章節 89: The Slayer, How Can He Understand the Common People?
"Very well, then. Please, do elaborate; I am listening," the woman said, suppressing her anger with effort.
"Ah... your temperament, after all these years, remains unchanged. You are so amiable in the presence of others, yet why do you become so fiery with me? It is quite unappealing... Uh, alright, I beg you, do not be angry; allow me to explain myself properly."
With a sigh of exasperation, the man in the white robe, upon witnessing the fury in her eyes, decisively shifted the topic. "Actually... regarding the matter of Tianxin City, my dear disciple is innocent; the true culprit is that alchemist Warwick from Zu'an. My little apprentice is merely an unfortunate victim in this situation."
"I am well aware of Warwick's actions," Soraka replied, her expression grave. "It is indeed due to him that the entire city has become a terrifying nest of virus carriers. However, it is indisputable that it was the Beastmaster who personally annihilated the two hundred thousand innocent souls of Tianxin City! Regardless of the reasons, it does not alter the fact that he slaughtered two hundred thousand souls with his own hands!"
"I..." The man glanced helplessly at his dear friend, devoid of the desire to argue further. He groaned weakly, "But... if those people had not been dealt with, the consequences would have been far worse!"
"I do not deny that," Soraka replied calmly.
"Huh?" The man in white was suddenly puzzled. "If you understand the reasons, then why do you still insist on nitpicking?"
"The reason is quite simple," Soraka said, her gaze drifting into the distance as she broached a seemingly unrelated topic. "Do you know why the aura of the Eternal Nightmare has suddenly erupted so recklessly? Does it not realize that such actions are tantamount to courting death?"
"Uh... why is that?" A sense of foreboding crept into the man's heart as he asked weakly.
"Because its **Dreamslayer Realm** has been unraveled," Soraka stated, her beautiful face betraying no emotion.
"Such sharp insight? Who could have accomplished this? Who possesses such skill? I recall that the **Dreamslayer Realm** was notorious in ancient times for ensnaring even the most unfortunate gods... Uh... it couldn't possibly be..." The man, noticing the coldness in his friend's gaze, suddenly had a realization. "It couldn't be... the work of my dear disciple, could it?"
"Indeed, it is the handiwork of your dear disciple," Soraka replied coldly. "But do not be too quick to take pride; let me show you a memory—one I uncovered within the mind of the Nightmare, detailing how your beloved disciple unraveled the **Dreamslayer Realm**."
Her friend's indifferent demeanor sent a jolt of alarm through the man. Could it be that Xiaoyu has done something outrageous again?
This suspicion was confirmed after he viewed the memory regarding the Minotaur village.
Looking at the stunned expression of the man in white, Soraka remarked coolly, "Your disciple... displays a rather unhesitating demeanor when taking lives, reminiscent of your own prowess when you once hunted gods."
"Although he recognized that those Minotaurs were mere illusions, he showed no mercy towards those who had sheltered them—friends as gentle and kind as any real person. Even when slaughtering the innocent Minotaur children, I could not perceive a flicker of emotion in his eyes... Such a cold heart, such a ruthless nature. Yi, awaken! Your disciple has evidently forsaken the emotions that define humanity; he has succumbed to darkness. Such a person cannot possibly meet your expectations."
Ignoring her friend's worried counsel, the man in white lowered his head, his expression complex. "Five years have passed, and I never imagined Xiaoyu... Ha, this fellow is truly stubborn."
The lightness faded from his countenance, replaced by solemnity. "My friend, why do you believe Xiaoyu is unworthy to inherit my Wuji Sword?"
"Because of his character," Soraka replied, her expression intricate. "Though I have not directly interacted with him, I can perceive from a mere fragment of another's memory the profound darkness and terror within him. The suffocating chill of despair has buried his heart entirely. The current him is less a person and more a cold, unfeeling forsaken soul—abandoned and estranged by the world."
"A person like that, combined with his almost terrifying intellect and insight, poses a significant threat to this world... I cannot accept allowing such an individual to inherit all you possess."
"However, without experiencing the deepest darkness of the world, how can one truly appreciate the value of light and warmth?" the man in white murmured. "Only by standing in hell and gazing up at heaven can one fully comprehend the preciousness of even a sliver of light. Only those who have endured the most profound despair can shoulder the responsibility of protecting a realm."
"But how can a slayer understand the plight of the common people?" Soraka pressed, unwavering.
"The sword that severs life is the key to salvation," the man in white chuckled softly, lowering his head. "Even should one bear all the evils of this world, they do so without hesitation... Only such individuals can truly bring redemption. This principle has already been validated by my own existence, has it not?"
"Yet, you have not chosen to relinquish the most precious aspects of humanity... the joys and sorrows." Soraka replied calmly.
"How can you be so certain that the child has truly forsaken everything?" The man in white raised his gaze, squinting slightly against the blinding sunlight. "Deep within the darkest despair lies not the coldest shadow, but rather... the most genuine sorrow of this world."
"The sword that severs life is the key to salvation; this remains my unwavering belief and the true essence of the Wuji Sword," he declared, rising to his feet with a smile. "Moreover, I have found the most resilient sheath for this world's sharpest sword; what, then, do you have to worry about?"
"Besides, since it is a rare occasion, why not come in and sit for a while, my dear Lady Soraka?" The man in white said with a courteous bow, his face brightening with a cheerful smile.
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