The chivalrous spirit is fickle

Kang Xi said "So that's why" twice and then continued speaking softly.

"The girl told me that her name was Xiao Man and she lived in Luyuan. The body she was dragging was her younger brother."

"Her brother died. According to the custom of her tribe, if the dead can be buried in the sea, they will be reborn on the other side in the next life."

"A world without ice and snow."

At this point, Kang Xi's eyes flickered slightly, and his voice unconsciously became a little dry.

"Xiao Man...really loves her brother."

When Zou Si heard this, she felt a little emotional, but then she asked Kang Xi.

"Is Xiaoman pretty? Does she have a nice voice?"

Kang Xi was stunned when he heard this, frowned in confusion, and asked Zou Si.

"Are these...important?"

Zou Si nodded seriously and said.

"Of course it's important. If you describe it in detail, God knows what I will imagine Xiao Man to look like."

Kang Xi was still puzzled, but did not continue to argue. He stretched out his fingers and began to sketch on the ground. However, after he had made a few strokes, he stared blankly at the traces and remained silent.

His fingertips were touching the ground, covered in dust and his knuckles were white, and he seemed to be using a lot of force.

After a moment, Kang Xi withdrew his fingers, half-closed his eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I'm a terrible painter. I can't draw what she looks like."

"And after a hundred years, I only remember that her eyes were big, her face was small, and her cheeks were red, like a fruit."

"She is not a beauty, just pretty, but her eyes are very clean...very clean."

Kang Xi paused slightly, as if he couldn't find anything good to say. Suddenly, his eyes turned and fell on Zou Si's face. His expression was blank and he muttered to himself.

"Like your eyes."

Perhaps, it was not until this moment that Kang Xi understood why he didn't like Zou Si's eyes, but couldn't help but tell her everything.

Because Zou Si’s eyes are so similar to Xiao Man’s, it seems like just yesterday.

Zou Si nodded calmly and said without any hesitation.

"If your eyes look like mine, then you can't be that ugly."

Kang Xi was stunned when he heard this, and then he couldn't help laughing. He cleared those distracting thoughts from his mind and continued.

"Xiao Man's voice... is very nice."

He clearly remembered that in the white snow, Xiaoman held her head and moved her lips slightly, which sounded like pearls falling on a jade plate, so crisp and so beautiful.

"I helped Xiao Man, took her into the air, and buried her brother in the sea."

"Xiao Man was frightened and said I was a god, and then she fell down in the snow again."

"I explained it for a long time but it was not clear, so I asked her to take me to her tribe to have a look."

Kang Xi said it very simply, leaving out all the details, those details that he himself remembered most clearly.

For example, when he took Xiao Man into the sky, Xiao Man danced with excitement and shock, and then all that was left was a silly smile. Her eyes were shining like stars in the sky, and Kang Xi fell in love with them at first sight.

"Xiao Man's tribe lives in a snowy plain, and they live in igloos. She told me a lot of things."

"For example, there are countless tribes like theirs in that far western continent. They live in igloos and rely on hunting for a living."

"In this ghostly environment, there are actually white bears and white foxes. There are also many fish under the ice. They have adapted to the cold there and have also left a way for the people there to survive."

"People in the tribe, like Xiao Man, treated me like a deity, kneeling and worshipping me, and finally asked Xiao Man to take care of me personally."

What Kang Xi didn't say was that it was Xiaoman who took the initiative to take care of him, nor did he say that Xiaoman took him to the snowfield, had a snowball fight, and built a snowman.

After the initial shock, the innocent girl seemed to have forgotten Kang Xi's identity as a "god" and instead treated him as a playmate.

"The people there live a very hard life. They have to go out hunting every day and endure the cold weather and food shortage."

"So I thought about bringing them back here, but I heard from them that there were countless tribes like theirs."

"I stayed there for three months and helped them catch enough prey to fill their igloos."

“However, it was also three months later that I met the owner of the ice field.”

Kang Xi slowly raised his head, his eyes became sharp, without a trace of warmth, only deep hatred remained.

"They call themselves God's messengers. They can wear thin clothes and walk on the snowy plains as if they were on flat ground. They are the ones who rule that continent."

"Now that I think about it, they must be the followers of the Great Devil."

"After the gods arrived at the tribe, the first thing they did was to take away all the prey in the igloo, and then they began to count the number of people in the tribe."

"At first, I didn't act rashly, but I also noticed that when those gods' messengers came, they brought a whole cart of bear skin bags."

"After counting the number of people, the messenger announced to the tribe that the number of people in the tribe exceeded one hundred."

"That sounds like good news," Zou Si interrupted.

After pausing for a moment, Kang Xi looked at Zou Si with a very strange look.

“That’s what I thought.”

“After the gods announced the news, all the people in the tribe fell to the ground, and then the gods began to kill people.”

Zou Si's face changed slightly and he said in surprise.

"Murder? Why?"

Kang Xi sighed and said.

"I only found out afterwards that in the far west continent, if the number of people in a tribe exceeds one hundred, half of them will be killed by the gods."

"As for why they did this, there was no reason at all, and no one ever explained it, as if everything was as it should be."

"Those gods acted very quickly. By the time I reacted, more than a dozen people had already been beheaded."

"I took action. Those gods' messengers looked like warriors, but not warriors. However, according to what people in the martial arts world say, they should all have the strength of the seventh-grade martial arts realm."

"At that time, I was already in the early stage of the eighth-grade martial realm. Although it was a hard battle, I was able to kill all those divine messengers."

Kang Xi frowned, as if recalling some bad memories, and spoke in a low voice.

