Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr "Debt collectors." Ling Lan's military dagger stabbed viciously into the heart of one of her subordinates. Fresh blood once again stained her hair. She flew away, not forgetting to leave this sentence behind as she pounced on another person.
Ling Lan's savagery made the killers unable to care about the villagers. They picked up their weapons and pounced on Ling Lan, preparing to surround and attack her.
"I hurt him!" one of the killers shouted suddenly. Suddenly, one of the thugs shouted. There was still a trace of blood on his weapon, but this was also his final cry. Ling Lan's dagger had mercilessly slit his throat.
"After working so hard for so long, he's still hurt." Ling Lan glanced coldly at the wound on her shoulder. Blood was still flowing slowly, but she did not flinch, as if she could not feel the pain. She resolutely brandished the weapon in her hand and stabbed at the next opponent.
She did not have the extravagant hope of killing all these scum and animals without a scratch... although she had once wanted to complete the mission perfectly, so from the start, she had chosen to endure. But that kind of endurance had made her feel incomparably frustrated and frustrated, making her feel miserable. And now, although she was injured, her mood was exceptionally good. She enjoyed this kind of battle, this feeling of freedom.
This is the kind of battle I want! Without oppression or restraint, I can do whatever I want freely!
Yes, what I want is freedom!
Humans were strong — as long as they were given the slightest chance of survival, they could explode with unimaginable power. The villagers who had been held hostage here were no exception.
The tool the thugs had used to threaten them had finally backfired on them. Ling Lan's powerful strength and ferocity had inspired their courage. Everyone knew that if they did not resist, what awaited them was death, but now they had hope of survival...
So, for their husbands, wives and children, for their parents and relatives, and for themselves, men and women of all ages picked up their weapons to fight to the death with these murderers who had destroyed their happy home.
For ordinary people like the villagers with low combat strength, it was very difficult for them to finish off these extremely powerful killers. But the villagers had already decided to give it their all with the mindset of "win or die trying". Since there were so many villagers, if one wasn't enough, two would come. If two wasn't enough, three would come.
This was no longer a game of the strong slaughtering the weak, but a horrifying hand-to-hand combat. You could see that beside each of the abominable killers who had died on the ground, there was a villager who had died together. They were almost tangled together.
This was how the villagers fought. It was very simple. The old man would leave the hope of survival to the later generation, hugging a slaughterer as if he was throwing away his life. Even if his chest was smashed to pieces by the slaughterer, he would not let go. It had to be said that the potential of humans was limitless. Before these old men died, their strength would become extremely terrifying, causing the slaughterers to be unable to move at all. Then, a second villager would charge forward, followed by a third, and a fourth … until they were all killed.
This sudden and fearless ferocity of the villagers shocked the slaughterers. As the slaughterers died one by one, the remaining slaughterers actually began to feel fear, especially when their biggest leader was successfully killed by Ling Lan. They could no longer control the fear in their hearts, and fled like stray dogs towards the outskirts of the village.
Although Ling Lan had done everything she could, she still let a few of the slaughterers escape. This made her somewhat disappointed — she had originally wanted to leave all of them behind.
Although the slaughterers were all dead, the village was as good as destroyed. Only thirty percent of the villagers had survived, and most of them were women and children, as well as a small number of young adults. Almost all of the old men had died in the initial resistance.
Ling Lan did not linger. She felt that it was not suitable for her to stay in this village that needed to be rebuilt. Meanwhile, the villagers had still not recovered from their grief, so they did not notice Ling Lan's departure at all.
"Benefactor, don't go." At this moment, the young man led the villagers they had saved over and shouted loudly.
With this shout, the villagers seemed to have awakened from their grief. They gathered around, begging Ling Lan not to leave them.
Ling Lan did not turn around, only replying calmly, "I am not your benefactor."
"No, you are. If you hadn't killed most of the slaughterers, we wouldn't have survived at all." Of course, the villagers did not believe Ling Lan's words. If not for Ling Lan's intervention, they would not have been a match for those slaughterers, no matter how hard they tried.
"You saved us. We are willing to acknowledge you as our master." Perhaps the villagers were kind-hearted, or perhaps they needed the protection of a strong person, so the young man's suggestion was met with everyone's approval. They were willing to become Ling Lan's servants.
The villagers' words reminded Ling Lan of the image in the third panel. That main character had countless subordinates, and perhaps this was the starting point of his power. According to the mission flow, she should agree, and then experience all the images in the six panels in the mural, and perhaps complete the mission.
Ling Lan was silent for a moment. She was just about to open her mouth to agree when she suddenly remembered the content of her mission — to find the correct evolutionary path. If she followed the contents of the mural in the six panels, would it really be the correct path?
