Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

The newcomer made no attempt to conceal his presence; it was none other than Wang Quanba Ye.

Wang Quanba bowed respectfully, his expression somber, devoid of his usual composure.

"I have come here abruptly because there is a matter that the entire Dao Alliance finds difficult to handle, and I am afraid that only you, sir, can handle it."

Qin Chuan led him inside, waiting for what would happen next.

"In the past month, dozens of cases of flower picking have occurred in the human territory, from the southern border to the western region. From eight-year-old girls to eighty-year-old women, all have fallen victim to this heinous crime."

Wang Quanba sat down, a shadow of gloom between his brows:

"The perpetrator's methods were bizarre, and he came and went like the wind, leaving only a trace of elusive demonic energy at the scene. Apart from that, there were almost no clues. Our Dao Alliance dispatched many skilled individuals and expended a great deal of effort, and finally intercepted the thief outside a small town on the western border the day before yesterday."

His tone paused, then became even more serious:

"In the ensuing exchange, it was discovered that this fiend's movement technique was unpredictable and that he had even used a profound palm technique. After repeated confirmation by several senior elders present, it was found that his method of channeling energy and the form of his palm were exactly the same as Miss Tu Shan Rongrong's famous technique, 'Looking at the Moon Palm'! The thief was extremely arrogant, announcing his name as 'Thousand Faces Iron Palm' Yan Ruyu."

"A face as beautiful as jade."

Qin Chuan repeated softly; he was familiar with this name. It was Rongrong's only personally taught disciple, whom she had taken in many years ago.

"She is none other than Miss Tu Shan Rongrong's outstanding student. Her identity is beyond doubt. This matter not only involves Tu Shan, but also has a close relationship with you, sir."

Wang Quanba affirmed, his gaze fixed on Qin Chuan:

"There is much discussion within the Dao Alliance about this, but everyone agrees that it is not advisable to take strong measures rashly, lest it damage the harmony between the two races. After much consideration, Ba Ye believes that it is most appropriate for you to handle this matter, sir, so that you can give all parties the fairest explanation."

Qin Chuan remained silent for a moment, a faint trace of complexity flashing across his eyes, which then dissolved into a deep, still calm.

"I am aware of this matter. Rest assured, I will investigate the matter as soon as possible and give everyone an explanation."

Wang Quanba knew that Qin Chuan was a man of his word, and having received the promise, a huge weight was lifted from his heart. He then rose to take his leave without further ado.

"Thank you for your trouble, sir."

After seeing off Wang Quanbaye, Qin Chuan stood atop the peak, gazing westward. With a slight sway, he vanished as if merging into a gentle breeze. The next moment, he appeared a thousand miles away in the vast territory bordering the Western Regions.

The western border region is characterized by harsh winds and sandstorms.

Outside a small town inn built of loess, a young man in a brocade robe, with a face so handsome it was almost otherworldly, was leaning against the door frame.

He casually waved a jade-bone fan in his hand, his peach blossom eyes filled with a flirtatious smile as he scanned the women who occasionally walked by on the street, assessing his next "target" as if he were appraising merchandise.

He was extremely satisfied with his carefully crafted appearance, thanks to the unparalleled face-changing technique personally taught to him by his master, Tu Shan Rongrong.

Suddenly, the light and shadow beside him dimmed slightly, as if another figure had appeared.

The figure arrived so lightly that it made no sound at all; had it not been for the change in light and shadow, he would have hardly noticed it.

Yan Ruyu casually turned her head to look, and saw a man in a blue robe standing beside her at some point, his aura calm, as if he had blended into the surrounding environment.

At first glance, his appearance seemed ordinary, but upon closer inspection, he was strikingly handsome. The calm demeanor between his brows overshadowed his deliberately sculpted good looks.

Yan Ruyu felt a surge of competitive spirit and thought to herself, "This man's demeanor is so unique. If I could transform into his appearance, I'm sure I could make those beauties even more infatuated?"

The thought had just crossed his mind when he suddenly realized that the man's features were vaguely familiar.

Memories surged like a tide, and suddenly, he remembered that many years ago, when he was still learning his skills in Tushan, he had accidentally caught a glimpse of his master Rongrong, as well as his two senior uncles Honghong and Yaya, surrounding a man in a blue robe.

The sunlight was just right then, falling on them. His master had a relaxed smile on his face that he had never seen before, without any calculation. His two senior uncles also had gentle expressions.

At the time, he was too young to understand, but later he learned that the man in the blue robe was Qin Chuan, who was famous throughout the land and had a close relationship with the three leaders of Tushan. He was also his future master-father-in-law.

Yan Ruyu's expression changed instantly. Her previous frivolous arrogance vanished, replaced by utmost respect and a hint of barely concealed panic.

