The master is inhuman; he beat up his senior brother, destroyed the sect, and then left.

Chapter 38 The Cycle of Cause and Effect, the Laws of Heaven

"That's a good idea! But do you even deserve it? In my eyes, you're nothing but an ant. I could kill you a thousand times over with a single finger. What makes you think you can threaten to kill me?"

Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Kongzi stomped Han Yi into the ruins, his foot landing squarely on Han Yi's resentful eyes.

"All your reliance, all your dependence, all your confidence and pride have been trampled under my feet. This once invincible royal palace will never be your refuge again."

Xuan Kongzi looked down at Han Yi, who was prostrate on the ground, with indifference. His white hair fluttered in the wind, his thin face was as if carved by a knife and axe, and his eyes were sharp and cold.

"Without overwhelming power, what do you think your anger can change? Nothing. It only highlights your incompetence. All of this is your own fault. Today's cause will tomorrow's effect; retribution will eventually fall upon you. I'm just hastening the arrival of this bitter fruit..."

Xuan Kongzi's gaze swept over the devastated Qingfeng Village and the ruins of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, without a trace of pity.

"Can you afford such a price?"

Han Yi glared at Xuan Kongzi without saying a word. If looks could kill, the old man would have died tens of thousands of times over.

Xuan Kongzi frowned slightly, his snow-white eyebrows trembling gently. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, cold and icy, as if they could see through everything in the world.

"You should know that between you and me, I am the stronger one. If I did not follow the rules of Heaven, I could certainly take your life and the lives of your family without any scruples. However, everything in this world has its own laws of operation, and the strong cannot act recklessly just because they are powerful. Even if you have incomparably great power, if you do not uphold the righteous path and do not follow the rules, you will eventually fall into an endless cycle of cause and effect and will pay an extremely heavy price for your actions."

His voice was clear and cold as frost, majestic as thunder, echoing in the air for a long time, shaking the depths of people's hearts like a great bell.

"You shall remember the pain of today! The karmic debt you have incurred will be impossible to erase even after ten thousand deaths!"

As Xuan Kongzi revealed the truth, Han Yi felt as if the world before him was distorted and changing.

Looking around again, he was deeply moved.

He had been hovering above Qingfeng Village the whole time. He widened his eyes and looked down again. Qingfeng Village still lay quietly at his feet, peaceful and serene.

A gentle evening breeze swept by, bringing with it the fresh and pleasant scent of the fields.

In the village, the houses, arranged in a pleasing, staggered pattern, looked especially warm and inviting in the afterglow of the setting sun, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys.

In the distant fields, the crops swayed gently in the wind, like a green ocean rippling with gentle waves.

The Prince's mansion was already brightly lit.

The warm lights illuminated the entire palace, making it bright, cozy, and comfortable.

Everything seemed so orderly, as if nothing had ever happened.

However, that extremely tragic memory was truly etched in his heart.

Tears welled up in Han Yi's eyes; they were tears of joy.

He was relieved that it was all just a dream, but he couldn't forget it.

"My disciple, remember to always follow the Way of Heaven! Never commit acts of killing!"

Han Yi remained silent and instead knelt heavily before the old man in front of him.

After bowing and kowtowing three times, he said in a trembling voice, "Master's teachings, I will remember them forever!"

Xuan Kongzi remained silent, only gently patting the young man's head.

The gesture was full of love and care, like a father gently comforting his child.

"Go home!"

His voice was deep and gentle, as if it carried a magical power.

The moment the old Taoist turned around, Han Yi was already transported to the gate of the Prince's mansion by an invisible force.

He stood quietly at the gate of the mansion, gazing out of Qingfeng Village.

Han Yi took a deep breath, feeling the tranquility and peace of the night, and his heart was filled with emotion.