"No!"

Fei Qianchi looked up, his black eyes held a strong hint of evil within them. His white hair softly moved as a wind was conjured around them.

"Qianchi, you can deal with those that you want. The rein is yours." Zhao Weiming took it easy, battling against three people. With Tian Sichan, Zhu Luishui, and Hou Mengshu surrounding him, he was the only one who still looked neat and tidy.

On Fei Qianchi's side, his robes were a bit messy. As the blood in his hand dripped to the ground, a sigil was formed, imprinting a vermillion mark upon his head.

"Deal with everyone else. Give me Tian Sichan." With Fei Qianchi's words, a black rope snatched and tied everyone surrounding him up.

"Qianchi! You can't do this!" Qi Meiyao was wrapped tightly with the rope cutting into her skin. She struggled as she was tossed to the ground, a few demonic cultivators surrounding them.

Zhu Longwang grunted, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His purple eyeswatched as Fei Qianchi slowly walked towards Zhao Weiming. The man's eyes were crazy, Zhu Longwang bowed his head, hiding his expression.

Zhao Weiming, having heard Fei Qianchi's words, immediately smacked Tian Sichan towards him.

As Zhu Luishui and Hou Mengshu rushed to help Tian Sichan, Zhao Weiming got in their way, "Your opponent is me, not him."

Zhu Luishui's eyes flashed, his sword was flung to the side.

Tian Sichan coughed out blood, "What went wrong?"

Fei Qianchi blinked with a sneer, "What went wrong? Nothing. I merely discovered that this way of cultivation suited me better. I wanted revenge. Master, you have helped me, I won't forget that. But... some roads have to be severed fully." Fei Qianchi lifted his sword, pointing towards Tian Sichan. "Master, let this be the ending to our master-disciple ties."

Tian Sichan wiped the blood from his mouth, standing tall as he grasped his sword. There was a lift on his lips, "Alright, so be it then. I have been your Master for over 500 years, but even I wasn't able to help you to the fullest I could. Looking back, perhaps it was my mistake."

Tian Sichan glanced to the side, "You are my fifth disciple, the one who I had the most expectations for. What is that has caused your Qi to go berserk like this? All these years, you've been a role model for your junior sister. You led the Fushui Sect to greater glory. Tell me, Qianchi, why have you become like this?" Even with his core damaged, Tian Sichan stood tall.

Fei Qianchi stared, long and cold as he heard these words. Even so, the sneer on his face did not disappear. "Greater glory?" He scoffed. "Of course, who wouldn't go mad like I have? I've lived my whole life being mistreated. My father killed my mother and wanted to kill me. I killed them all. Even in the sect, there are still people who mistreat me. I sought for love and was still betrayed. Since I'm already evil, I will fully embrace it. If being evil signifies who I am, then I will give myself up!"

He knew that he had lost his mind now. The demonic energy was taking over him. It was a scary feeling as he held Siwang, walking towards Tian Sichan.

"Don't talk too much. Death is assured for you no matter what." As Fei Qianchi said this, his body moved. Jumping off the ground, his sword struck hard against Tian Sichan's.

Tian Sichan's feet were embedded into the ground, fighting to stay still. Fei Qianchi wasted no time to attack, his sword slamming hard as he also dodged.

Tian Sichan furrowed his brows.

"To kill him, wait for the perfect moment. When he is distracted, stab your sword deep into his heart. Immortal or not, he will still die."

Fei Qianchi listened, a darker light shining in his eyes.

The two exchanged moves, their bodies moving fast, dodging and attacking with relentless moves.

It didn't take long for blood to be shed.

Even with blood on his body, Fei Qianchi smiled brightly.

At that moment, Fu Huayan's voice was heard, screaming with panic. "Mengshu!"

Tian Sichan turned to the side, startled. In that moment, he saw his first disciple fall to the ground with Zhao Weiming standing over his body. Zhao Weiming smiled, laughing as he held a golden core in his hand, shining with a brilliant light.

