never again lay a hand on Tu Shan Hong Hong, how about it?"

Qin Chuan shook his head, his tone resolute and brooking no argument:

"Not just Honghong. From now on, you must not touch anyone, any demon, or anything related to me."

Upon hearing this, the Third Young Master's clone remained silent for a moment, then surprisingly nodded with delight:

"Alright! That's fine! As you say! But on the condition that you can withstand this finger strike!"

Before he finished speaking, he casually raised his hand, extended a finger, and pointed it at Qin Chuan.

There was no earth-shattering explosion of momentum, no world-destroying energy gathering.

It's just a simple finger gesture.

But the instant the finger was pointed out, the howling wind around them froze completely, and the space seemed to turn into fragile glass, groaning under the strain.

An extreme sense of "sharpness" and "annihilation" locked onto Qin Chuan, as if all the rules of the world were surrendering and collapsing before this one finger.

The voice of the Third Young Master's clone came through the frozen space, carrying a hint of playful mockery and coldness, like a cat playing with a mouse:

"Let me give you one last piece of advice: if what you just said was just exaggeration and bluffing, then the next moment you will face utter and complete annihilation, your very being erased from existence. Not even a trace of your soul will remain. Reincarnation will be a distant and unattainable dream for you."

The finger, imbued with absolute destructive intent, gently pointed towards Qin Chuan.

Chapter 43 She is not a failure!

Qin Chuan's gaze narrowed slightly, and it seemed as if only that one finger remained in the world.

The sounds of wind, rolling gravel, and even the flow of one's own blood all disappeared.

The Third Young Master's finger gesture seemed simple and unremarkable, with a clearly visible trajectory, moving as slowly as a falling withered leaf. But Qin Chuan knew that this was merely an illusion, a manifestation of the ultimate "reason."

His intuition was screaming warnings, and a near-tearing pain was emanating from the depths of his soul.

He knew that this was the Third Young Master's unique supernatural power—the Earthly Fiend Transformation Technique: Formless and Shapeless Return to Dust in Ten Thousand Seconds!

This technique has long transcended the realm of ordinary magic. It simplifies complexity, returns to the essence, and abandons all the gorgeous lights and shadows and lengthy incantations, pointing directly to the essential core of the cycle of birth, death, and reincarnation of all things in the universe.

With a single finger, all laws are broken, and all wonders ultimately return to dust. This is enough to completely decompose, strip away, and return to nothingness everything that exists in the world, whether it be an indestructible entity, a violent and unparalleled energy, or even an ethereal soul or thought, returning it to its original source as the most primitive and silent dust particles, and returning it to eternal annihilation.

Its profound mysteries and absolute power far surpass any supernatural abilities or secret techniques he has ever seen in his cultivation.

Even the "Sword of Heaven and Earth," hailed as the sharpest weapon in the world, capable of cutting through anything, appears crude and immature before this single finger, pale in comparison, and is completely incomparable.

This is an absolute difference in level.

Just as Qin Chuan was focusing his mind, about to face this earth-shattering finger strike, at the bottomless darkness of the Wind Cave Heavenly Pit, in the eerie illusion constructed by the core resentment of the Bitter Love Tree and the demonic power of the Phoenix Sacrifice.

The battle of consciousness between Tu Shan Hong Hong and Feng Xi has reached a critical juncture.

Not long ago, Honghong keenly sensed an abnormal and violent fluctuation coming from the root of the Bitter Love Tree.

Unable to rest easy, she resolutely ventured deep into the intricate root region, imprinted with the emotions and power of past generations, to investigate.

However, Feng Xi, who had been lying in wait for a long time and whose resentment was almost integrated with the Bitter Love Tree, took the opportunity to launch an attack and forcibly pulled him into this special illusion that could reflect and amplify the most hidden desires and weaknesses in the depths of people's hearts.

Here, the power of the phoenix is ​​greatly amplified.

She pointed out sharply, even with a hint of glee, that beneath Honghong's consistently radiant, righteous, and warm exterior, a vast and heavy sea of ​​negative emotions had unknowingly accumulated.

Those were not emotions that originated from her.

That is the immense resentment, the unresolved obsession, the unforgettable pain of unfulfilled desires, and the heart-wrenching separations that have arisen from countless reincarnations, the trials and tribulations of love, and the unfulfilled longings of countless human and demon couples who have been reincarnated through the Bitter Love Tree for countless generations, in the process of repeated reincarnations, the wasted love, and the unfulfilled desires...

