I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 183 Observing from the Sidelines and Discussing Cause and Effect (2)

The past is too painful to recall.

Mei Shiyu once asked Li Tingyun, "Can you tell me about your past?"

Li Tingyun vaguely replied, "There's plenty of time, we'll talk about it later."

In reality, there was no follow-up to this matter.

Li Tingyun would never mention his past experiences, his childhood, to anyone in his life. Even if he did, it would be a lie. If Mei Shiyu really wanted to hear it, he could tell a thousand lies, a mix of truth and falsehood, and just gloss over it.

Li Tingyun's past was neither exciting, nor brilliant, nor glorious. On the contrary, he was down on his luck, twisted, and weak. He couldn't bear to see the light of day or be seen by anyone, and even he himself wished he could forget it completely.

In fact, he has already forgotten a lot.

I forgot the feeling of pain early on, but I will always remember what I went through.

The reason we don't forget our "experiences" is because we can't forget them, we can't bear to forget them.

He still wants revenge.

He will repay the calamities that people have wronged him with a hundredfold or a thousandfold.

Whether it was Ji Yuanbao, a small and weak man from Lingxi Village, or Li Tingyun, who later became all-powerful in the Taiji Hall, they both possessed an extremely strong desire for revenge. If someone punched him, he would dare to kill them, and even their ashes would be scattered in the wind!

Having returned from hell, Li Tingyun regrouped and founded the Taiji Palace, building the Four Symbols City, and his power was at its zenith.

It's time to bring up the old grievances—

Where should I start?

Start investigating directly from the demonic path... Come on, he's the most deeply hidden. There's no trace of him in the cultivation world, the underworld, or the human world.

As a second-best option, he targeted the descendants of the Yuan family, massacring the entire Lingxi Village.

However, a mortal's life is only a few decades long. A hundred or two hundred years have passed, and Lingxi Village has lost countless generations. It is impossible to seek revenge on the person involved. Moreover, Yuan Hong himself died very young and did not leave any descendants. The people of Lingxi Village in later generations are not entirely descended from that group of "original inhabitants".

Huangliangcheng and the surrounding villages were ravaged by war, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, with nine out of ten houses empty. Most of the survivors scattered in all directions, but the descendants of the Yuan family, with their strong sense of clan, were the first to return to their homeland and rebuild the village.

Later, several more groups of fellow villagers returned to their hometowns. Since Huangliang City was the main battlefield, it was so badly destroyed that it had become a "desolate city" and no longer habitable. These people simply changed their surnames voluntarily and joined the Yuan clan genealogy, partly to stick together for mutual support and partly to commemorate Yuan Hong's death in defending the city, leaving them a glimmer of hope.

What good is a glimmer of hope? A hundred years later, the karmic burdens left behind by Yuan Hong will also come back to haunt them.

Li Tingyun slaughtered Lingxi Village. Anyone with the surname Yuan was killed until they had no descendants, regardless of whether they were innocent or not.

He used killing as his only means to fight against the damned Heavenly Way. He killed sinners and his own family, slaughtered the filthy and the innocent, and walked through countless corpses covered in blood. Black and white, good and evil, were no longer distinguishable to him.

The village of Lingxi was littered with corpses, but he felt no satisfaction. It was merely scratching the surface; killing these people was pointless.

Turning his head, Li Tingyun thought of Yun Songhe and planned to find some useful clues from the Golden Silkworm Gu.

The sect leader of Yunlan Sect is a dissolute and womanizing man who never stays in the sect. He often wanders the world, disguises himself as a man of various identities, and cleverly deceives women's hearts. Today he is a merchant, tomorrow a scholar, and the day after tomorrow he transforms into a down-on-his-luck nobleman, begging a young lady to take him in.

But one day, by sheer bad luck, he stumbled into the gates of hell. While in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, he indulged in his sentimental musings and was caught red-handed by the Ten Kings of Reincarnation, who bound him hand and foot and sent him to the Taiji Palace.

Yun Songhe was completely bewildered: No, what does his romance have to do with the Taiji Hall? It's completely unrelated!

No matter how powerful Li Tingyun, this rising star, is, he can control everything except his bodily functions! He can meddle in everything except his harassment of women!

Could it be that this time he's gotten involved with Li Tingyun's own sister, or a woman he's already slept with?!

It is said that the master of Taiji Hall is searching everywhere for a suitable vessel, and it is likely that he, like the master, is also a womanizer who indulges in pleasure.

But soon he realized that he was wrong, terribly wrong!

Yun Songhe was thrown onto the open ground outside the Taiji Hall. He rolled over and fell face-first into the dirt. With his face bruised and swollen, he looked up and first saw a magnificent hall. Then he saw that the hall doors were tightly closed, as if there were a restriction or seal.

He could sense that this restriction was no ordinary barrier. Once he got close, there was an inexplicable sense of oppression, as if his body and soul were being torn apart. He just wanted to escape as soon as possible and get as far away from this hellish place as possible!

He had no doubt that if he accidentally touched the restriction, he would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

A barrier is usually used to isolate space and create a private zone. The stronger the barrier, the greater the privacy. At the same time, it also reflects the strong sense of distance of the barrier's owner. They are distant, isolated, and suspicious of their surroundings and anyone else.

Looking at the grand hall before him, Yun Songhe wondered what the Taiji Hall Master was thinking. Why would he create such a restriction on his own territory? Did he not trust his own people, or perhaps he didn't trust anyone at all? Was he cold and ruthless to everyone? Within three feet of him, there was no living creature, and within a radius of several feet, not a blade of grass would grow.

ill!

