I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong-Chapter 67 - 62: Mortals Can Also Attain the Dao, Why Must Parents Be Immortals?

"Young man, your cultivation is not strong, yet your intent to kill is heavy!"

Inside the main room, an old voice resounded.

Tian Lin looked over, but it was hard to make out any figures in the darkened main room.

Only the old voice said, "Xing Shanping, you have always been so bold, daring to venture into my valley alone. I’m not sure whether to praise you or to laugh at you."

Xing Shanping pushed Tian Lin in front of him aside and strode towards the main room.

Several Outer Disciples followed closely behind, cautiously glancing at the wooden houses on both sides.

Tian Lin followed closely behind Xing Shanping and soon saw several figures emerge from some dimly lit wooden houses.

These people were all wearing Yao Yue Sect’s robes, including both old and middle-aged men.

The expressions of the Outer Disciples following Xing Shanping all changed, but Tian Lin remained calm.

It wasn’t that he was braver than the other Outer Disciples, but because he had guessed that these individuals from the Wang Family were disciples sent by the Yao Yue Sect and likely had at least the eighth tier of Qi Refinement—

But these alone were not enough to frighten Tian Lin hidden behind Xing Shanping.

"Wang Chengfeng, Wang Ruyu, Wang Qingyun, Wang Huan?"

Xing Shanping pointed out each of the Outer Disciples’ names and asked, "Have you all cultivated Blood True Qi?"

The leading elder stood out and said, "Brother Xing, among the disciples currently in our Wang Family, except for Wang Xing, everyone has cultivated Blood True Qi."

Xing Shanping’s face turned iron blue and said, "I remember you were also from the Law Enforcement Hall and a disciple of the guarding sect, how come you know the law yet violate it?"

He had barely finished speaking when one of the middle-aged men among the Wang Family’s disciples stepped forward, his face filled with anger:

"What law violation? The law of Zhao Country, or our Wang Family’s law, or is it just your Yao Yue Sect’s law? Zhao Country’s territory is narrow, and your Yao Yue Sect is stingy—

We joined Yao Yue Sect seeking immortality, and we only get one or two Low Grade Spirit Stones per month. How could these one or two Low Grade Spirit Stones help us in our cultivation? Since Yao Yue Sect refuses to provide us with Spirit Stones, what’s wrong with us finding our own way to cultivate Blood True Qi?"

Xing Shanping’s face turned cold and he said, "The Blood Sect’s practice of using people for Alchemy is something that Zhao Country and all sects absolutely do not tolerate; your cultivation of Blood True Qi, moreover, goes against the heavenly principles—do you admit your guilt?"

This remark instead provoked resentment among the Wang Family’s disciples, one of whom sneered:

"What heavenly principle? We also want to cultivate the great Dao of heaven and earth, but you immortals stubbornly hoard the top-grade Spells, giving us no chance to comprehend the heavenly Dao—

Now that we have found our own way, you criticize it as deviant and refuse to let us cultivate it. If our cultivation is wrong, it’s because you so-called advocates of the heavenly Dao forced us into this."

Xing Shanping’s face turned pale and he opened his mouth, momentarily lost for words.

The Outer Disciples looked at each other, and seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, Tian Lin stepped forward and stood behind Xing Shanping to speak:

"Yao Yue Sect won’t let you cultivate top-grade Spells; is it right for you to use mortals for Alchemy?"

If Xing Shanping had said these words, those Wang Family disciples might still have argued on the basis of reason.

But the speaker was Tian Lin, whom they had never seen before, and one of the Wang Family disciples angrily retorted:

"Whose inexperienced brat are you? Have you forgotten that you also originate from a sect family, yet you speak for the mortals and Yao Yue Sect’s Immortal Seed?"

"I am from Huahua Lang and now an Outer Disciple of Yao Yue Sect. If I don’t speak for mortals and Yao Yue Sect, am I supposed to speak for you oppressors?"

Tian Lin did not wish to argue with these people further and said from behind Xing Shanping:

"Brother, thousands of eyes from sect family disciples are watching outside the mountain valley. If we don’t take severe action against the Wang Family today, wouldn’t other families follow their example tomorrow?"

"Good boy, seeking your death!"

The eldest of the Wang Family cursed, his finger jabbing towards Tian Lin across the space.

Xing Shanping, who had been frowning in thought, now raised his head and with a gentle sweep of his hand scattered the forceful finger attack.

Then came a sound of ’bang bang bang’ as the Wang Family members hiding in the wooden houses on both sides rushed out.

Tian Lin and the others each stood their ground looking at those Wang Family members emerging from the wooden houses, shocked by what lay behind them—

In the wide-open doorways of the wooden houses, bodies hung like cured meat.

These corpses were of all ages, covered in buzzing flies all over.

For a moment, Tian Lin couldn’t tell whether those coming out from the wooden houses were members of the Wang Family or merely a swarm of Wang Family’s flies.

"Good riddance!"

Xing Shanping finally lost his patience, his hand slapping the Storage Bag, and in an instant, a rope flew towards one of the Wang Family disciples.

He then raised his hand to strike, and one of the Wang Family disciples who stepped forward to attack him instantly turned into an ice sculpture.

Despite the Wang Family appearing to have the upper hand in numbers, in reality, they stood no chance against an opponent of the twelfth-tier of qi refinement.

"Cangming!"

Xing Shanping let out a low shout, his sword swiftly unsheathed from his back.

As the sword was drawn, the air around suddenly grew colder.