Hou Mengshu was dead. Just like that, the first life was taken. A man that Fei Qianchi revered was now lost because of him.

Fei Qianchi, catching that Tian Sichan was distracted, slammed his sword hard, a dark light stabbing into Tian Sichan.

Tian Sichan turned around, his eyes widening as he tried to dodge. Unfortunately, he was already injured from fighting with Zhao Weiming.

In less than a second, Siwang stabbed straight through Tian Sichan's heart. The man held the black sword, blood spilling from his mouth as he looked at Fei Qianchi.

Fei Qianchi stared, long and hard, blood splattered on his face. With that, he pulling his sword out, blood spilled from Tian Sichan's wound.

Tian Sichan smiled exasperatedly. "It was my fault. I did not teach you well enough. This... thus... is my... fault." With his robe dyed red, he slowly collapsed. By his side, his sword slowly broke into fragments, vanishing with the death of its owner.

Tian Sichan closed his eyes as his body dropped.

"Master! No, no, no, please, Master! Wake up!" Zhang Bingmei's piercing voice broke through the noise, crying out in a loud sound.

"Fei Qianchi, how could you?! Possessed or not, how could you have killed our master? How could you just kill the man who practically raised you, the man who taught you everything he knew? How could you betray him like that?!" Fu Huayan's voice was like a thunder bolt.

Fei Qianchi felt his heart stab in pain.

"Shhhh, I'll take over now. You've done well. Just let me use your body."

With that, Fei Qianchi felt himself lose control of his body. He couldn't see, but he heard it clearly.

There were countless voices in the air. He heard his name being called, he heard desperate shouts, but he didn't see anything.

A deep emotion suddenly entered his heart.

Fei Qianchi relished in the blood spilled, the demonic energy ran even more wild within his body.

At that moment, he suddenly became conscious. Before him, Qi Meiyao stood with a sad smile on her face.

"Senior Brother." Qi Meiyao cracked out, her lips trembling.

Fei Qianchi looked around. On the ground, Zhang Bingmei and Zhang Zaifan's body laid, blood spilling from their bodies. Hou Mengshu and Tian Sichan were already dead, their bodies lifeless. Fu Huayan was battered, holding her bleeding arm as she stumbled backwards.

Zhao Weiming had Zhu Luishui and Zhu Longwang occupied, binding them from interfering with Fei Qianchi, using a seal to create an array, blocking them out.

Blood spilled from Qi Meiyao's mouth, her bright eyes were now dull.

"Is this the ending?" Qi Meiyao glanced at the fallen bodies of people who were family to her. "Perhaps there is no one to blame." She sighed, gasping in pain.

Fei Qianchi felt a bit of consciousness return to him. His head was now much clearer. He raised his sword, walking over to Qi Meiyao.

Qi Meiyao didn't struggle, she stood in place as the sword was lifted in the air. She closed her eyes, waiting for her death.

Fei Qianchi absentmindedly lifted the sword, an emptiness spreading within him. He almost hesitated as he held Siwang. But still, his sword was thrusted towards Qi Meiyao's chest.

Qi Meiyao stumbled back from the impact, grasping the blade with her small hands. She smiled as tears fell from her eyes, blood falling from her mouth.

"Senior Brother, I hope that when you wake and realize what you've done, I hope that you won't blame yourself. As your Junior Sister, I will never resent you for killing me." Qi Meiyao softly whispered.

In that exact moment, Fei Qianchi felt his body tremble. He backed away, pulling out the sword, Qi Meiyao falling to the ground.

From the distance, a laugh of bitterness and sorrow echoed. "Fei Qianchi, you've killed everyone... is this still not enough?" Fu Huayan lifted her lips, snarling as she stumbled over, kneeling by Qi Meiyao's body. She gently fixed her hair, as if preserving the woman's last appearance.

Fei Qianchi stumbled back, gasping as a sharp pain traveled through his whole body. In that moment, the demonic energy within him suddenly went berserk, fighting to regain control of his body.