Therefore, it seems that Li Tingyun is not as rumored to be, a womanizer and a lustful man.

Yun Songhe was experienced and had seen countless people. To be honest, he had lived to be so old and had seen all sorts of people. His judgment of people was not necessarily accurate, but he could at least guess correctly eight or nine out of ten times. He absolutely did not believe that someone as "closed-off" as Li Tingyun could tolerate someone else sleeping soundly next to his bed!

Just as he was lost in thought, two barks from a dog brought him back to reality.

He saw a big, snarling yellow dog.

At first, I didn't think anything of it. I even thought that the Lord of Taiji Palace had a spirit pet. This dog looks so perfect. You could find a purebred country dog ​​like this in any village.

Later, the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. A thought flashed through his mind, as if there was something he had forgotten... but he was about to remember it.

With his brow furrowed, he was racking his brains to remember when suddenly—

His head was stomped on the ground.

A familiar greeting came from above: "Hey there, old man. What kind of person am I in your eyes?"

He remembered! He remembered everything!

Yun Songhe shuddered, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and felt completely awful.

Pills! Pills!

"Hmm? Speak!" Li Tingyun stepped on the head as if it were a pebble, so indifferent and nonchalant.

He gradually increased the pressure and said coldly, "Otherwise, I'll just—crush your dog's head like this!"

Wangcai snorted and said, "What are you doing? Calling him a dog? Does he deserve it?"

Dogs are man's best friend. Resist all abusive language that calls people dogs!

Yun Songhe dared not refuse to answer, and said against his will, "You...you are a good person, a very good person!"

"Just ignore me like I'm nothing!"

"wrong."

Li Tingyun kicked Yun Songhe, who tumbled down the steps, his chest and back wracked with excruciating pain, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He walked leisurely down the steps, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "I'll give you a chance to change your mind. Let's talk about it again."

What else could Yun Songhe say? What else could he say?!

He swallowed the mouthful of blood and said, "You are a, a truly wicked person!"

"Anything else? It seems you haven't finished saying what you wanted to say."

"You, you kill without blinking an eye, you commit all sorts of evil deeds, you treat human life like dirt! No one who falls into your hands will get away with it!"

It was the same old tune again. Li Tingyun was tired of hearing it. He bent down, grabbed Yun Songhe's hair, lifted his head up, and looked him in the eye.

"You're absolutely right. I'm planning to give you a small gift as a token of my appreciation."

Then, he beat Yun Songhe half to death with his bare hands.

To vent my anger with a series of punches!

The courtesy is light and affectionate.

Wangcai watched with great enjoyment and roared in cheers.

Compared to "life", "death" is the most terrifying, but compared to dying "in one blow", living "tortured in every way" is the most terrifying. Happiness is relative, and so is suffering.

Yun Songhe truly envied those who were killed so easily by Li Tingyun.

They died too happily, without having to live on their last breath, slowly and meticulously experiencing the agony of a life worse than death.

With each punch, he was incredibly close to death, but the next moment, he was pulled back, so far from death.

His internal organs were roughly pulverized into a bloody pulp, every bone was crushed into powder, and both of his eyeballs were blown out, leaving empty, bloody holes, with crisscrossing streams of blood covering his entire face.

If you keep hitting him, he'll turn into a chewy, bouncy human meatball, and a whole pot of it will be guaranteed to be incredibly fragrant.

Li Tingyun stopped, the splattered blood scraping his hands and even splashing onto his face, which displeased him.

Without further ado, he grabbed Yun Songhe by the neck, unleashed his mental power, and plunged straight in, scouring the memories in his mind.

The mental attack was already extremely painful, and it came on so strongly and fiercely that Yun Songhe burst out in pain.

Wangcai was horrified; he was doomed!

Sure enough, Li Tingyun's expression changed drastically. He shoved the man onto the stone steps and, aiming at the sharp edges, smashed him several times until his head bled profusely.

He felt that he couldn't keep his right hand!

Enraged, he grabbed Yun Songhe's right arm and tore it off.

A scream echoed through the sky.

Wangcai covered his ears and closed his eyes, neither listening nor looking.

Li Tingyun stood up, his palm swirling with demonic energy. The bloodstains on his body and the dirt on his hands turned into dried dust and vanished instantly. There was no need to wash with water or borrow anything to wipe him. As long as he wanted, no dirt could stick to him.

After searching through Yun Songhe's memories, no useful information was extracted. Instead, one vivid and lively erotic picture after another appeared—it was either buttocks or thighs, either women or female ghosts.

Li Tingyun wasn't going to waste time trying to find something out of nothing. "Now, answer my questions truthfully."

Yun Songhe nodded vigorously.

He was so scared his gallbladder almost burst! Being quite sensible, he had no intention of lying. He answered every question honestly, pouring out his heart.

Unexpectedly, the first question Li Tingyun asked was: "How do you have so many women?"

Yun Songhe was stunned. Li Tingyun kicked him, and he remembered to reply: "Because, because I like them."

"Then why are none of their children yours?"

"..."

"Did every woman you had cheat on you with?"

"..."

"Are you not good enough?"

Li Tingyun asked bluntly.

Hearing this, the dog trotted over and stared curiously at the pile of people on the ground.

"...No! Absolutely not!"

Even though Yun Songhe was dying, he still wanted to preserve his dignity as a man.

"It's their problem, not mine!"

Li Tingyun: "I don't believe you. What's the reason? Tell me quickly!"

Yun Songhe: The dignified Master of the Taiji Hall, do you really enjoy prying into other people's secrets and gossiping so much?!