"Choose?"
Ling Feng was slightly taken aback by the system prompt that echoed in his ears and the semi-transparent virtual panel that popped up before him. A choice system?
Ling Feng looked at the three options on the virtual panel. He immediately dismissed the first one.
Kill Mo Xiaofan? He couldn't do that. Not only was it because in the original storyline, Mo Xiaofan sacrificed his life to save Tu Shan Hong Hong and the others, but also because Mo Xiaofan's view on demons and humans was that both people and demons have good and evil.
Mo Xiaofan was different from most people in this world. What he wanted was peace between humans and demons, to stop wars and casualties. He was inherently kind, but disliked because of his ugly appearance.
It had to be said that people like Mo Xiaofan were very tragic.
Wang Quan Wu Mu, the true favored son of heaven, died at the hands of his own father, leaving behind many regrets.
In the original plot, Dong Fang Yue Chu struggled his entire life to help Tu Shan Hong Hong create a world of peace between humans and demons, and his life also ended with regret.
Including Wang Quan Ba Ye, although it was unclear why he made Wang Quan Fu Gui kill demons constantly in the end, before he left the scene, he had let the Poison Lady couple go.
Ling Feng looked at the remaining two options. They were similar, both involved letting Mo Xiaofan go, but their natures were slightly different. The second was to simply let him leave, while the third was to shape him into someone who upheld justice.
"I choose three," Ling Feng commanded in his mind.
Peace between humans and demons was an inevitable historical trend in the Fox Demon world. Instead of preventing it, it was better to cultivate a force to promote its arrival. This was Ling Feng's view.
[Ding! Reward has been issued.]
Ling Feng clenched his fist in the air, and the Sword of Dragon's Roar in the Scabbard instantly appeared in his hand. Holding the sword, Ling Feng walked towards Mo Xiaofan step by step.
Mo Xiaofan looked at the Sword of Dragon's Roar in Ling Feng's hand in terror. His reflection was cast on the smooth, translucent blade of the sword.
With every step Ling Feng took, it felt like he was stepping on his heart, making his heart pound as if Ling Feng's footsteps were playing the music of impending death for him.
"Wuwuwu."
Mo Xiaofan struggled fiercely. Sitting on the ground, he bent his legs, pressed his heels firmly, and constantly moved backward. Although this allowed him to retreat, it undoubtedly consumed a lot of physical strength, and he could only move a little each time.
In comparison, Mo Xiaofan's strenuous backward movement was not as fast as Ling Feng's walking. The gap between them widened, and within a few seconds, Ling Feng arrived in front of Mo Xiaofan.
"Wuwuwu."
Mo Xiaofan's strength was exhausted. He no longer had the energy to move backward. His whole body trembled. He looked at Ling Feng in front of him, wanting to say something, but his mouth was gagged with cloth, and he could only make muffled sounds.
In the face of death, everyone is afraid, and he was no exception.
Ling Feng raised his sword. Under the sun's rays, the sword's edge glinted.
"Wuwuwu."
Mo Xiaofan's eyes were filled with despair. He never expected to die here today. He had originally planned to find a way to help these fox demon sisters escape tonight, but unexpectedly, Ling Feng appeared halfway.
Mo Xiaofan closed his eyes, ready to calmly accept his death. After all, since he was born into this world, his appearance made him loathed everywhere. His only friend had also been killed, and death would be a release.
"Swish swish swish!"
"Sizzle sizzle."
"Hmm?" The first sensation Mo Xiaofan felt was not pain, but the ropes binding him were being cut.
Mo Xiaofan opened his eyes in confusion. He saw that Ling Feng had already sheathed his sword, and the ropes that had bound him had fallen to the ground.
Mo Xiaofan was very confused. Wasn't the other party going to kill him? But why would he help him untie the ropes?
"Why are you still sitting on the ground? Get up quickly," Ling Feng urged.
Mo Xiaofan pulled out the cloth gagging his mouth and stood up from the ground. He looked at Ling Feng and asked in confusion, "Why? Weren't you going to kill me?"
"I never said I was going to kill you. You were just an accomplice, not deserving of death."
Ling Feng put the Sword of Dragon's Roar back into the system space and then brushed some dust off his trench coat. The previous fight had left a lot of dust on his coat, making it look a bit disheveled.
"Phew," Mo Xiaofan breathed a sigh of relief. He felt like life was full of ups and downs. One moment he thought he was going to die, and the next he found out the other person never intended to kill him.
"Can I leave now?"
Mo Xiaofan said tremblingly. He felt that staying here was still too dangerous.
"Of course, you can. But are you sure you won't die if you go back? Don't forget, I killed that guy," Ling Feng pointed at the pockmarked Taoist priest lying in a pool of blood nearby, his body already growing cold.
"This..." Mo Xiaofan was initially happy to hear that the other party was willing to let him go, but Ling Feng's next words scattered his joy, making him feel even heavier.
Mo Xiaofan's gaze shifted to the corpse of the pockmarked Taoist priest, his expression somber. He was silent for a long time.
"You should know that you two came out together. According to logic, your sect should know. If you return alone and unharmed, but he doesn't, the consequences are self-evident."
"Although you can temporarily deceive your sect members, you must understand that fire cannot be contained in paper. Sooner or later, someone will discover that he died outside while you returned safely to the sect. At that time, your fate will probably be even more miserable."
"Phew, you're right." Mo Xiaofan nodded. Everything Ling Feng said was what he had been thinking. This was also why he had been silent. Returning meant a dead end, which was merely delaying his death.
"I'm just a handyman disciple, and my senior brother is an inner disciple. What you're saying is very accurate. Why don't you just kill me then?" Mo Xiaofan said dejectedly, lowering his head.
"Why? Can't you just not go back?" Tu Shan Rong Rong appeared from somewhere.
She had been listening to their conversation from the side. As for Ling Feng not killing Mo Xiaofan,
She and Tu Shan Hong Hong had no objections. They didn't have much animosity towards Mo Xiaofan in the first place, nor did they feel much ill will from him. They had only tied him up and brought him here because they were unsure of Ling Feng's stance.
"My family died long ago. The only reason I could join the sect was with the little money my parents left behind, so I became a handyman disciple. But in the sect, because of my ugly appearance, I was bullied everywhere by other handyman disciples."
"And my only friend was a little fox demon, like you all. But she..."
Mo Xiaofan paused as he spoke, as if recalling something unforgettable. Pain and anger appeared on his face, and he gritted his teeth, clenching his fists tightly.
"But she was killed! She never killed anyone, and her heart was very kind. She took care of me when I was sick."
"But one day she was discovered by the sect. I begged my senior brothers, but it was no use. Their reason was that she was a demon, and she had to be killed!"
"Why, when she never killed anyone!"
As Mo Xiaofan spoke, his voice became hoarse, and tears dripped from his eyes onto the ground.
Upon hearing this, Tu Shan Rong Rong felt some sympathy for Mo Xiaofan. She could sense that these were words spoken from the bottom of Mo Xiaofan's heart.