I Can Do Anything?-Chapter 19: The Souls Of Mortals.

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Xuan Wu clutches at his heart, ears pounding.

He takes a few steps back, almost falling in the process.

It would be a mistake not to mention his shock at this very moment.

"S—so that's why!"

The river of time around him keeps flowing, flashing, showing him every moment of Zhang Tai's life.

[...Due to the—the...the...]

At this very moment, Xuan Wu starts questioning his life. "Things are not really as they seem..." His vision slowly goes blurry, mind falling into the darkness around him.

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"Kid, are you okay?"

Gasp!

Xuan Wu opens his eyes, realising that he has fallen down. He is currently holding the wooden table for support. Wei Yin's hand clasps his shoulder, he looks worriedly at him.

"If you're not feeling okay, you should go home." Wei Yin continues, helping him up.

Xuan Wu looks around, the drunkard is still blabbering, spittle flying everywhere.

"Y-yeah, I think I'll go back to my peak." Xuan Wu bows to and thanks the janitor before leaving the pavilion, heading back to the Sword Peak.

Wei Yin stares at Xuan Wu's back as he exits, eyes narrowing.

"Why did he suddenly fall? It's as if he saw something that shook his whole world... eh, perhaps I'm just overthinking it." Wei Yin relaxes, turning back to the drunkard.

"Old Zhang, it's time you go home." He sits back down, finishing his cup of green tea.

"What are you even saying! Huh? You want this emperor to go home! Bah!"

After complaining for a little while, he gets bored and exits the pavilion.

Wei Yin stands up, picking his broom up. And then he starts sweeping the wooden floor. one sweep, two sweeps, three sweeps, and then he turns around, one sweep, two sweeps, three sweeps, turn around.

He stares at the setting sun. "What an interesting kid."

Under the same sun's rays, the Zero Mercy gang stands in front of the captive Dong Shui.

Ding Tao, with his hands behind his back questions Dong Shui. "Brat, we aren't afraid of your sect."

Tears fall down Dong Shui's face, though a pleasured smile sits on his face. "Y-you! P-please don't kill me..."

He sniffles, and then his eyes narrow, tears still falling, smile still plastered on his face. "You bastards better let me go or else!"

Xiao Ning laughs, licking blood off of his lips, he then takes another bite of the raw meat he is holding—possibly human flesh.

"Boy, are you scared or daring? or are you possessed? Hehe." He finishes the last piece of raw meat, licking his fingers.

A random gang member clutches at his stomach. There are levels to zero mercy.

A shaky breath escaped Dong Shui as he continued sobbing, Feng Zhi who was tied up next to him had nothing but pity in his eyes.

Feng Zhi looks up at Xiao Ning. "Sir... can you please let us go? We will surely pay you back!" His chest tightens, waiting for a response.

After what felt like an hour to Feng Zhi, Xiao Ning's eyes fell on him, and he felt something similar to dread for the first time.

These weren't the eyes of a human.

They were the eyes of a psychopath, someone who had no regard for human life, they were blank, cold, they stared at him with absolute silence. There was no light in his eyes.

Cold sweat falls down Feng Zhi's back. Even though he was the tallest here, he still felt like a wild rabbit being stared down by a lion, his breath was shallow.

"You... you still dare to make demands?" Xiao Ning, his stare still piercing Feng Zhi comments.

In that moment, Feng Zhi's entire body shudders. He feels something cold, metallic against his throat. A knife. A sharp, glinting knife against his throat.

Though it is not reality, he still holds his breath.

"Enough." Ding Tao speaks up.

"Even though we are aware of the heavenly laws, who is to say they won't punish us for trying to deceive them?"

Gao Hu glances at Dong Shui, and then at the shaking Feng Zhi. And then his eyes light up

"I have an idea!..."

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Ding Tao nods, a slight smirk creeping onto his face.

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The sun continues setting, no matter what is currently happening in the world, it continues setting. It sets over and over, marking a new night.

Xun Shi, who was separated from Liu Huan and is currently striking wood with his iron, looks at his sword. "It is time I return." An old man wearing purple robes smiles at him, waving goodbye.

Liu Huan, who was burned from the campfire looks towards the mountains, bandages wrapped around his face and body. "Three months has passed since we—since I had set out." His eyes, the only part not covered by bandages narrow.

Sect leader Gao Yong stares at the stone ground, a shattered mirror sitting next to him. Through the shards, a voice speaks to him. "Gao Yong. Your disciples should be returning right about now—"

"I know."

"Hehe, no need to be so rude."

Gao Yong sighs, and then serenity returns to his face as he stands up, walking out of his room.

"Remember your name, Gao Yong."

The shattered mirror lies there, broken yet its essence still remains.

Through all these moments, the Great Whirlwind sect still stands tall with its nine peaks.

The first peak, the Great Whirlwind Peak, where the main-grounds are.

The second peak, the Serenity Peak, existing to keep the calm essence of the sect.

The third peak, the Toughening Up Peak, the place that produces the soldiers of the sect.

The fourth peak, the Virility Peak, virility as in becoming a greater man for the sect.

The fifth peak, the Strength Peak, home of the body cultivators.

The sixth peak, the Clan Peak, a place where family ties and working together rule.

The seventh peak, the Sword Peak, home of the sword cultivators, pure and stoic.

The eighth peak, the Spear Peak, home to spear cultivators, sharp and unforgiving.

And finally, the ninth peak, the Righteous Peak, the core of the sect.

Together, all these nine peaks stand tall, symbolising the Great Whirlwind sect.

They make up thousands of disciples and dozens of elders.

But the ones who control the entire sect aren't the dozens of elders or even the sect leader.

It is The Elites.

The Elites are a group of elders who control the sect from the shadows, the sect leader is just the public figure of the sect.

The Elites have existed since the sect was first founded, they are said to be the descendants of the three founders.

Ghoul Ru, one of the elites, lies lazily on his stone bed, deep under the sect.

Xiang Lin, another elite elder, walks into Ghoul Ru's room.

He gurgles and burps, a nasty stench emanating from him, the air around him is green and filled with flies. The core of his left eye shifts from side to side, giving him a lost atmosphere.

"...Ghoul Ru, Gao Yong has been acting strange lately..." He burps once again, stomach fluttering and budging. "There has to be something wrong with him."

Ghoul Ru, his nose wrinkled and eyes shut in disgust responds. "Xiang Lin, I'll keep an eye on him."

"He... good." Xiang Lin exits the room, prompting Ghoul Ru to let a shaky breath out, his eyes rolling. "Heavens! What a stinkfest! Absolutely gross!"

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