LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 65: Worship
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Chapter 65: Worship
Yao Chen deeply sensed the confusion in Xiao Yan's heart but remained silent, not saying a word.
From the moment Xiao Yan decided to venture out for training, Yao Chen knew that a day like this would inevitably come.
Xiao Yan would come to an unforgettable realization—that the true difficulty in pursuing the righteous path did not lie within himself but in others.
There would always be people with whom reasoning was impossible. Resorting to force might eliminate those who caused problems, but it would never resolve the problem itself.
Xiao Yan stared blankly at the three headless corpses on the ground, then turned his head and gazed indifferently at the woman and the coachman on the carriage.
"Ah?!"
The woman remained unfazed under Xiao Yan's gaze, but the coachman, on the other hand, was terrified. His body involuntarily tensed up.
He was just an ordinary commoner who had never witnessed such a bloody and cruel scene before. Even though the ones who had met such a tragic fate were the bandits who had tried to rob him, he still couldn't suppress the feeling of aversion that arose toward Xiao Yan.
It wasn't directed at Xiao Yan personally, but rather at the instinctive fear of his actions.
Seeing the coachman trembling in extreme fear, a trace of clarity returned to Xiao Yan's eyes. He lowered his head in a daze, looking at the Heavy Xuan Ruler embedded in the ground and covered in fresh blood. His brows furrowed tightly as his gradually clearing mind began to reflect silently.
Was a righteous path that instilled fear in the weak still considered righteous?
Xiao Yan slowly lifted his head, looking at the coachman, whose eyes were filled with fear. He began to seriously ponder.
Why was he afraid?
Was it because I was too ruthless?
Xiao Yan guessed in his heart but felt that something was off.
If it was because of his brutality, the coachman should have only felt disgust.
After all, the three people he had just killed were bandits who intended to rob him and might have even taken his life. The coachman might not have felt joy, but at the very least, he should have been relieved.
Then why was he afraid of me?
Xiao Yan thought for a long time but couldn't find an answer.
Finally, he took a slight step forward, looked at the coachman, and slowly spoke.
"Excuse me—"
"Don't kill me!!!"
Before Xiao Yan could finish his sentence, the coachman had already curled up, clutching his head in horror, begging for mercy.
In that instant, it was as if Xiao Yan's mind had been struck by lightning—he suddenly understood.
So that's it...
What the coachman feared was not Xiao Yan himself but the power he possessed.
A power capable of instantly killing the bandits who had oppressed him—something the coachman himself could never resist.
Xiao Yan had hoped to use power to lead the bandits onto the righteous path, but in the end, all he did was make them worship power even more.
Even if they submitted to him, they would only submit to his strength, not to him as a person—let alone to the principles he spoke of.
Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, deeply frustrated with his own immaturity.
He had only thought about achieving the goal of righteousness, completely ignoring that the path to righteousness was just as important.
The righteous path must not be taken through shortcuts. Otherwise, even if the outcome was achieved, it would be empty in essence, and he would end up becoming just like those he despised.
Understanding this, Xiao Yan let out a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, and smiled gently at the coachman.
"Sir, it's all over now. Are you hurt anywhere?"
Hearing this, the coachman slowly raised his head and looked at Xiao Yan's kind expression. He was momentarily stunned and instinctively replied,
"N-No, I'm not hurt… not hurt at all…"
"Is that so? That's good."
Xiao Yan's smile became even brighter, so radiant that the coachman momentarily forgot how ruthless this young man had been just moments ago.
"It's getting dark soon. You should get on your way. Traveling at night is dangerous."
Xiao Yan's gentle reminder unknowingly eased the fear in the coachman's heart. The coachman hesitated before asking,
"Um… how about I give you a ride for a while? Consider it my thanks for your help."
"I appreciate your kindness," Xiao Yan smiled and waved his hand. "But I still have other things to take care of. Don't worry about me."
Since Xiao Yan had declined, the coachman didn't insist, especially considering Xiao Yan's strength—he was unlikely to encounter any real danger.
"Then… I'll be on my way. Be careful yourself."
"Mm, safe travels."
With Xiao Yan's smiling farewell, the coachman flicked the reins, and the carriage gradually disappeared into the distance.
Xiao Yan then turned back and gazed at the three headless corpses on the ground. His eyes flickered with thought before he pulled the Heavy Xuan Ruler from the ground and walked to the side of the road, near the forest. Using his ruler like a shovel, he began digging into the earth.
A few minutes later, three rectangular pits had been dug along the roadside. He then dragged the three corpses into the pits one by one and covered them with soil again.
After finishing, Xiao Yan found three similar-sized stones and placed them in front of each grave. Then, he clasped his hands together and started paying his respects.
"Why go through this unnecessary trouble?"
A woman's voice suddenly sounded in Xiao Yan's ear, startling him. He turned his head sharply and saw the cloaked woman from the carriage standing beside him.
When did she get here?!
Xiao Yan was shocked. Even though he had been sincerely paying his respects, he should have noticed if someone approached him!
There was only one explanation—this woman's strength far exceeded his own!
("Bingo~~~") Yao Chen's voice suddenly rang out in Xiao Yan's mind. ("From my initial assessment, this woman is likely a Dou Huang.")
A Dou Huang?!
Xiao Yan was startled. He knew there were several Dou Huangs in the Jia Ma Empire, but this was his first time encountering one!
Wait…
Suddenly, Xiao Yan realized something. He glanced at the three graves, his eyes filled with sympathy.
These bandits actually tried to rob a Dou Huang… you three really didn't die in vain.
Quickly calming his shock, Xiao Yan looked at the woman and raised an eyebrow.
"Why did you come back? Where's the coachman?"
"I was just curious about you in many ways," the woman replied softly. "As for the coachman, I let him go ahead."
"Now, answer my question. Why did you bother doing this?"
Hearing the question, Xiao Yan was silent for a while before replying calmly,
"No reason. I just couldn't bear to leave their corpses exposed in the wilderness."
Huh???
The woman looked at Xiao Yan with disbelief.
Who was the one who left them exposed in the first place? You even blasted their heads off!
Even though she herself would have killed the bandits, she still found it ironic for Xiao Yan to say "couldn't bear it."
"They were killed by you," the woman reminded.
"Yes, I won't deny that," Xiao Yan answered plainly. "And I would do it again if I had to. But what I said is also true. Once a person dies, all that remains is their body—whether they were good or evil, their body is proof that they once lived. If possible, it should be preserved. Even if no one remembers them, I hope they can be reborn as people worth remembering in their next life."
"…"
Hearing this, the woman fell silent.
This was the first time she had ever heard such a perspective.
It seemed that this young man was different—not just in strength but in his way of thinking.
Her curiosity about him deepened.
She removed her cloak, revealing an absolutely stunning face.
"I'm Yun Zhi. What's your name?"
Xiao Yan, unfazed by her beauty, calmly answered,
"I'm… Xiao Yan."
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End of chapter
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