Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Ling Lan snuck into the village. The inside of the village was already a sea of blood, looking like hell on earth. Many of the villagers had died on the roads or in front of their homes. Everyone's eyes were wide open, unable to rest in peace. Their expressions varied, some fearful, some despairing, and most of all, some wordless grief and indignation. Perhaps they hated the fact that they had lived here so peacefully, yet such an unexpected disaster had to befall them.
Ling Lan crouched down, and quietly covered the eyes of a villager who had died tragically as she passed by. At this time, Ling Lan's gaze was completely emotionless, as calm as still water. A terrifying chill emanated from her body.
Along the way, whenever she saw a small group of killers, Ling Lan decisively cleaned them up, and then quietly left. Seeing a large group of killers, she chose to escape. Perhaps these killers were so engrossed in their killing that they did not notice that their companions around them were decreasing bit by bit.
When Ling Lan finished off another group of killers, she accidentally missed an accomplice relieving himself in a blind spot.
Ling Lan noticed her mistake immediately. The dagger in her hand flew out, piercing the other's throat. But she was still a step too late — a sharp whistle rang out in this village filled with the stench of blood.
Ling Lan could not help but exclaim, "What a pity." Just as she had been worried, these murderers did indeed possess the means to instantly transmit information between themselves. Without a doubt, the other murderers would become cautious and on guard, which would cause some difficulty in hunting Ling Lan down.
However, it was only a difficulty... a cold smile appeared on Ling Lan's lips — the game of hunting would not end because of this.
Ling Lan's figure slowly disappeared from this place. When the other killers rushed over, they only saw the corpses of their companions lying on the ground, but found no trace of the killer.
This matter was quickly made known to the leader of this massacre. He ordered his subordinates to gather, and of course did not forget to ask them to bring the hostages. He suspected that this expert was very likely related to the people of the village.
On the way, Ling Lan once again eliminated several groups of murderers and rescued many villagers. However, Ling Lan did not greet them. Instead, after killing the murderers, she quickly fled again.
The villagers didn't know Ling Lan's background, but that didn't stop them from thanking Ling Lan for her help. Ling Lan didn't even know that the rescued villagers hadn't left yet. Some of the young and strong people had picked up weapons and formed a volunteer rescue group. They quietly rushed in other directions in an attempt to save more relatives and villagers.
Meanwhile, outside the village entrance, after finding a relatively safe place to settle down some young children, frail old people, and frail women, as well as quite a number of injured men who had temporarily lost their ability to fight, the young man led the villagers who could still fight. They picked up the weapons of the slayers Ling Lan had killed and hurried over.
Along the way, a bloody battle had already begun. The villagers and small groups of slaughterers clashed head-on. They paid the price in blood to keep these murderers who were stained with the blood of their relatives, saving their loved ones.
When all the slaughterers gathered before the leader, he only then realized that this place, which he had thought was a place where they could slaughter and enjoy themselves, had actually caused him to lose two-thirds of his subordinates, leaving only about a hundred people behind.
"Motherf * cker, who is it? Come out... "The leader, who had lost his subordinates, was enraged. He signaled for his subordinates to pull out a hostage, and then shouted," If he doesn't come out, I'll kill him. "
Since they had come for this village, they would definitely cherish the lives of these ants. As long as the other party appeared, the leader believed that they would be able to cut him into a thousand pieces.
After waiting for a minute, when all was still quiet, the leader shouted with a vicious expression, "Kill him."
A villager was hacked to death by his subordinates. Blood flowed all over the ground, causing the other villagers to scream in horror.
"I'm not a saint, nor am I a benevolent person. I only know that only by remaining calm can I have a chance to accomplish what I want to do." Ling Lan gripped the weapon in her hand tightly, her eyes cold as she watched the bloody scene before her.
Yes, she wanted to kill all these beasts and scum, and save these villagers as much as possible. So, hot-bloodedness did not belong to her.
Seeing that there was no effect, the leader signaled for his subordinates to push out three more villagers. This time, there was also a young, swaddling infant.
Ling Lan's eyes narrowed. She closed her eyes in pain. Must I endure this? Must I really wait until they're tired of killing, distracted, and have a chance before I make my move? Damn it, my heart is telling me, no, I don't want to do this.
Instructor Number Five, that so-called crazy training of yours isn't very useful at all. Otherwise, why can't I be truly cold-blooded? Why can't I watch innocent children die in front of me? Is this a forbidden zone for me?
Is this a weakness of the human heart? According to the instructor, I should restrain myself, only then can I become stronger. And I can't be defeated by this soft-heartedness. I should restrain it...
For the first time, Ling Lan felt conflicted. Her initially resolute heart was faintly shaken...
In Number One's space, Number Five and Number Nine came unannounced.