"During the fight, I overturned the cart brought by the messenger of God. The bearskin bag was torn open, and countless human heads rolled out of it."

"It's packed with people, young and old, men and women."

"It was only then that I realized... that was the real hell."

"Killing, skinning, and eating people seem to be commonplace there. Even after I killed those gods' messengers, the people in the tribe just looked at me quietly."

“There was no fear, no surprise, and no gratitude that I was accustomed to.”

"They...just looked at me quietly, at the heads scattered all over the ground, as if they were just looking at the snow all over the ground."

"Neither happy nor sad, neither good nor evil, it makes me feel cold in my heart. This is a person I have never seen before."

"If... they can still be considered human beings."

Zou Si swallowed, she couldn't help but imagine that scene, but it felt like countless corpses were standing and looking at her together. The feeling was chilling.

"So what did you do afterwards?"

Hearing this, Kang Xi shifted his gaze elsewhere, looking at the dark corner deep in the palace, and whispered.

"I was different back then than I am now. When I saw that scene, I felt that I couldn't just ignore it."

"I have a really crazy idea."

"I want to save everyone on that continent and kill all the gods' messengers."

"So, after a night of hard thinking, I returned to this continent and informed my master of everything that happened in the Far West."

"My master...my fellow apprentices are all kind-hearted people, so the entire sect followed me to the Far West."

"We want the people of the Far West Continent to live like humans, not livestock that can be slaughtered at will."

Hearing these words, Zou Si felt a sense of heroism in his heart, but Kang Xi, who was speaking, had a painful expression and a hoarse voice, revealing a deep sense of sorrow.

"What happened next? What happened next? How did you do?"

Zou Si couldn't wait to ask, but she was a little naive and didn't notice Kang Xi's complicated expression at all.

Kang Xi's fingers moved slightly, and there was no sound again. He slowly stood up, looked at Zou Si who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and said lightly.

"The ending was simple. I became a zombie, while my master, senior brothers, and junior brothers stayed there forever."

"Death will turn to ashes and smoke, and there will be no rebirth."

Zou Si's pupils shrank when he heard that. He looked at Kang Xi, whose expression gradually calmed down. He was speechless for a moment and just looked at him quietly.

A lot of things must have happened on that westernmost continent, which cannot be described in a few words or explained clearly, but it seems that for Kang Xi, it was a complete nightmare.

A nightmare that made him willing to become a zombie and help the evil.

But...even so, Zou Si also wants to know the ending of this story.

So, Zou Si lowered his head and asked softly as before.

"So, what is this story like?"

Chapter 73: Good and Evil Have No Fruit (End)

What does that story look like?

Kang Xi had heard many stories, some long and some short, always with twists and turns, but in the end, they all had a good ending.

They say that good and evil will be rewarded, and good people should not be allowed to shed blood and tears.

Kang Xi once liked the term "retribution" very much, as if this word could give him courage, motivation, and the opportunity to deceive himself.

In the palace, Kang Xi sat down again. He really hated Zou Si's eyes. Once they met his gaze, he couldn't help but continue talking, digging out the memory that was buried deep in his mind.

But where should I start?

After thinking for a moment, Kang Xi exhaled and spoke, his voice once again echoing in the empty palace.

"The snow in the Far West never stops falling."

"When I led all the members of my sect across the West Sea again, the first person I saw was Xiao Man."

"Xiao Man built an igloo on the coast, and she stayed there, waiting for me."

Kang Xi was only at the eighth level of martial arts at that time. Although he could walk in the air, he could not stay in the air for a long time like those at the ninth level. He had to land on the sea from time to time.

Most of the time, he was moving forward on the waves, so the round trip took him nearly half a year.

The naive Xiao Man thought that Kang Xi would never come back, but she still wanted to wait for Kang Xi, so she built an ice house and stayed there.

So, when they met again, Xiaoman threw herself directly into Kangxi's arms, hugged him tightly, and cried so hard that ice crystals formed on her long eyelashes again.

When Kang Xi asked Xiao Man how long she had been waiting, Xiao Man told him.

Waiting for a day is waiting, waiting for a lifetime is also waiting. As long as you can wait, then waiting for a day is no different from waiting for a lifetime.

Xiaoman was born in a wild and icy land. She didn't know what love was, but she knew that she wanted to wait for someone, even if she couldn't wait for him.

"That ice field is huge. Really huge. So even after such a long time, the other gods didn't realize that some of their companions had been killed by me."

"I discussed with my master that we would use Xiaoman's tribe as the starting point and expand the scope little by little to occupy the tribes governed by the gods' messengers."

“In the beginning, things went much more smoothly than we thought.”

"Those people on the ice field are stronger than ordinary people, but they are still ordinary people. We did not encounter any obstacles when we took over those tribes."

"During this period, we also encountered a divine messenger who discovered something unusual. We won every battle."

Kang Xi's tone was cold, without any joy on his face, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. Only when he talked about Xiao Man did he show some emotional fluctuations.

But at that time he would never have thought that he would stay in that snowy field for five whole years.

In the third year since entering the ice field, time has passed but has not left any trace on Xiaoman. She is still the petite girl who followed behind him.

There is no fire on the ice field and all the food is raw meat. In such a harsh environment, people's lifespan is not long.

That year, Xiaoman's parents gave birth to a child, and she had a younger brother. When the child was born, he was not purple-red like ordinary babies, but snow-white all over, as if made of snow.

That was a very cute child. Xiaoman loved him very much and held that cute yet fragile child in her arms every day.