Ling Lan felt that she had found a key point. Back then, she had discovered that the main character's smile in the sixth panel had a completely different meaning from the first panel, so she had been sucked into it... could this be interpreted as saying that the main character's path of domination was wrong? So the focus of this mission was on the word 'correct'?
Ling Lan felt that the answer was right in front of her eyes, but there was a layer of paper blocking it... the more anxious she was, the more confused she became. In the end, she even felt that her thoughts were a little chaotic.
Ling Lan habitually sat up cross-legged and began to circulate her Qi. After one cycle, all the distracting thoughts in her mind disappeared, and she became clear-headed.
Ling Lan once again thought about the question she had asked earlier. This time, she began to calculate from the beginning. Back then, it was because she had seen the difference between the smiles in the first panel and the sixth panel...
The smile in the first panel had been sincere, pure, and sincere. But the smile in the last panel had become fake, and even colder. This meant that the main character had gone through this journey, turning from an innocent youth into a dark and hypocritical king. As he grew, he had also lost his innocence...
The correct path of evolution? Ling Lan had a flash of inspiration. Could it be that the learning space believed that the main character's choice to become a king was wrong?
No, no, no... Ling Lan felt that there was something wrong with this conjecture. Perhaps there was a deeper meaning to it... Ling Lan thought of the countless murals she had seen in the passageway. Although they were of different shapes and contents, they all had one thing in common — the main characters were all strong in a certain aspect.
This was in line with the purpose of the learning space's existence. Cultivating the host to become strong was the learning space's only mission, so no matter which path the host chose to work hard on, the learning space would not stop them. In fact, it would even be happy to see it. So if the main character of the mural wanted to become a king who expanded his territory, there would definitely be no problem.
Then this problem was very likely related to his mentality. Was the learning space's criticism and disdain for losing oneself?
At this thought, Ling Lan felt as if a originally tightly shut door had been opened, welcoming a ray of light. All the questions she had previously been puzzled about were now answered.
Ling Lan thought to herself, although the main character has become a king, he has lost his initial innocence and passion, and has lost himself. This mission is very likely to let me understand my true self, what my true thoughts are...
I want to have a healthy body, I want to live freely, I want to do whatever I want, I don't want to see schemes, I don't want to be controlled by others, I want to make a few good friends, I want to raise an outstanding steamed bun. Yes, I hate trouble, I don't want to be tied down...
Ling Lan's eyes flew open, and she stood up to say resolutely to the youth standing by her side, "I refuse!"
"Why?" roared the youth sadly. His entire face was contorted, revealing a look of hatred.
"Your fates are in your hands. What does that have to do with me?" said Ling Lan coldly. These were her true thoughts. "Why should I take you in? Why do I have to shoulder your responsibility? No one can force me to do something I don't like, no one. "
"Then why did you save us? You might as well have let us die at the hands of those people. " The youth cried. All the villagers cried. Even the sky began to rain, as if dissatisfied with Ling Lan's callousness.
"Whether I save you or not is up to me. Whether you die or not is up to you..." said Ling Lan, and then she turned and left without a trace of reluctance.
Ling Lan instantly made her choice. She wanted to be a free person, to do what she wanted to do, and not to restrict her actions for the sake of good and evil in the eyes of the world.
Gradually, Ling Lan left that blood-red village, arriving at a barren yellow hill. Ling Lan didn't know if this choice was correct, but she didn't regret it. On the contrary, her heart was relaxed, because this mission had made her think clearly about the path she wanted to take. In order to not be controlled and restrained, in order to live freely, in order to give birth to an absolutely outstanding steamed bun, she had to become stronger!
Just as Ling Lan was about to yell out to vent the frustration in her heart, a black vortex suddenly appeared before her eyes once more, sucking her in instantly.
F * ck, it's here again! Ling Lan only had the chance to say this one sentence before she was completely swallowed up by the black vortex.
Peace once again returned to the yellow hill, as if Ling Lan had never appeared.
Number One sat alone in his space, deep in thought. Right at this moment, his consciousness moved, and then he disappeared instantly. At the same time, Number Five and Number Nine were pleasantly surprised. They both disappeared from their respective spaces, and the three of them appeared together in front of the door to the test of Dao.
Very quickly, a black vortex appeared before them, and then a small figure fell out from within.
Ling Lan calmly adjusted her posture in mid-air, and landed steadily on the ground.
"Ling Lan, congratulations on passing," said Instructor Number One coldly.
Number Five and Number Nine glanced at each other, and a knowing smile appeared on their lips. Number One's emotions were not as calm as he appeared.
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