Chapter 585: Chapter 592: Talking about What Damn Taoist Feeling of Right and Evil? (Second update)
Everyone looked at Yang Zhen and the Ghost Pill Master with shock and uncertainty. From their very first encounter, each word and action seemed like a joust, and any outrageous or illogical actions ultimately proved to be strategic moves.
Particularly Yang Zhen, who acted so flippantly that it was hard to tell if he was here to compete with the highly respected Ghost Pill Master or make a mockery of him. Despite this, the Ghost Pill Master revealed his treasured skull furnace, clearly showing he took Yang Zhen seriously.
However, the crowd couldn’t see what made Yang Zhen noteworthy enough for the Ghost Pill Master to give him such consideration.
Especially amusing was when Yang Zhen’s childish shout nearly scared the Ghost Pill Master into dropping his skull furnace. This left the crowd both laughing and lamenting, giving rise to the illusion that they were not watching a competition between two Alchemy Grandmasters, but instead a farce performed by two novices.
Having said that, when the Ghost Pill Master unleashed his terrifying power, it gave the crowd quite the fright.
His horrifying aura and the sky filled with swirling blood waves sent a chill down everyone’s spine. The Ghost Pill Master’s words also jolted everyone present, landing like a powerful blow to their minds.
The dogma of right and wrong has always been firmly established since time immemorial. This is the first rule of the universe that everyone learns when they embark on the path of cultivation. According to the Ghost Pill Master, however, if evil exists in this world, there must be a reason for its existence. Hence, the dichotomy of right and wrong is merely a label created by humans.
Who defines what is right and what is wrong? Isn’t it all based on human judgement?
The Ghost Pill Master was clearly distorting the truth, but he was impossible to refute. For a while, everyone experienced a moment of bewilderment.
Just then, everyone heard Yang Zhen’s words. He called the Ghost Pill Master a fool, pulling everyone back from the verge of absurdity.
Could what the Ghost Pill Master said be wrong?
Evil has persisted in this world throughout history; if it shouldn’t exist, why hasn’t it completely vanished?
All eyes turned towards Yang Zhen, including the Lords of the two sacred lands who were also observing him intently.
A horrible smile crossed the Ghost Pill Master’s face as he mockingly said to Yang Zhen, “What? Did I say something wrong?”
Yang Zhen uttered something indistinct, casually setting up his Skull Furnace as he lightly said, “Yes, you’re absolutely right!”
On hearing this, the crowd exchanged baffled looks, unsure of what Yang Zhen was planning. He had just called the Ghost Pill Master a fool, but still admitted he was right. So was the Ghost Pill Master right or wrong?
The Ghost Pill Master burst into laughter, brimming with confidence, as he stared intently at Yang Zhen and said, “If that’s the case, then you’ve already lost!”
Boom—!
A thunderous explosion echoed in mid-air, blood waves rolled, monstrous roars rang out, and terrifying ghost faces swelled in the wind. Their menacing aura didn’t disperse, instead it aimed straight at the hearts of the spectators.
As cultivators in pursuit of the Tao, their state of mind was of utmost importance. If disrupted, it could lead to lingering instability, which could strike at any moment, leading them to irreversible ruin.
At this point, the Ghost Pill Master’s aura was overwhelming, and no matter from which angle you saw it, it seemed like Yang Zhen had fallen into a disadvantage.
Little Fatty turned pale, staring blankly at Yang Zhen, murmuring, “No way, has he given up? Does he even know what a Blood-drinking Pill is? The Ghost Pill Master plans to refine a pill using all his vital essence, aiming to kill him, consigning him to eternal damnation. This is ruthlessness of the highest order, but why… why is this happening?”
Why?
This was the question on everyone’s mind, and this uncertainty was intensifying their anxiety.
According to the rumors, Yang Zhen was always quick with his witty responses; he could make white seem black with his words, so how did he end up at a disadvantage in response to the Ghost Pill Master’s statement?
Fang Zhongjian sneaked a glance at Li Cangxu and the Heavenly Spring Saint Lord, his face brimming with triumph.
Yang Zhen is not that simple?
What a joke, Yang Zhen was just a foul-mouthed individual whose irritating sarcasm drove people nuts. In the true pursuit of Daoism, how could he possibly compare to the Ghost Pill Master, who faced constant criticism yet remained an undisputed figure feared by all?
Almost every cultivator despised, yet feared, the Ghost Pill Master. His calm amidst the storm was something very few could match.
Even Yang Zhen was no match for him!
Yang Zhen might have been stronger than the Ghost Pill Master in terms of power or even alchemy, but breaking the Ghost Pill Master’s mental state was absolutely impossible!
Seeing the confusion in the eyes of the Heavenly Spring Saint Lord and Li Cangxu, Fang Zhongjian’s smile bloomed like a chrysanthemum!