Tian Lin frowned, noticing that snowflakes seemed to be dancing in the sky.

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Whether it was an illusion or reality, snowflakes gently fell, instantly freezing the swarming arrogant flies into chunks, dropping to the ground like hail.

"Enough, Xing Shanping, spare those who have not refined Blood True Qi!"

The aged voice echoed again in the room, followed by a white-haired old man wearing a scholar’s hat stepping out.

This white-haired old man hardly resembled a Cultivator, but Tian Lin saw the fear clearly etched on the faces of the fellow sect disciples who accompanied him.

Tian Lin realized that this old man might very well be Elder Wang from the Wang Family.

He discreetly stepped back, drawing his knife while reaching for the Godspeed Talisman inside his jacket.

"Fine, I can spare those who haven’t cultivated Blood True Qi. As for you, do you still plan to resist with others?"

Xing Shanping didn’t hold back, his flying sword still rotating in the air.

"Me? Since the day I joined the Blood Sect, I knew I’d likely die. Resist? I’ve already seen Elder He’s immortal crane—against a Foundation Establishment ancestor, how dare I resist?"

After finishing his words, the old man looked towards the Wang Family people on the ground:

"When I first taught you to cultivate Blood True Qi, I mentioned that death might be imminent. Now that death is upon us, are you still willing to follow me to the end?"

Someone stepped forward, brandishing a knife and shouting, "Ancestor, why should we die, let’s fight them—"

He was cut off mid-sentence when the old man gestured and pulled him across the air.

The man couldn’t free himself from the old man’s palm suction.

Kicking and screaming, his body quickly shriveled up, eventually turning into a desiccated corpse at the old man’s feet.

The old man’s complexion looked especially rosy at that moment, looking down at the people and saying, "What do you all say?"

Those who did not want to die were shocked into silence for a moment.

But those of the Wang Family unafraid of death muttered: "Even a mortal can achieve Dao, who says parents must be immortals? Breaking the theory of Spirit Roots, proving the words of True Blood..."

They crazily recited the words, pulling daggers from their waists and began disemboweling and slitting their throats.

In an instant, Wang Family members fell like cut wheat, one after another.

At that moment, a noise came from inside the house. Following which Wang Xing, while undoing the iron chains on his body, stumbled out.

He knelt before Xing Shanping, pleading, "Brother Xing, please spare my family."

Xing Shanping furiously said, "If they have violated sect rules, how can there be any leniency?"

Wang Xing, likely knowing he couldn’t persuade Xing Shanping, knelt before the old man: "Ancestor, let the family stop the suicide, admit our guilt and ask Brother Xing to spare our lives."

The old man patted Wang Xing’s head, saying, "Silly boy, just stay in the Yao Yue Sect, why bother returning?"

Wang Xing wept, "All my clan are dying, how can I stay in the sect?"

"You haven’t cultivated Blood True Qi, the Law Enforcement Hall of Yao Yue Sect won’t trouble you. My boy, live on, take care of the surviving clan members."

Wang Xing just wept bitterly, and at that time the old man looked up at Xing Shanping:

"Xing Shanping, I know you are impartial and do not harm the innocent; now that we are dead, can you guarantee that the captured women and children of the Wang Family will be safe?"

Xing Shanping said, "As long as they haven’t violated sect rules, my Law Enforcement Hall will protect them."

"Good, I trust you. There’s no need for you to take action, I’ve put the Wang Family’s assets into a Storage Bag already, let me hand it to you for you to take back to the sect!"

After he spoke, he pulled out a knife and Storage Bag from Wang Xing’s waist.

In one quick motion, he slashed his own throat and returned the knife to Wang Xing’s sheath, then stepped in front of Xing Shanping, handing over his decapitated head.

Xing Shanping, undeterred by the mess, wrapped the head with a cloth from the Storage Bag, and then placed the head back into the bag.

The old man, now headless, finally crumpled to the ground.

Wang Xing stood up gazing over the courtyard full of bodies, and the headless corpse of the old man, and wept bitterly on the ground.

Xing Shanping frowned and said to several sect disciples, "Take Wang Xing and those of the Wang Family who are still alive back to the sect."

Once he finished speaking, he strode out of the valley.

Tian Lin followed, and said to Xing Shanping, "Elder Brother, do you really intend to keep the Wang Family people?"

Xing Shanping turned around, his look at Tian Lin was fierce:

"I’ve heard you’re on good terms with a supervisor from Lianshui Peak, who died at the hands of the Blood Sect, hence your hatred for the entire Wang Family?"

Tian Lin shook his head, no longer trying to persuade.

He had thought this trip from the sect would involve great battles, but didn’t expect the battle had actually concluded half a month ago.

The families brought by the influential families in the valley had already intimidated the Wang Family.

With the presence of Elder He and Xing Shanping’s formidable strength, the trip appeared calm and safe.

He hated the Blood Sect, not just for Han Li’s death, but also because the cultivation methods of the Blood Sect not only threatened mortals but posed a great threat to all Cultivators.

It seems Zhao Country and various sects banned the Blood Sect not necessarily out of justice for mortals, but fear that the Blood Sect, in their advanced stages, would use Cultivators for their Alchemy practices.

Tian Lin didn’t hate the Wang Family that much, and his reminder to Xing Shanping was to tell him.

Whether these remnants of the Wang Family will seek revenge on Yao Yue Sect in the future is another matter.

By sparing them, if they secretly continue cultivating Blood True Qi, wouldn’t it mean tumultuous days ahead for the lands under Yao Yue Sect’s jurisdiction?