680 Blind Spo (1/2)

The battle in the east of Tiantang City grew increasingly aggressive and violent. Naturally, the commotion caused escalated as well. The entire east district was basically in ruins, looking the worse for wear.

Faced with such a brutal situation, the martial world artists began to second-guess themselves.

It was at this point in time that a common train of thought arose among them.

”Being in the martial world, every day is a day we flirt with death! We either fight for a long-running good reputation, an immortal legend, or we die quick and early. We will then become another man again eighteen years later!”

”Who in the martial world doesn't want to become a god, a saint? Now that the opportunity is right in front of my eyes, why should I give up? The treasure has emerged in the same world as me, it exists right at the opportune timing – I should be the destined owner!”

”Which one of the martial world masters have never had a strange encounter when they first started off? Why shouldn't a similar fate fall upon me as well?”

”Leave if you all want to; I won't be going anywhere.”

”What's the difference between ending this life in the martial world and ending it here? Why would I leave? Could this place not be the martial world?”

”The martial world is where men are; the martial world is all around us. Dying here will perhaps be even more appropriate and gratifying!”

Initially, as the death toll increased, plenty of martial artists began backtracking on their own words. There were, of course, many passionate men in the martial world, those who were very much self-assured, but those who were purposeful and smart were plentiful as well.

However, many different opinions began to pop out and spread, instantly picking up on the desires which resonated with most of the people present.

'Right, why don't we give it our all? Aren't we suppose to give our all, wherever we go?'

An elderly martial artist bequeathed some poignant advice, which spread throughout the entire east district of Tiantang City as if carried by the wind.

”The drug is only poison if it doesn't become medicine, the man will eventually become ashif he doesn't become God!”

A drug would always be slightly poisonous; only when it had gone through heavenly ways could it be cultivated into true immortal pills and be rid of its venom, absorbed by the human body harmlessly. When a man did not become an immortal, his destiny was only to be reduced into ash.

Now, the possibility of cultivating the magical pill and becoming a god was right before their eyes.

Retreat?

Retreating now could perhaps guarantee momentary safety, but the future was no longer in your hands!

…

Yun Yang checked everyone carefully as he hovered in the air.

He had investigated no fewer than three thousand people in secret these past few days, but there was still no clue or news leading to Ouyang Xiaoshe.

He had checked all the suspects in the city's eastern quadrant who matched Ouyang Xiaoshe's physique and characteristics, but there was simply no result.

'Hmm… If I were Ouyang Xiaoshe, what would I do?' Yun Yang stopped his search and asked himself, trying to think in reverse.