The Ghost Pill Master burst into laughter, his aura engulfing the entire alchemy arena, making Yang Zhen seem like a rootless duckweed adrift in the vast ocean, seemingly on the brink of being swept away and forever lost.
Once the Ghost Pill Master’s pill was successfully formed, it would mean the loss of Yang Zhen’s life force, and his death on the spot.
A look of excitement spread on Fang Zhongjian’s face as he closely watched the unfolding drama. His smile was almost cruel. The fact that he could prove he wasn’t wrong in front of the Heavenly Spring Saint Lord and Li Cangxu, who had always bested him in all aspects, gave him a sense of exhilaration even greater than personally killing Yang Zhen.
However, at that moment, Yang Zhen’s mumbling words spread around. The moment he spoke, the entire alchemy field fell into silence. Even amidst the surging waves of blood from mid-air and the roars of fierce beasts, everyone clearly heard Yang Zhen’s words.
“Never argue with a moron, or you’ll become one too. That’s so bloody true…” Yang Zhen said carefully, placing the alchemy furnace on the alchemy platform, as if he was putting a beloved personal adornment of his woman.
Clang!
The skull from the Ghost Pill Master’s hand fell and shattered on the ground.
Hearing this sound, everyone’s face froze as they slowly turned their eyes to the Ghost Pill Master.
Wide-eyed, Little Fatty looked at the cracked skull on the ground, and murmured, “Never argue with a moron, or you’ll become one too? For fuck’s sake, simple yet profound!”
A befuddled Fang Zhongjian looked at the skull furnace on the ground and froze, “No, impossible, how can this be?”
“Yang Zhen!!!”
The Ghost Pill Master’s eyes turned bloodshot. With a roar, his body exploded, sending countless bugs rushing towards Yang Zhen. Amid his roars, he turned into a fearsome beast, letting out trembling roars. The surging waves of blood filled the sky, and the violent atmosphere was almost horrifying.
“Presumptuous!”
Elder Huo from the border of Heavenly Snow Holy Domain became angry. He stood up, wanting to rush towards the Ghost Pill Master but was stopped by the Heavenly Snow Saint Lord, who said, “Wait!”
Just as the Ghost Pill Master abandoned the match in frustration and rushed towards Yang Zhen, roaring amidst the bellowing beast, prepared to swallow Yang Zhen in one gulp, Yang Zhen made a slight movement. A series of illusions formed before his feet.
The first Yang Zhen was correcting his alchemy furnace, the second Yang Zhen placed a gnawed Earth Store Root, the third Yang Zhen ignited the Golden Lotus Heavenly Fire in his hands, burning away the chaff of a Heavenly Fragrance Fruit. The Fourth Yang Zhen…
A series of Yang Zhens, each with a different action, for a moment, it seemed as if countless Yang Zhens were refining pills. At the same time, Yang Zhen’s words resounded,
“Dogs eat shit, wolves eat meat, Ultraman fights monsters. In this world, it is a food chain of predators and prey. Humans are just one of them and have no right to judge good and evil.”
Hum——!
A series of glorious golden lights suddenly emerged from Yang Zhen’s conjured images, blasting off with incredible momentum. One of Yang Zhens lifted his head to look at the bloody beast, a pitiful smile on his face.
“Do you know where you went wrong?”
Where did they go wrong?
Everyone’s expressions tightened as they looked at Yang Zhen with a keen gaze.
Among the people present, only a few shook all over when they heard Yang Zhen’s words.
Heavenly Snow Saint Lord and Heavenly Spring Saint Lord looked at each other from a distance. One showed an unexpected joy whilst the other’s face was terribly sullen.
Little Fatty stared blankly before turning to look at Li Cangxu who had an explosion of light in his eyes, looking at Yang Zhen almost crazily.
“The so-called good and evil exist naturally in this world. You made a mistake believing that only some idiots think it’s man-made. Righteousness is right, evil is evil. This is natural order. You can’t define it, neither can I, nor can the Heavenly King. Sadly…”
As he said this, Yang Zhen’s body burst into a wave of energy. On his alchemy platform, all the materials entered the alchemy furnace according to their categories.
“Sadly, you have not stepped out of your subjective world. What are you pretending to be a big shot in front of the Sao Saint for? What kind of bullshit right and wrong, Taoist feeling are you talking about?”
Upon hearing this, several people present stood up abruptly, staring at Yang Zhen in shock.
Yang Zhen laughed out loud, “Scumbag cat, BGM!”
“Damn, finally it’s my turn to appear. Kid, that speech was on point!”
The scumbag cat jumped out, beatboxing a series of rhythms, shaking its head and tail, and moved to the rhythm with Space Steps towards the alchemy platform, “Exciting!”
“Look back… pick, when the ghost knife appears, you can’t see, move, move… “