Fei Qianchi stumbled, falling to the ground as he used the sword to support his body. He breathed heavily, his body convulsing in pain.

Fu Huayan laughed and laughed, cradling Qi Meiyao, a woman who was her sister. She looked around, fallen bodies remained on the ground. Finally, using her right palm, she struck hard at her core, smashing it into shards. She coughed in pain as blood spilled from her mouth. Finally, with her core destroyed and shattered, she closed her eyes, her body falling next to Qi Meiyao. There was a smile on her face as her eyes closed, breathing her last.

"Longwang!" Zhu Luishui screamed out as the man was sent flying, his body smacking hard against the ground.

Zhu Longwang coughed out blood, his eyesight blurring.

"Close your eyes for a bit." Zhao Weiming cackled as he stabbed the man in the arm, blood spilling.

Zhu Longwang's eyes flickered, closing and opening before they finally shut from blood loss.

Fei Qianchi breathed hard, gasping as he doubled over in pain. No!

As the demonic energy finally slipped away from his body, Fei Qianchi was now fully aware of what he had done.

"No... no. Please... this can't be real." Fei Qianchi slowly kneeled, throwing away the sword in his hand in fear. His black eyes restored to a pale blue, flickering. The demonic energy was now gone.

Fei Qianchi stood up, his body shaking. He stumbled to Qi Meiyao and Fu Huayan, looking at the two who closed their eyes in a deep slumber.

"No... how did this happen?" Fei Qianchi was now aware, his mind was no longer being controlled.

A sharp knife stabbed him. What had he done? What had he done? His lips trembled, his hands shaking as he fixed Fu Huayan's hair.

He was sure... was... did he do this? But how... how did any of this happen? He didn't even know. As the memories attacked him, Fei Qianchi finally realized what had happened.

His eyes widened as he suppressed the pain within them. Even then, he understood. It was him. He did all of this. He killed everyone. He was a murderer.

Why?! Clearly, wasn't he just muddled?! What happened?!

Fei Qianchi didn't remember any of this happening. As he was finally self-aware now, he realized that he had been tricked. He had been fooled, becoming a puppet under someone's control.

He laughed, covering his eyes as he cowered, slamming his hands onto the ground.

Everyone died. They died under his hands. He did this. He killed everyone who loved and cared for him.

And even in the last moments of their deaths, Fei Qianchi was never able to let them peacefully go.

From his mouth, a loud and sorrowful scream echoed, "Ahhhh!" It was a loud sound, coming from deep within his heart. Tears fell from his eyes as he bowed down in shame, as if trying to seek forgiveness even though he knew that everything was his fault.

"Ah, he woke up." Zhao Weiming walked over, slamming a tied-up Zhu Luishui onto the ground.

Fei Qianchi heard this voice, but he merely slammed his head onto the ground, his lips tightening as tears fell from his eyes. How did everything get to this point? If he had noticed, no one would have ended up like this. No one would be hurt. If he hadn't been a fool and let the demonic energy get to him, no one would have died.

Yet now, everyone was gone already. He did it. He killed everyone with his own hands, ending their lives all because of his selfishness. Because he had been angry and mad, he let this happen. He killed everyone because he was too weak, because he let that man possess and fool him.

Fei Qianchi slammed his head onto the ground, his forehead now bleeding heavily. Yet, there was no pain. Nothing could compare to the pain from his heart, the guilt that gnawed his insides. He coughed out blood, bringing his head up. His blue eyes were a mess, the clarity in them only brought about more pain as he realized everything he did.

Zhao Weiming sneered as he walked towards Fei Qianchi, "He left your body sooner than I thought he would. Well, you've done your role. You've killed enough people now, I reckon you're no use to him anymore. Ahh, Daming isn't doing so well. Ever since he took over your consciousness, Daming was sealed away. That bastard did try contacting you, but I had to cut off his spiritual link to you." He slowly walked over, looking at the mess.

