Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

That fleeing, dark resentment was precisely hit by this glimmer of light.

"Do not--!!!"

With Feng Xi's final scream filled with resentment and despair, this part of her consciousness, along with the resentment that carried it, rapidly decomposed, peeled away, and transformed into the most primitive particles, like a sandcastle, ultimately returning to nothingness and vanishing without a trace.

Only a single hair, shimmering with a faint white light, remained, slowly drifting down from its spot.

Qin Chuan reached out and caught the hair, sensing the immense and ancient demonic power contained within it, thus confirming its origin.

He put away the feathers, walked over to Honghong who was still somewhat dazed, and explained to her:

"Don't worry, Feng Xi hasn't truly perished. She has already abandoned her physical body in the traditional sense, transforming herself into an existence closer to that of beings from outside the circle, capable of dividing her soul and consciousness into countless parts. What was just destroyed was only one of her many 'soul slices'."

He pondered for a moment and thought of a name that fit the setting of this world: "Perhaps she can no longer be called Feng Xi. Calling her 'Black Fox Lady' would be more appropriate."

The Black Fox is a bizarre being among the extraterrestrial beings of this world, who lives by manipulating emotions and devouring emotional power.

Honghong nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Although she is powerful, she only has a superficial understanding of complex concepts involving the essence of the soul and extraterrestrial beings. In addition, her inherent "clumsy and cute" nature seems to be quietly emerging again, and her eyes are filled with a clear sense of confusion.

Just then, Qin Chuan suddenly reached out and gently grasped her slightly cool hand.

Her delicate body trembled slightly, and her fair cheeks instantly flushed red, like a ripe apple. She subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but Qin Chuan held it firmly.

Although they had long been in sync and trusted and relied on each other, such intimate and direct contact still made her heart flutter and she felt incredibly shy.

Qin Chuan sensed her shyness, tightened his grip on her hand with his fingertips, then sighed softly, his voice becoming low and gentle:

"We agreed that we would walk the road ahead together. Why do you always choose to bear such heavy burdens alone?"

Honghong immediately understood that he was referring to the negative emotions she had silently absorbed from her reincarnation and the continuation of her karmic connection.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain that she didn't want him to worry, didn't want these impurities to affect his path of cultivation, and felt it was her responsibility as the Lord of Tushan and the leader of the Red Thread Fairy...

But a thousand words are stuck in my chest, and I don't know where to begin.

"No need to explain." Qin Chuan looked at her somewhat flustered eyes, his tone becoming even gentler. "I understand your feelings, and I understand your persistence and responsibility."

He changed the subject, looking at the illusion that was gradually collapsing: "When I was explaining the characteristics of my sword intent to Feng Xi, or rather to the Black Fox Lady, I wasn't saying it to her."

Honghong looked up at him, puzzled.

"I'm telling you this."

Qin Chuan met her gaze, his eyes firm yet warm:

“I want you to know that the negative emotions, karmic obstacles, and backlashes that you are worried about from the reincarnation of the Bitter Love Tree are not insurmountable disasters for me. They can even become some resources for my spiritual practice.”

So, don't carry this burden alone anymore. Put aside your worries, trust me, and face this with me. Okay?

With that said, nothing more needs to be said.

Honghong stared at him blankly, seeing the unreserved trust, responsibility, and tenderness in his eyes. The barriers in her heart completely melted away, and the heavy burden seemed to be truly shared by the power in his words.

She gripped Qin Chuan's hand tightly in return, nodded vigorously, her blush still lingering, but her eyes had become incredibly firm and bright.

The two smiled at each other, held hands and walked side by side. Their figures transformed into streams of light, breaking through the illusory realm of resentment that was beginning to completely collapse, and heading towards the true light of the outside world.

Behind us lies the disintegration of past shadows; ahead lies a future we can journey together hand in hand.

Chapter 46 My Personal Motives

Outside the Wind Cave sinkhole, the turbid air gradually dissipated, and the sunlight reappeared.

