Eternal Life Starts from Tai Chi-Chapter 126: He Must Not Be Left Alive

The Cyan Yuan Sect dismissed a batch of Servant Disciples every year. Last year, they did so twice, clearing out many who had been with the sect for two or even two and a half years.

Among these dismissed disciples was one of Yang Chan’s acquaintances, Wang Sheng. Or perhaps "acquaintance" was too strong a word; they had merely interacted a few times without forming any deep connection.

In any relationship, you get a sense of the other person’s character, which helps you judge whether they’re worth getting close to.

Yang Chan was no exception. After a few dealings with Wang Sheng, he had mentally filed him away as someone not to be trusted. Their interactions were limited to the occasional nod when they happened to cross paths.

Besides, ever since arriving in this world and understanding its fundamental nature, he had deliberately distanced himself from others. He had no desire to get entangled in the web of relationships his predecessor had left behind.

So, when Wang Sheng and the others came begging for his help, he had refused their requests. At the time, he was facing the threat of dismissal himself; why would he spend his own time helping someone else?

He was not a Holy Mother; he just wanted to survive in this world.

What happened with Wang Sheng afterward was hardly surprising. The man was trouble incarnate. He even tried to use the other Servant Disciples to pressure and coerce Yang Chan.

Of course, Yang Chan had his own way of dealing with it. He invoked the Steward’s name to keep them in line, buying himself precious time to become an Official Disciple and escape the threat of dismissal for good.

The next time he saw Wang Sheng was just a few days before the Servant Disciples were to be dismissed. The man had come seeking help, and Yang Chan had, of course, refused. A venomous look had appeared in Wang Sheng’s eyes then.

If it weren’t for the inconvenience of making a move within the Cyan Yuan Sect, not to mention the damage it would do to his reputation, he would have made sure Wang Sheng left a part of himself behind.

But then he considered that once Wang Sheng left the sect, he would have to face natural disasters like the great drought. His chances of survival were slim, so Yang Chan didn’t bother doing anything more.

He just never expected to see the man again, not only alive but as a disciple of the No-Life Evil Cult. What’s more, his Cultivation had reached the External Refining Copper Skin Realm. Though his foundation seemed unstable, as if it had been forcefully raised, Yang Chan was still quite surprised.

After all, less than a year had passed since the disciples were dismissed from the sect. For Wang Sheng to have surpassed the stage of Nurtured Strength and achieved External Refining Copper Skin showed that he did possess some talent.

Even with Evil Daoist Techniques, it would be difficult to advance without a certain level of innate aptitude.

"Pharmacist Yang? I never thought you’d become a high-and-mighty Pharmacist. Yang Chan, the last time I came begging to you, you just flat-out refused."

"Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to wring your neck back then?"

"When you were a Servant, I looked out for you, I protected you! And in the end, you wouldn’t even give me a single portion of Qi Nourishing Soup when I begged you for it."

"I got on my knees and begged you back then!"

Wang Sheng clutched a Long Saber. He seemed surprised to see Yang Chan, but that surprise quickly gave way to a powerful surge of killing intent, his eyes turning crimson.

He had faced countless dangers after leaving the sect. He’d nearly starved to death just trying to survive before finally being saved by members of the No-Life Evil Cult.

Though his rescuers only wanted information about the Cyan Yuan Sect, he didn’t care. He proactively offered up useful intel and then joined the No-Life Evil Cult directly.

While he had never grasped Power within the Cyan Yuan Sect, his strength was still far beyond that of an ordinary person, so the No-Life Evil Cult naturally took him in. They taught him an Evil Skill, allowing him to rapidly increase his strength. Combined with his ruthless nature, he racked up many achievements to get to where he was today.

When the mission to hunt down injured Cyan Yuan Sect disciples was posted in Tan City, he was the first to accept it. He hated not only Yang Chan but the entire Cyan Yuan Sect, and he was desperate for revenge.

Seeing Yang Chan now filled him with glee, for he finally had his chance to settle the score.

After killing these people, he could follow his orders and retreat directly to Yu State, back to the No-Life Evil Cult’s home turf.

This filled Wang Sheng with anticipation. He looked forward to obtaining an even more powerful Evil Skill in Yu State and continuing to grow stronger.

"The ’protecting’ you mentioned? You mean dumping your chores on me and making me do your work for you."

"So I’m supposed to help you just because you knelt? Am I your father? Even if I were your father, I wouldn’t help you if I didn’t feel like it. Why should I give a damn what you think?"

"Wang Sheng, do you know why nobody else wanted anything to do with you? It’s because you have zero self-awareness. Dealing with you is a waste of time, and it just means more work."

"To be so utterly shameless is a rare sight indeed."

A cold sneer appeared on Yang Chan’s face. Some people just aren’t worth the trouble, a lesson learned through repeated interactions.

To get more time to practice the Ox Demon’s Mighty Fist, Wang Sheng would deliberately push some of his work onto others. Since chores were assigned to a group rather than individuals, everyone would be punished if the work wasn’t finished.

This behavior naturally made people resentful, but they had no choice but to complete the work anyway. No one wanted to be punished.

And for him to call that "looking out" for Yang Chan... Yang Chan could only think that Wang Sheng could keep that kind of "care" for himself. The man was also extremely self-centered and had a volatile personality. Naturally, Yang Chan wanted to stay far away from someone so prone to causing trouble.

So, once he saw the man’s true colors, Yang Chan naturally kept his distance.

He wasn’t as naive as his body’s previous owner, who would’ve helped someone just because they made an empty promise like, "I’ll pull you up with me once I become an Official Disciple."

Yang Chan had plenty of life experience. Under normal circumstances, even a boss would have a hard time manipulating him. ’If I hadn’t been blinded by money in the end,’ he thought, ’I’d still be back in my old world, phone in hand, scrolling through short videos and practicing my own brand of wellness by looking at beautiful women.’

He could see right through a person like Wang Sheng. How could he possibly be fooled by such words?

"But I’m not surprised you want to kill me. Even back then, I sensed the killing intent in your eyes. I had a feeling you were the kind of person who shouldn’t be left alive, that you’d cause trouble sooner or later."

"You were lucky back then; I didn’t want to tarnish my reputation. But now you’re a fiend from the No-Life Evil Cult. Killing you is not only justified, it’s righteous."

Yang Chan looked at Wang Sheng, his eyes filled with killing intent.

For someone like him to rise up after leaving the sect, his luck must be extraordinary. He almost has the feel of a protagonist.

If he were to shout, "Are princes and generals destined by birth?" he’d fit the part perfectly.

As for this type of person, Yang Chan’s plan was to eliminate him as soon as possible, lest he get another chance to rise.

From the looks of it, Wang Sheng had overdrawn his future potential just to barely break through to External Refining Copper Skin. But for someone with powerful luck, some great fortuitous encounter could instantly repair his foundation. After that, his strength could advance by leaps and bounds.

Yang Chan had read plenty of novels with plots like that. ’This guy absolutely cannot be allowed to live,’ he thought. ’It’s best to kill him, and even better to leave no corpse behind—scatter his ashes to the wind, give him no chance to come back.’

’I just wonder if Souls exist in this world. If so, obliterating his would be even better.’