Fei Qianchi's eyes were blank, lost and dull. His lips trembled, his eyes red. Yes, he should've known. From the start, things were already strange. He was being led by the nose yet he foolishly thought he was right. All this time, he let himself be a puppet to a man who was always using him. What revenge? Was this his revenge? Killing everyone who loved and treasured him. Now, he had to face the sins that he committed.

"Speechless, aren't you?" Zhao Weiming looked around. He knelt down, his right hand grasping Fei Qianchi's chin, forcing the man to look up at him. "You were a great pawn. Everything he said, you followed. You lost yourself since long ago. With a little push, you lost yourself even more. From the moment you began to push away everyone in your life, that was the moment he gained even more control within you. Slowly, we bided our time, waiting for you to finally lose yourself even more."

Fei Qianchi closed his eyes. Perhaps it was shame, perhaps it was guilt. Everything attacked him. He could still see it. These people calling out to him, screaming and laughing, sitting around a table as they drunk. But there will no longer be moments like that now. Because he had ended it. He was the criminal.

Fei Qianchi's eyes flickered. Zhu Longwang... that man who wanted to stay by his side and helped him, he currently lied unconscious. Fei Qianchi remembered all the words he said to him. At that time, under Ran Mengyu's control, he lost will of his emotions. What a fool he was...

Blood spilled from Fei Qianchi's mouth, facing the backlash of the energy he had used. Tears willed in his eyes. Selfishness and greed, ignorance and blindness, everything got in his way and clouded his judgement. Because of this, he lost himself and became a tool used by others. Now, he lost everything. Perhaps in death, these people will forever hate him. He would too. Even if he dies, he would always hate himself. These hands of his were tinted with blood, having severed the lives of those who loved and cared for him.

"Kill me. Just kill me. Please." Fei Qianchi whispered, his voice hoarse and raw. His lips were pale, his voice shaking and trembling. He begged for his death. Death was only appropriate for what he had done. It was the only way he could atone for his sins.

Hearing this, Zhao Weiming tilted his head, cocking his brow. "Impossible. Death would be much too easy for you. You need to live. You need to live, bearing the weight of your sins, having it always linger in your head. You need to live a life knowing that because of you, hundreds of lives were lost. Live and be tormented by this day."

Hearing this, the empty feeling in his heart spread. Fei Qianchi still kneeled, his back was shaking, body trembling. Pain ran through his body, yet he could only remember how his sword had stabbed through each of their bodies. He could only remember Tian Sichan's lament. He could only recall Zhang Bingmei's horrific eyes as she watched her twin brother die. Within his eyes, he saw Qi Meiyao falling, saw Fu Huayan cursing at him before she killed herself. It attacked him. He remembered how Hou Mengshu's own sword was used to kill him.

This was all because of him. If not for being blinded, if not for being selfish, none of these events would have occurred. If he had asked for help instead of being so selfish, all these people would still be by his side, smiling and laughing with him.

"Please... I beg you to just kill me." Fei Qianchi continued to beg for his death. Let him atone in Heaven, let him meet them once more and seek forgiveness with his own life.

"Your role is not done yet." Zhao Weiming clasped harder onto Fei Qianchi's chin. He lowered his body, whispering into the man's ears. "Say, now that you've done this, no one will believe you anymore. Rot in prison. Let the righteous cultivators punish you as befitted. After all, you did kill these people who merely wanted to protect you."

Fei Qianchi closed his eyes. What a monster he was... what a cursed demon he was. If he could, he would undergo any punishment to bring back these lives. Exchanging a worthless and cruel person like him for these innocent lives lost, he would undergo the wrath of the Nine Heavens if he could.

At that moment, a ruckus was heard. There were countless voices, screams as the sound of an array shattering was heard.

Zhao Weiming turned back, throwing Fei Qianchi down onto the ground, the man lying lifelessly.

"Play your final role, dear comrade. They will never let go. Simply accompany and play out your role as a pawn now."

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