Qin Chuan and Tu Shan Honghong walked out hand in hand, like the bright moon and gentle breeze that dispelled the gloom.

The human cultivators of Huangfeng City and important figures of the demon race of Huangfeng Ridge, who had already received the news and were anxiously waiting, immediately gathered around, their gazes intertwined with complex emotions, including awe and an urgent desire for the truth.

Qin Chuan surveyed the crowd and the demons, his gaze calm yet authoritative, suppressing all the noise and whispers.

He did not directly recount the thrilling events of the illusion he had just witnessed, but instead spoke slowly, his voice clearly reaching the ears of every living being:

"Before revealing the truth of this tragedy, I would like to tell you a story that has been buried for hundreds of years, a story about the royal family, the pillar of the Dao Alliance."

Everyone fell silent, holding their breath to listen.

"At that time, there was still an organization called 'Sword Tomb' within the Wangquan family. Its members were all elites who had failed to compete for the position of family head in the past generations of the Wangquan family. They retreated into the Sword Tomb, devoted themselves to sword cultivation, and called themselves the guardians of the Wangquan Sword. When the family head or the Wangquan sword path went astray, they would step in to 'correct' it."

"The head of the Wangquan family at that time was named Wangquan Jingxing."

Qin Chuan's voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he were recounting a cold, historical account:

"According to the official history of the Dao Alliance, he was a hero who sacrificed himself for the human race and died at the hands of Fan Yunfei, the demon emperor of the Western Regions."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd; this was a consensus shared by almost all the human cultivators.

However, the truth is often buried under the dust of history.

Qin Chuan abruptly changed the subject, his words piercing the fog like a sharp sword:

"Wang Quan Jingxing has a son named Wu Mu, whose talent is exceptional and unparalleled throughout history. He is highly regarded by the elders of the Sword Tomb, who even forced Wang Quan Jingxing to hand over the Wang Quan Sword to Wu Mu ahead of schedule."

"As a father, he should be gratified, but what grew in Wang Quan Jingxing's heart was unspeakable jealousy and fear."

"Later, Wu Mu went to the Western Regions for training and met Fan Yunfei by chance. They became close friends and appreciated each other. Wang Quan Jingxing thought this was a golden opportunity. He secretly plotted to kill his own son Wu Mu and frame Fan Yunfei for it."

"what?!"

"This...how is this possible?!"

An incredulous gasp erupted from the crowd. Whether human or demon, everyone was stunned by this mind-blowing truth.

Qin Chuan continued without pausing:

"Fan Yunfei avenged his friend by killing the hypocritical Wang Quan Jingxing head-on at Wang Quan Wumu's funeral, in front of everyone."

"Those in the Sword Tomb who knew the inside story chose to conceal the truth in order to maintain the crumbling reputation and authority of the Wangquan family. They joined forces to portray Wangquan Jingxing as a tragic hero and shifted all the blame to the demon race."

"This incident completely exacerbated the already tense conflict between humans and demons, dragging the two races into a brutal conflict that lasted for a century."

The scene was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Both humans and demons were deeply shocked by this bloody and dark past.

Many of the older generation of cultivators were pale-faced. They vaguely remembered the sudden escalation of conflict and sacrifice in that era, but never imagined that the root cause was so deplorable.

"But... Sect Leader Qin, why did you suddenly bring up this past event?"

An old cultivator from Huangfeng City asked in a trembling voice, as he vaguely sensed a connection.

Qin Chuan's gaze swept over everyone, and he slowly said:

"I bring this up to tell you all that while Wang Quan Wu Mu's tragedy stemmed from his father's beastly nature, those Sword Tomb elders who claimed to be just but were actually stubborn and conservative, willing to disregard the truth and distort right and wrong for the sake of their family's reputation, are equally culpable!"

"Later, Wang Quan Shouzhu succeeded as the head of the family. He was a man of great talent and ambition. He knew that the abnormal existence of the Sword Tomb was harmful to the Wang Quan family and even the human race. So he used his overwhelming strength and prestige to forcibly disband the Sword Tomb."

