Chapter 53: The Habit of Killing

Killing is the same.

Many things, once done often, gradually become routine.

Wang Sandong thought he had gotten used to killing.

But thinking that the person he was about to kill was his own second uncle, he felt in a daze that the threshold before him was like a great mountain.

Whether to cross this mountain seemed to hold great significance.

“Third Young Master.”

Xing Luo smiled slightly, her voice soft and sweet.

“Do you need this servant’s help to knock your uncle unconscious first?”

The implication was that Second Uncle Wang Zhongli inside the room was not currently unconscious.

So, he must have already heard this conversation, right?

Heh…

Yuan Di, Yuan Di.

Her intentions are truly vicious and insidious.

If he knocked his uncle unconscious, he wouldn’t have to face him directly; perhaps it would be better.

But…

Wang Sandong opened his mouth, almost letting out words of agreement.

He gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

“No, I… want to talk to Second Uncle.”

With that, he gritted his teeth, stepped forward boldly, and crossed the threshold.

In the room, a chain was tied around the neck of Wang Zhongli, who was seemingly leisurely drinking tea. Like a dog.

He put down his teacup, turned to look at Wang Sandong, and showed no surprise on his face.

It seemed he had indeed heard the conversation outside clearly.

Wang Sandong hesitated, then clasped his hands in greeting.

“Second Uncle.”

“Heh, good nephew.”

Wang Zhongli glanced at the black demonic qi between Wang Sandong’s fingers.

“The demonic arts you cultivate are quite miraculous, actually able to evade the detection of the ‘Xuan Needle.'”

Wang Sandong sighed.

“What did Yuan Di tell you?”

“Yuan Di? Heh…”

Wang Zhongli poured tea for himself and smiled.

“Does it matter? Nothing matters to a man about to die, right?”

He downed another cup of tea, looked at Wang Sandong, and said, “Child, you are a member of my Wang family. How did you end up on the path of a demonic cultivator?”

Wang Sandong was silent.

He answered truthfully, “If I hadn’t cultivated demonic arts, I would have died already.”

“If you were going to die, then so be it! How can you stoop to any means just to survive?”

Wang Zhongli slammed his teacup on the table angrily.

With a crack, the cup shattered.

His once smiling face instantly turned sorrowful and indignant.

“How heroic was my eldest brother! How did he give birth to such a cowardly, survival-obsessed child like you?”

“Cowardly, survival-obsessed?”

Wang Sandong snorted coldly, his voice somber.

“It was this cowardly, survival-obsessed person who once risked his life to absorb the demonic qi from my father!”

He didn’t mention the extraction of his spiritual root because Xing Luo was outside.

“Your father raised you with kindness. It was your duty to risk your life to save him! Is that something to brag about?”

Wang Zhongli roared.

Kindness of raising…

Kindness of treating someone as a disposable tool?

Wang Sandong laughed in anger.

He looked at Wang Zhongli and asked softly, “Does a pig in a sty need to thank its master for feeding it?”

At these words, Wang Zhongli was stunned.

He seemed both confused and shocked.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing!”

Wang Sandong’s voice was very cold.

He exhaled and asked, “Second Uncle, was it you who did that thing on that rainy night?”

“Hmph! Yes!”

Wang Zhongli admitted it very frankly.

“Why?”

“Because the demonic qi couldn’t harm you. That was too strange,” Wang Zhongli said.

“Hmph.”

“Ha! Then let me go and turn yourself in.”

“You don’t intend to release me, so why the hypocrisy?”

Wang Sandong was speechless.

“Second Uncle, I didn’t want to kill you.”

Wang Zhongli’s tone carried mockery.

He looked at Wang Sandong, his eyes not showing any fear of death, but rather pity that Wang Sandong had fallen into demonic cultivation.

“Child, your second uncle’s life doesn’t matter. After being captured by Yuan Di last night, I never planned to live. But… child, nothing should be an excuse for you to fall into the demonic path.”

Wang Sandong sighed, “I have no choice.”

Before Wang Zhongli could speak, he added, “Because I don’t want to die.”

Wang Zhongli asked, “Will the demonic arts you cultivate allow you to live?”

“Yes.”

“Is living like an animal meaningful?”

Wang Sandong pursed his lips and didn’t answer.

The word “animal” was a bit harsh, but he had no rebuttal.

“You can’t bear to kill your second uncle. That shows your conscience isn’t completely lost,” Wang Zhongli said with a heavy tone.

“Rest assured, aside from your second uncle, no one in the family suspects you’re a demonic cultivator. I haven’t mentioned my suspicions and tests to anyone either. After you kill me, abandon your cultivation, cut off ties with demonic cultivators, and you’ll still be a fine son of the Wang family!”

Wang Sandong gave a bitter smile.

He looked at Wang Zhongli, his eyes filling with more and more pity.

Sometimes, pity doesn’t mean soft-heartedness; instead, it’s more like finality.

“The demonic path is an evil road. You must not sink deeper…”

As Wang Zhongli spoke, he noticed the pity in Wang Sandong’s eyes.