He hurriedly closed his folding fan, his body instinctively straightening up, bowing deeply, his voice trembling slightly:

"This junior, Yan Ruyu, greets... greets you, sir!"

He didn't know how to address him properly, only that his heart was pounding like a drum.

"May I ask what brings you here, sir?"

Qin Chuan looked at him, his gaze calm, yet seemingly able to penetrate his glamorous exterior and see right into his essence:

"I am here today on behalf of your master to teach you some principles of 'being a person' that she may not have had time to fully teach you yet. So that you may not become a wicked person in the future and tarnish her reputation as a thousand-faced demon."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ruyu looked bewildered and confused: "Sir...this junior is foolish...I...where did I go wrong? Why...have I disgraced my sect?"

In his simple and straightforward understanding, "picking flowers" is nothing more than pursuing the most beautiful things in the world and having a consensual "mating" with those beauties who appreciate his appearance. What's wrong with that?

He maintains that he has never forced anyone.

"If you are still an ignorant and undeveloped spirit in the deep mountains, following the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak and acting on instinct, then there is nothing wrong with thinking this way."

Qin Chuan's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, like a cold stream flowing into Yan Ruyu's ears, washing away his deeply ingrained beliefs:

"But now that you have entered the land inhabited by humans, learned human language, and taken human form, you must act in accordance with the rules and morals of the human world."

"Did you have any formal engagements with those women? Did you marry them properly? Did you make a vow to grow old together? After your one night of passion, did you ever think about how they would live their lives? How would they face their parents, relatives, and neighbors' gossip? Your actions of starting relationships and then abandoning them make you the most despicable 'flower thief' in the world, ruining people's reputations and destroying their families. Your crimes are heinous!"

"As for your other actions, 'hunting for food' is equivalent to robbery, and 'teaching a lesson to an idiot' is equivalent to intentional homicide. In the laws of the human race, these are all heinous crimes! Yan Ruyu, ask yourself, in the eyes of the human race, do your actions deserve the title of 'utterly wicked'? Do they bring shame upon your master, Tu Shan Rongrong?"

These words, like thunderclaps from the heavens, exploded in Yan Ruyu's mind, shattering his preconceived notions.

He never considered his actions from the perspective of "human beings," "responsibility," or "consequences."

He acted solely on a primal desire for "beauty" and the instincts of a demon; he would approach what he found attractive, take what he was hungry for, and destroy what offended him...

So, in the world of "humans," all of this is so terrible and unforgivable?

So, in the world of "humans," what he did was so terrible and unforgivable? The women he abandoned were perhaps driven out of their homes by their families and subjected to scorn on the streets because of his whim; the passersby he "taught a lesson" also had relatives waiting for them to come home.

Yan Ruyu stood frozen in place, his face as pale as paper, his pupils trembling violently, and cold sweat even seeping from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto his brocade robe, spreading into a small dark stain. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; his throat felt dry and painful.

After a long while, the confusion and stubbornness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by immense fear, shock, and a belated clarity. He slowly lowered his head, his voice dry as sandpaper rubbing against wood: "Sir... your teachings were... Ruyu... ignorant and foolish... blinded by bestiality... which led to such a grave mistake..."

He raised his head, his eyes full of pleading: "Then...then what should I do now? I don't want to disgrace my master's reputation, nor do I want to be a villain anymore...Please, sir, guide me!"

"If you do something wrong, you must accept the punishment. If you hurt someone, you must make amends."

Qin Chuan's tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation:

"Go to the joint supervisory office established by both clans and surrender yourself to the authorities. Tell them everything you have done without any concealment. Be punished according to the law and atone for your sins. Once your sentence is served and you have cleansed yourself of your sins, you can live in this world with dignity, a new outlook, and a new understanding."

Yan Ruyu's body trembled violently. After a moment of silence, she suddenly raised her head. Although there was still fear and resentment in her eyes about losing her freedom, there was more of a resolute determination after suddenly realizing the truth.

He bowed deeply to Qin Chuan, his voice heavy yet firm: "Thank you for your wake-up call, sir! You have awakened me from my dream! Ruyu... I will go and face the law!"

After saying that, he resolutely turned around without any hesitation and strode towards the city's supervisory office. His handsome back view in the wind and sand showed a tragic and resolute transformation.

Chapter 59 A Love for Beauty, A Compassionate Heart

As Yan Ruyu's resolute and regretful figure completely disappeared into the dust storm at the end of the long street, the air rippled slightly like water in an inconspicuous shadow at the street corner.

A slender, graceful figure in emerald green seemed to materialize from nothingness and slowly emerge.

It was Tu Shan Rongrong who rushed over.