These karmic burdens and costs, which should have been borne, digested, and even transcended by those who were reincarnated, were instead borne and forcibly absorbed and sealed within Tu Shan Hong Hong, who, with her special demon emperor-level cultivation and connection to the Bitter Love Tree, took on all of them.

"Look at yourself now! Your soul has been burdened with so much filth and pain from this world. How can you maintain your so-called pure heart? Your soul has long been corroded and cracked, teetering on the brink of collapse, unable to bear the weight!"

Feng Xi's voice was full of seduction and undisguised mockery.

She arbitrarily manipulated the surging, viscous, inky black tide of negative emotions, transforming it into countless ferocious, dancing tentacles and wailing, howling phantoms of resentment, like an endless tide, wave after wave frantically assaulting Hong Hong's crumbling mental defenses.

Honghong's demonic power remained surging, and her pair of perfectly trained, insulated claws instinctively swung, tearing apart the dark demonic shadows that rushed towards her.

But her steps were already unsteady, and her eyes, as bright as jewels, revealed a deep weariness that was hard to conceal.

Those pure negative emotions, originating from all living beings, are all-pervasive, like maggots clinging to her bones, constantly eroding and polluting the core of her will, trying to drag her completely into that endless abyss of darkness.

Just as the dark, viscous wave, a symbol of despair, was about to completely engulf her last shred of clarity...

A unique sword intent, as cool as moonlight, as sharp as a cold blade, yet tender and gentle, burst forth unexpectedly from the deepest part of her heart!

That sword intent was formless and intangible, elusive yet carrying an absolute resolve to sever all entanglements and protect what was in one's heart. It was like the first spring breeze that swept across the frozen earth, gentle yet firm, and like ancient ice cracking in an instant, cold and decisive.

It gently and skillfully, yet with unparalleled precision, severed, peeled away, and cleansed away all the negative emotional threads that were constantly tightening around the very core of her soul!

"what?!"

This sudden turn of events was completely beyond Feng Xi's expectations. She was caught off guard and cried out in shock.

She would never mistake that unique aura of sword intent!

"Qin Chuan's sword intent?! How could he possibly... How could his power penetrate the core barrier of the Bitter Love Tree and intervene in this illusionary realm of the mind that I controlled?!"

The erosion of negative emotions was forcibly interrupted, and Honghong was finally able to catch her breath for a moment, her eyes quickly regaining clarity and calmness.

She slightly raised her hand, gazing at her seemingly empty fingertips, where invisible yet incredibly sharp threads seemed to be gently winding and flowing, resonating harmoniously with her own demonic power, bringing an indescribable sense of security.

She sighed softly, a hint of melancholy in her voice:

"That's why I said, Feng Xi, you no longer understand love. You even seem to have forgotten the most basic and core knowledge about the Red Thread Fairy that you personally taught me."

The sword intent belonging to Qin Chuan at her fingertips became clearer and more fluid, sharper than anyone else, yet it blended seamlessly with her purest and most refined demonic power, without the slightest repulsion, as if the two powers were originally one.

"The Red Thread Fairy, once a lover and their beloved are mutually in love and their hearts are connected, their powers can be linked and resonate with each other through the invisible bridge of the 'heart.' Just like those who successfully reincarnate and continue their predestined relationship, they can connect with the demonic power of their lover from their previous life in the dark. My heart and his have long been intertwined, so I can naturally borrow his sword intent to protect myself and overcome the barriers of time and space."

Honghong's tone was filled with reminiscence, and also with a hint of barely perceptible sadness:

"This theory, you taught it to me personally back then. Now that I have experienced it firsthand, you have completely forgotten it."

Feng Xi seemed to have been deeply wounded by these words, which struck the most unbearable corner of her heart. She instantly became enraged and ashamed, and even the illusion shook violently due to her emotional turmoil.

"Love? It's nothing but the idle crutch and self-indulgent excuse of the weak! It's ephemeral and fleeting! Only absolute power in one's hands is the eternal and unchanging reality!"

She suddenly forced herself to calm down, her tone becoming mysterious and cold, carrying a malicious probing:

"Ha, so what if he can leave behind a wisp of his sword intent to protect you? It's nothing but a tree without roots, water without a source! Do you know that right now, outside, at the edge of the Wind Cave Heavenly Pit, Qin Chuan is facing off against someone for your sake?"

Honghong's eyes flickered slightly, she held her breath and didn't reply, but she already had a bad feeling.

"It's the Third Young Master of Aolai Kingdom!"