He paused and sighed in disappointment.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed bitterly and said, “Yuan Di is far from a good person. She will certainly harm you in the future. Be cautious and don’t trust her easily. That woman… is not really female.”

Wang Sandong pressed his lips tightly and nodded.

“I’m afraid you will be greatly grieved. Sorry to your father.”

Wang Sandong closed his eyes, a blurry figure appearing in his mind.

By the Junlin River outside Fengyue Tower.

Painted pleasure boats drifted with the current on the river.

Wang Sandong stood by the railing, gazing blankly at the water.

Yuan Di arrived gracefully and stood with him, watching the river.

She smiled and asked, “Did you kill them all?”

“Them” referred to Wang Zhongli and the famous doctor of Xiang Cheng.

After killing Wang Zhongli, Xing Luo had also brought the famous doctor, who was originally about to return to Xiang Cheng.

The doctor’s silver needle technique was indeed formidable.

Even Mr. Yi, who had inherited the true art of the Spring-Returning Hand, fell short.

Yuan Di looked at Wang Sandong’s pale profile and comforted him, “You’ll get used to it gradually.”

Get used to it?

Wang Sandong sighed, “You really know how to comfort people.”

Get used to killing his own relatives?

Yuan Di laughed and added, “You should feel lucky.”

“How so?”

“Lucky that the person you killed today was only your second uncle, not your cousin, and certainly not your elder brother.”

Yuan Di paused briefly, then added, “Nor your biological parents.”

Wang Sandong had no reply.

Yuan Di raised her hand and patted Wang Sandong on the shoulder.

“But… it’s only a matter of time.”

“Get lost!”

Wang Sandong said.

Yuan Di’s expression turned cold.

“And if I don’t?”

Wang Sandong was in a foul mood, bad enough that he wasn’t afraid to die.

He turned sideways to look at Yuan Di, his gaze falling on her rosy lips.

He felt a sudden urge to tease her.

So he took a step forward.

Yuan Di turned to face him.

Wang Sandong took another step, pressing close against Yuan Di’s body.

Yuan Di gripped the railing, restraining the impulse to step back or kick Wang Sandong away.

But facing Wang Sandong’s lips so close to hers, she couldn’t help leaning her neck back slightly.

“Hmph, what are you afraid of?”

Wang Sandong challenged.

As he spoke, his breath hit Yuan Di’s face.

“Afraid? I find you disgusting!”

Yuan Di turned her head slightly, noticing the sidelong glances from passersby on the street, and whispered threateningly, “Are you looking for death?”

At the very least…

If there weren’t so many people, she would definitely have struck.

Her toes shifted, but she still held back the malicious urge to use her knee to cripple Wang Sandong’s manhood.

“Ha!”

Wang Sandong couldn’t help laughing.

He seriously wondered if his mind was twisted, because he actually enjoyed teasing Yuan Di.

Making that notorious demon lord embarrassed and furious seemed to give him a special sense of accomplishment.

“Before I transform…”

Wang Sandong leaned closer as Yuan Di leaned back.

“I must sleep with you!”

Saying things like that could not only disgust Yuan Di but also make her lose her composure.

Yuan Di didn’t like arguing with a brat.

But if this brat was being pushy, she really couldn’t stand it.

Yuan Di replied darkly, “The moment you transform, I’ll satisfy you immediately!”

Wang Sandong pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes hazy as he stared into Yuan Di’s eyes.

“You… reacted.”

With that, he laughed and turned to leave.

Reacted?

What reaction?

Yuan Di was first confused, then shocked, her expression changing.

No way?!

Impossible?!

After secretly checking, she realized Wang Sandong was talking nonsense.

Not at all!

She let out a long breath.

Watching the departing carriage, Yuan Di’s expression was gloomy, her mood irritable.

After a long silence, she sighed again.

“So, lack of experience nearly made me lose my composure. That’s understandable.”

Though she had been through many battles, she had never been teased like this before.

She felt that although her cultivation was supreme and she was well-traveled, she had never discovered that this little brat was so good at flirting.

Could it be an accident too?

Anyway, she would have to be more cautious when facing this little brat in the future.

Not cautious.

That’s not right either.

“Soul Hooking” wasn’t like this.

The word “hook” never meant “seduce.”

The image of Wang Sandong’s aggressive stance earlier came back to her mind.

Yuan Di raised her hand and patted her forehead.

Why did she have an uneasy feeling of “raising a tiger to bring disaster”?

But theoretically, whether now or in the future, Wang Sandong could never become a “tiger.”

At best, he was just a cat.

A sickly cat at that.

Now, this cat was hurt and licking its wounds in the carriage.

In his mind, the life of Second Uncle Wang Zhongli flashed by quickly.

Wang Sandong shed tears.

He realized that sixteen years ago, his second uncle had once angrily rebuked Wang Zhongyi:

“Brother, exchanging your younger son’s life for your elder son’s life—such cruelty and ruthlessness are no different from a demon!”

On the driver’s seat, Wang Tong heard the sound of low sobbing from inside the carriage.

He didn’t know what was happening and was full of panic.

He wanted to comfort the young master or ask why he was sad, but in the end, he held back and said nothing.

Without strength, asking would be useless.