PFC Chapter 191 All the causes and effects have fallen upon me!
Chapter 191 All the causes and effects have fallen upon me!
The disciples looked at each other, their expressions complicated.
"Wake up! From the moment we stepped through the gates of the Marquis's mansion, it was destined that only one side could survive!"
"Stop your overflowing kindness, and don't misuse it!"
Zhou Bai's eyes flashed with a cold light as he stared intently at the middle-aged beauty.
If Li Wudao hadn't intervened in time, he would have been crippled or even killed, and probably wouldn't even have been able to stand up and talk.
"Stop talking, Senior Brother Zhou, we were wrong..."
The disciples lowered their heads, their faces filled with shame, and dared not look at Li Wudao.
They weren't fools; they could see by now that even if they showed great kindness and spared the women and children, the other party wouldn't appreciate it.
Especially that middle-aged beauty, who was also an assassin from Tingxuelou.
Once she escapes, she will undoubtedly launch a furious revenge against them, and the consequences will be unimaginable.
"You dare threaten me when you're about to die? Are all the assassins at Tingxuelou as stupid as you?"
Li Wudao's eyes flashed with a cold light. He tightened his grip on the woman's throat, causing her to cough violently and look pained.
Seeing that he seemed to be serious, the middle-aged woman turned pale and stopped pressing him.
"I thought assassins were all tough guys, but it seems I overestimated you."
Li Wudao scoffed, then looked at Zhou Bai and said in a deep voice, "If I kill her, what will be the consequences? Will you be affected?"
Zhou Bai was slightly taken aback: "No, Tingxuelou is quite clear about its grudges and has never heard of any indiscriminate killing of innocent people."
Li Wudao nodded, his calm gaze suddenly turning sharp, and he no longer had any worries.
The next instant, to everyone's surprise, a "crack" was heard, and the beautiful woman's neck was snapped, her head tilted to the side, and she fell silent.
Upon closer inspection, the beautiful woman's eyes widened, her face contorted with panic and disbelief, as if to say: How dare this young man actually kill her?!
"What I hate most in my life is being threatened..."
Li Wudao coldly released his grip, and the beautiful woman's limp body fell to the ground.
"mother!!"
Meng Yan roared, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, and two lines of tears streamed down his face in grief.
"Stop yelling, we'll send you down to reunite with your parents right away."
Li Wudao stared at him coldly, his killing intent undiminished.
"Father...is he really dead?!"
Meng Yan swayed, his face filled with disbelief. "Impossible! You're lying to me! My father is the renowned Marquis of Zhennan, a figure second only to the emperor in the future. How could he...?"
Seeing the boy's cold expression, he could no longer say anything, clearly having accepted the fact that Meng Zhenhu was dead.
Looking at the corpses of the beautiful woman and the old woman, he cried and laughed at the same time, his emotions completely collapsed, his body went limp, and he slumped against the table, his eyes numb.
"I was wrong, Father, Mother, Grandma... I'm so sorry..."
Only now did Meng Yan realize his mistake.
If he hadn't bullied men and women or abused his power, he might not have run into Li Wudao, and the Meng family wouldn't have been destroyed because of him.
But there are no "what ifs," and there's no going back.
Suddenly, Meng Yan raised his head, revealing a predatory look in his eyes, and said:
"I only wanted to kill you, but you wiped out my entire Meng family. Such a heinous act, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?!"
Upon hearing this, Li Wudao sneered: "Classic weakling talk. If our roles were reversed, and you had the power to easily crush me, would you spare my family and friends then?"
The experiences of Li's disciples and his father Li Jing were still vivid in his mind, and he did not want to experience that heart-wrenching feeling again.
If he hadn't had enough power back then, Li Dabao and the others would have been bullied beyond recognition, and his father would still be in prison, his fate uncertain.
Meng Yan's expression froze, and he remained silent.
"The victor is king, the loser is villain; there's nothing more to say..."
A moment later, he snorted coldly, gritted his teeth, struggled to pick up the dagger the beautiful woman had dropped on the ground, and stabbed it forcefully into his chest.
Blood stained the corner of Meng Yan's mouth, and his pale face was filled with deep malice. "Li Wudao, you killed my whole family. I will haunt you even as a ghost. I curse you..."
