Perhaps stepping into the worldly society was beyond control, but since one has already accepted the fate of an ill end, why not be a bit carefree.
If a young person isn’t full of spirit, can they still be called young?
Clearly reduced to a Captive, yet lacking any sense of surrendering to fate, even going as far as spreading deceit, Fu Qian undoubtedly succeeded in shaping his image even more badly.
And his transcendent deanor also seed to have intimidated Sister Stakeout greatly, her expression stiffened at that mont, unable to maintain her composure and remained silent.
"It seems... there is no need to go back."
The leadership aura eventually broke the collective silence, as Brother Thick Eyebrow spoke up.
Moreover, as he spoke, he even gestured for the two beside Fu Qian to hold on a mont.
"After all, this place is most suitable for one to learn to repent."
After saying this, he directly stepped forward, holding a glistening weapon in his hand,
With a golden handle and silver blade, slightly shorter than a forearm, its gleaming cold light strikes fear—yet the edge is unsharpened.
Indeed, as a semi-professional in cold weapons, Fu Qian could tell at a glance that this blade was more ceremonial, its symbolic significance outweighing its practicality.
But therein lay the issue.
Through his efforts, Brother Thick Eyebrow’s aggressive mood escalated to an intense degree.
Even if essentially everyone was play-acting together, in this situation, it wasn’t out of the question to see so blood.
And if such a blade were truly used for brutal injury, the pain would likely multiply.
"What’s the matter? Just kill here if you have the guts, then continue your foolish cowardice."
In light of this, Fu Qian let out a sneer, further provoking the situation.
In these situations, bleeding is part of the mix, how can one possibly lose face?
Damn it...
At that mont, the corner of his eye caught the old Priest also seeming to struggle to hold back.
Such expert-level provocation was evidently hard for him to believe ca from soone practicing under his nose for over two and a half years.
"Everyone—"
But the rapidly deteriorating situation seed to finally prompt him to feel that he should express himself in such circumstances.
"Shut up!"
Yet, as soon as he spoke, it was interrupted by a loud shout.
However, it wasn’t aid at the respected elder, but at the insolent Fu Qian.
With a speed like lightning, a figure charged directly with a shout, targeting the gang traitor with a face of "Who dares to kill ."
It was evident that within the Brotherhood, there were indeed righteous people who, facing Fu Qian’s deanor, could no longer hold back.
And his weapon was far more terrifying than Brother Thick Eyebrow’s as a flash of cold light struck fear and stabbed directly at Fu Qian’s chest and abdon—successfully hitting his arm.
...
Even though this body was younger and more agile, Fu Qian was not arrogant enough to attempt disarming an ard assailant barehanded, using unadapted flesh.
Not entirely impossible, but the success rate lacked assurance.
So given various considerations, Fu Qian chose the prudent approach at that mont, sidestepping and using an arm as a shield.
In excruciating pain, he tightly grasped the blade embedded in his muscle and retreated, only then clearly seeing the attacker’s face.
Curly hair, thin eyes, no older than thirty.
Though appearing so young, it was uncertain how many Reincarnations he had experienced.
But from the way he dressed, it seed he had entered Paradise relatively early on.
And at this ti, the charm of "Eternal Self" was revealed, as even after all these years, his personality remained as fiery as ever.
Faced with a gang traitor spreading deceit, he was evidently the first to be provoked into losing his cool, carrying out impulsive murderous behavior.
Not surprising, Fu Qian had seen too many similar examples outside in the Supernatural World.
The material base determines the superstructure, and this principle is reflected on many levels.
So people believe that after living a few hundred years with Extraordinary Power, people, regardless of gender, should beco wise or carry a look of weariness.
Humans’ spirits aren’t that simple; often, so "maturity" appears alongside the aging of the body.
For soone who can almost preserve eternal youth, his ntal aging curve might very well defy Intuition.
A certain shopaholic with the surna Yuan was a striking example.
In short, for Fu Qian, the ergence of such impulsive behavior among a group of wise elders not only wasn’t surprising, but he had also prepared to counter it—after all, the prior provocation was leading to this scene.
Of course, the other party didn’t exceed the expected limitations either; the murderous intent had been exhausted with this stab, unable to keep up with Fu Qian’s retreating speed, already loosening his grip and standing stunned.
What a pity.
Faced with this scene, Fu Qian didn’t speak, quietly observing while casually pulling out the weapon.
Indeed sharper than the one in Brother Thick Eyebrow’s hand, so the wound appeared smooth and neat.
Besides, luck was on his side; this arm hadn’t lost its ability to move.
"Helen, you should have waited for my command."
Before Fu Qian could truly express his emotions, Brother Thick Eyebrow broke the silence first, reprimanding the unruly swordsman.
Though outwardly warning the young man nad Helen, the tone carried a hint of threat, speaking while continuously fixating on Fu Qian’s face.
"Yes, disobeying orders, acting on your own, what is the cri?"
Though they stood on different sides, certain principles among the people of the worldly society clearly held common ground.
The next mont, Fu Qian even nodded, wiping the blood-stained weapon on his clothes, coldly questioning the one who stabbed him.
You...
The individual, originally slightly calm, humbly accepting guidance, but with Fu Qian’s additional remark, his emotions visibly stirred again.
Turning to stare at Fu Qian, Helen seed unsure of what emotions to convey.
"Punishnt is deserved."
In response, Fu Qian displayed a magnanimous side, not putting the other in a difficult spot over this.
At the slight wave of his arm, a flash of cold light swept across Helen’s exposed neck.
...
Indeed, a fine blade.
Without exerting much strength, it effortlessly split flesh and drew blood.
Under precise control, a spray of blood burst forth instantly, staining the church basent and the faces nearby with a ghastly appearance.
Facing each other, Fu Qian naturally bore the brunt, without flinching as the hot blood splattered upon him, and he rely wiped the short blade on a clean part of his clothes again in the next mont.
"Earlier, there was a statent I strongly agree with, this is a place for repentance."
And while playing with a flash of cold light in his hand, Fu Qian gazed at the Brotherhood elite, his voice only growing more chilling.
"I wonder if you now believe I have found true wisdom, the true Redemption Path here?"
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