She stood still, her gaze piercing through the endless yellow sand, staring for a long time in the direction her disciple had left. Her eyes, which were always narrowed and held endless thoughts, were now unusually slightly open.

In his eyes, clear as a blue pool, churned extremely complex and indescribable emotions.

Some felt heartbroken that their disciples had gone astray and ended up in prison; some felt guilty that they, as teachers, had failed to teach them properly, only imparting techniques without shaping their hearts; and some regretted that they had not noticed and stopped it earlier.

There was also a sense of relief and comfort, glad that someone had finally been able to wake him up and prevent him from completely sinking into this evil path and never being able to recover.

The wind from the Western Regions swept across the stray hairs on her forehead, carrying the scent of dry dust, but it could not dispel the heavy worry between her brows.

"You've arrived."

Qin Chuan did not turn around; his voice was calm and gentle, as if he had already sensed her presence and had been waiting there for a long time.

Rongrong responded softly, her voice less clear than usual, carrying a hint of hoarseness and fatigue.

She took a step forward and walked to Qin Chuan's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, but her gaze was still fixed on the now empty street corner, as if she could still see the traces left by that troublesome apprentice.

“Every word you said is what I wanted to say to him, even more insightful and incisive than I wanted to say. It is my dereliction of duty as his master. I pride myself on being able to make perfect plans, yet I have failed to teach my own disciple well.”

She sighed softly, a sigh as light as a feather falling, yet carrying an immense weight:

"They only focused on imparting advanced techniques and pursuing power, forgetting the most fundamental thing: teaching him the principles of conduct, the rules of the world, and the ways of being a good person. That's why he left the mountain before his mind was settled, and relying on his skills, he caused such a near-irreparable disaster..."

Her voice was filled with deep self-reproach, and her usually straight back slumped slightly, revealing a rare vulnerability.

"He is not evil by nature, but no one has guided him to understand the rules of the world and the weight of emotions. Demons are straightforward by nature and often act on instinct and whims."

Qin Chuan turned his head, looking at her unusually dejected appearance, and gently comforted her, his voice like a gentle stream, trying to soothe her anxiety:

"When he first entered the world, he was like a child carrying gold in a bustling marketplace, surrounded by temptations, yet no one told him what boundaries or taboos were. Going astray was not entirely his fault. Moreover, those he killed were all oppressors of the good and had a long history of misdeeds, so his actions could perhaps be forgiven to some extent."

He paused, then continued:

"According to the newly established laws jointly formulated by the two races, and considering factors such as his surrender, sincere repentance, and the fact that he did not harm any innocent women, he will be punished for multiple crimes, and there will be room for consideration in sentencing. After spending decades in the Chaotic Prison reflecting on his past mistakes, he can temper his violent tendencies, reshape his character, and be reborn. When that time comes, it will not be too late for you to carefully guide him."

Upon hearing this, Rongrong's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and her expression softened.

She suddenly turned her head, her previously worried blue eyes narrowing again, a glint of her usual cunning and slightly mocking light flashing within them. But behind that light, upon closer inspection, seemed to lie a subtle, deeper level of inquiry:

"Brother Qin Chuan is quite patient and tolerant with this kid."

Her tone rose slightly, with a uniquely charming ending, "You've considered everything so thoroughly for him, even planning out his future. Don't you think he and you are quite similar at heart?"

Qin Chuan chuckled upon hearing this, shook his head, and said with certainty, "How could that be? He acts eccentrically and extremely, driven entirely by instinct and desire, disregarding consequences and the needs of others. His approach is completely contrary to mine."

"Really?"

Rongrong, however, persisted, as if she had seized upon some interesting topic, a playful smile curving her lips, as if she had discovered a secret.

"But I think that, upon closer examination, there are indeed similarities. Ultimately, it all comes down to that 'love of beauty'."

She chuckled softly, looking as if she knew everything:

"Look at Yan Ruyu, she uses her magic to search everywhere for beautiful women to have 'mating' with, satisfying her own selfish desires. And what about you?"

She blinked, her tone becoming subtle, "We already have Sister Honghong and Sister Yaya at home, and that's not enough of a blessing."

She began to list them off as if they were her own treasures, her slender fingers gently pointing:

"Outside, there's also the gentle and skilled healer, Cuiyu Mingluan, from the Leech Clan. She still can't forget you."

"On the human side, the kind-hearted and gentle yet strong-willed Miss Huaizhu from the Dongfang family, and her playful and lively younger sister Qin Lan, who is incredibly skilled in using Pure Yang Flame, both look at you with unusual eyes."

"Oh, right, there's also Qing Tong, the little spider spirit who's devoted to you and silently weaves beautiful tapestries."

"That spoiled and adorable Princess Luolan from the South, whose methods of using poison are unparalleled, seems to have once been quite fond of you. And recently..."