The words have not yet fallen.
A clear, resonant sword rang out. Li Wudao casually drew the sword from the disciple beside him, and with a swift stroke, a head flew off, blood splattering on the spot.
I curse your dam!
Li Wudao's face was icy cold. He didn't even look at Meng Yan's corpse before turning around and another flash of sword light swept across the room.
"Poof!" "Poof!"
In an instant, more than a dozen women and children present, including infants still in swaddling clothes, all died. The scarlet blood stained the ground, a shocking sight.
After doing all this, Li Wudao remained calm and composed, tossing the object behind him without looking back.
With a "ding," to the astonishment of the disciples, the sword was precisely inserted into its scabbard, fitting perfectly as if it had never been drawn.
"The rest is up to you."
After saying this, Li Wudao walked out of the room with a heavy heart.
After a long while, the disciples finally came to their senses, gasped in astonishment.
"Wow, Senior Brother Li's move was so cool! The whole process was so smooth and flawless!"
"Senior Brother Zhou, do you know that move? I want to learn it."
"I wish I could pay tuition..."
Many disciples looked expectantly at Zhou Bai.
"You want to learn? I want to learn too..."
Zhou Bai was speechless, feeling that his fellow disciples had rather peculiar thought processes.
Just a moment ago they were all acting like saints, but now they're just watching those women and children die and turning a blind eye?
Also, why was this question asked to him in the first place?
.......
Beside the pond in the courtyard.
Li Wudao walked to the shade of the willow tree and looked at the yellow leaves floating down the pond, feeling somewhat depressed.
The green-haired turtle wobbled over and asked, "Kid, something on your mind?"
Li Wudao looked down at the schools of fish frolicking in the pond and sighed softly, "Tell me, did I go too far this time...?"
The boy's voice was complex, sounding more like he was talking to himself than asking a question.
"I believe you are right."
The green-haired turtle's eyes were serious as he said in a deep voice, "This is the rule of this world: the strong prey on the weak. There is no right or wrong; everything depends on strength."
"Once you leave the Southern Region, you'll find that this world is far more cruel than you imagined. Human life is cheap, the least valuable thing..."
Seeing Li Wudao remain silent, it took a deep breath and said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"If you want to compete for the throne in the future, you have to be mentally prepared. Countless great talents have been buried on that road. The cruelty is far beyond what this little thing today can compare to."
"Every exceptionally talented emperor rose to power by stepping over the corpses of tens of thousands of brilliant minds..."
The implication is that if Li Wudao can't even let go of such a small matter, how can he compete with those geniuses who have the potential to become emperors?
Li Wudao was taken aback and glanced at it sideways. "Do you think I will be able to attain the Dao and become an emperor in the future?"
"Who, besides the Master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion who can foresee everything under heaven, dares to predict the future...?"
The green-haired tortoise gently shook its head, its eyes fixed intently on Li Wudao: "However, this saint has high hopes for you. Perhaps in the distant future, you will defeat all the talents in the world and ascend to that throne... provided you don't die young."
He paused slightly at the end, then emphasized in a deep voice.
"The Emperor... the view from that spot must be quite nice, right?"
Li Wudao muttered to himself.
After a while, he came to his senses, bent down, picked up a pebble, and suddenly threw it into the pool.
"puff!"
Water splashed everywhere, the pond water rippled, and a large number of goldfish were shocked to death, floating on their backs on the surface of the water.
Seeing the scene in the pool, Li Wudao's bewildered expression faded. He looked up at the sky, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, his aura soaring to the heavens.
"Heaven is ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs. Since this world values strength above all else, and only the strong can decide everything, then I will become... the strongest in this world!"
At this moment, Li Wudao felt his Dao heart was clear and his belief was stronger than ever before.
Whether it was revenge from Tingxuelou or the women and children he killed as a result, he accepted any consequences without hesitation.
Even in the end, when he was driven to the brink by the assassins of Tingxuelou; even when the wronged souls of women and children in the afterlife haunted him day and night...
All causes and effects have befallen me!
Li Wudao will bear all of this alone; what is there to fear?