"However, these remnants of the Sword Tomb, who were still full of wicked intentions and whose mentality had long been twisted, did not truly repent. Instead, they harbored resentment towards Wang Quan Shouzhuo."

"Not long ago, they wandered to Huangfeng Ridge and unexpectedly discovered a strange secret realm beneath the Wind Cave Sinkhole. That secret realm can reflect the desires of the human heart, help people easily 'master' various sword techniques, and even absorb the power of hatred that permeates the outside world to strengthen themselves!"

"Therefore, this group of remnants meticulously planned the massacre of Jin Wuwei's family and Jia Aoshuang!"

Qin Chuan's gaze, as if it were tangible, fell upon the hearts of every listener:

"They intend to reignite the most intense hatred between Huangfeng City and Huangfeng Ridge, and even between the human and demon races, through this extreme method. They can then use this secret realm to absorb the endless power of hatred, cultivate their evil sword, and achieve their twisted goals!"

The truth struck like a thunderclap, exploding in the hearts of everyone, including demons!

The root of all this is this group of madmen who, for their own selfish grudges, are willing to stir up a bloodbath and incite war between the two races!

Although Qin Chuan did not explicitly state the fate of these remnants of the Sword Tomb, when his calm gaze swept over the Wind Cave sinkhole, which still retained terrifying energy fluctuations, everyone understood their end.

They have surely been thoroughly eliminated by this unfathomable Sect Leader Qin, their bodies and souls utterly destroyed!

After the immense anger, a deep chill and a sense of relief welled up inside me.

Fortunately! Fortunately, Sect Leader Qin Chuan discovered the truth in time and stopped it all!

If the remnants of the Sword Tomb were to succeed in their conspiracy and ignite an endless war, all humans and demons would suffer, and the consequences would be unimaginable!

In an instant, the hostility and suspicion that arose from the tragedy in the eyes of both humans and demons in the arena quickly melted away, replaced by a shared sense of empathy as victims and a renewed appreciation for the hard-won peace before them.

Who could have imagined that a conspiracy intended to tear apart peace would ultimately make both humans and demons see more clearly the folly of hatred and the preciousness of peace?

With the storm over, Qin Chuan and Hong Hong did not linger. Amidst countless grateful and awe-inspiring gazes, they joined hands and vanished in a streak of light.

Above the clouds, a gentle breeze caresses your face.

Honghong tilted her head slightly, her bright eyes gazing at Qin Chuan's perfect profile, and asked softly:

"Why don't you also reveal the truth that Feng Xi is the real mastermind behind everything?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan turned to look at her and smiled frankly: "This is my selfish reason."

"I do not want you, or Tushan, to be criticized or implicated because of her past sins."

Qin Chuan continued:

"After all, she was once your mentor and the former ruler of Tushan. Moreover, her current state, the monkey-sized hair, the secrets of the Bitter Love Tree... are too complicated. Revealing them to the public too early will not only be useless, but may also cause unnecessary panic. It is not too late to explain when the time is right."

He explained slowly.

However, in Tu Shan Honghong's ears, it seemed as if only those first two words were echoing repeatedly.

He said it was his personal reason.

It was for her...

A beautiful blush instantly rose to her fair cheeks, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

She felt her heart filled with endless sweetness and warmth, and she couldn't hear any of the rational and thorough analysis that followed.

She lowered her head slightly, her lips curving upwards involuntarily, and reached out to hold Qin Chuan's hand even tighter.

She responded softly, her voice filled with undisguised joy and tenderness.

The truth and the bigger picture are no longer important at this moment.

The important thing is his statement about "selfish motives".

The two said no more, their fingers intertwined, their figures close together, facing the flowing light of the sky, heading towards the green hills of Tushan that belonged to them, returning side by side.

The sunlight stretched their shadows long, making them intertwine and seem inseparable.