Standing alone in the void, Number One saw the uninvited guests and was somewhat displeased. He said coldly, "What are you two doing here?"
"I want to know what Dao Ling Lan will choose." Number Nine's face was full of worry. If she chose a Dao unsuitable for her to evolve, Ling Lan might be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Number Five, however, smiled wickedly and said, "I hope she will choose the Heartless Dao, or the Killing Dao." This was a shortcut. Although the later barriers would be more difficult than other Daos, that was still a matter for the future. Number Five believed that it would be solved eventually, and it would be worth it if she could raise herself to a top-tier master in this period of time.
For this reason, during the previous period of training, he had consciously guided Ling Lan's personality and behaviour towards these two Daos. If Ling Lan remembered these things, it was very possible for her to choose these two Daos.
"I don't agree!" Number Nine said angrily. "Ling Lan's heart looks very hard, and she is also very decisive when she does things. Her endurance is very strong, but I know that Ling Lan's heart is fiery and gentle... she has feelings, so the Dao suitable for her should be the Affectionate Dao or the Benevolent Dao."
"I only know that she has entered the Sovereign Dao trial." Number One told them about Ling Lan's current situation.
"What?!" Number Five and Number Nine shouted in shock. They had never thought that Ling Lan would enter the Sovereign Dao trial. Ling Lan did not have the mindset of a Sovereign, so how could she possibly pass this trial?
Seeing the two of them turn pale with fright and panic, Number One huffed coldly and said, "Entering the Sovereign Dao trial does not mean that one must walk this Dao."
"But, it is very difficult for the average person to jump out of the prescribed trial and create their own Dao." Number Nine had no confidence in this. As far as she knew, there had never been a child who had been able to take this step.
Number Nine's words made Number One and Number Five fall silent. They also knew that this was very difficult, and Number One's words were more to comfort themselves.
"Perhaps, Ling Lan really can walk this Sovereign Dao path. Not everyone has the mindset of a Sovereign from the start... hohoho!" As Number Five spoke, he could no longer continue to deceive himself and others, so he could only use a fake smile to deal with the cold glares that Number One and Number Nine shot at him.
It was true that the mindset of a Sovereign was not innate, but children had to have this kind of greed in their bones. For example, from a young age, they liked to be a head above others, liked to be a cut above others, liked to show off, and even liked to be a boss and leader... and Ling Lan was really very sleepy in this aspect.
"I believe that Ling Lan is not an average person." Number One was silent for a long time before he finally said these words. He believed that whether or not Wang Daoshi was suitable for Ling Lan, Ling Lan would definitely complete this trial and find her own Dao.
In the midst of the trial, Ling Lan closed her eyes in silence. She heard the big leader's countdown. As long as she did not appear, three lives would end here and there, one of them being a newborn baby.
"Kill!" The big leader's shout woke Ling Lan up. She instinctively took a step forward, revealing her figure.
"You've finally appeared..." Amidst the big leader's maniacal laughter, the three subordinates holding the hostages decisively swung down the sharp blades in their hands...
"Impulse is the devil. The result is not good." Ling Lan's gaze no longer wavered. Her momentary wavering had made her realise that being soft-hearted was indeed a mistake. "However, being patient is even more of a mistake. Why not choose a bloody battle from the start? An eye for an eye, blood for blood is what I should do."
Why should she be patient? Why should she be concerned? It should be known that if she had not appeared, these villagers would still have died at the hands of these killers. Since that was the case, she might as well kill off these killers as quickly as possible and save as many people as possible.
The choice was actually very simple. She did not need to be some Mother Teresa — under the premise of ensuring her own life, she should do what she could decisively. Hesitation would only cause her to fall into an even more difficult situation, just like herself just now.
The big leader saw Ling Lan charging over with a cold expression. He gestured for his subordinates to pull out five or six villagers and shouted, "Don't move, or I'll kill them all."
"Kill them, I will avenge them." Ling Lan's speed increased. She pounced over viciously, slashing at the nearest killer.
Suddenly seeing that the newcomer was actually unaffected by his threat, the big leader shouted in exasperation, "Kill them all, kill them all!"
"Kill them, I'll kill all of you as well." At this moment, Ling Lan's eyes were cold as ice. Her hands danced in the air, leaving behind a corpse and splattering blood wherever she went. Ling Lan did not avoid the splattering blood. Her small, pretty face was dyed red with blood, dripping down bit by bit. She was like a devil who had crawled out of hell to reap all the lives here.
"Who the hell are you?" Seeing that the lives of the villagers could not stop Ling Lan's massacre, the big leader was somewhat terrified. Ling Lan's killing methods were simple and decisive, extremely effective. With a wave of her hand, she could take the life of one of his subordinates. In a short period of time, more than ten people had already died at her hands.
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