Chapter 31

Chapter 31: It’s Not Worth It for a Few Pieces of Trash!

Silence fell.

Even the sword at Immortal Lord Mo Yang’s waist stilled, its tremble cut off as if the scabbard itself had been stunned.

Mo Yang froze too. Perhaps it had been too long since anyone had refused him so directly.

“Why?” he asked at last.

Song Wan Ning raised a brow, unruffled. “I only intend to walk the Killing Dao. Why would I also walk the Emotionless Dao?”

To step onto the Emotionless Dao meant cutting away joy, anger, sorrow, happiness—everything that made a person human.

Not rejoicing over things. Not grieving for oneself.

Nothing in the world would matter. Only the Dao.

Some cultivators had even killed their own families to enter it.

She was perfectly fine. Why would she do that to herself?

Song Wan Ning’s expression remained cold, her eyes without the slightest ripple. Even with a terrifyingly valuable inheritance placed in her sea of consciousness, she looked indifferent, as if it were no more than an ordinary book.

Immortal Lord Mo Yang watched her, brows knitting with faint confusion.

With her temperament, she should not be unable to guess his reason.

“Your heart demon clings to you,” he said. “Just now, you nearly fell into demonic deviation and went astray.”

His voice sharpened. “Cultivating the Emotionless Dao can help you see through your heart demon as soon as possible.”

For Song Wan Ning, here and now, accepting his inheritance was the best choice.

“So you saw it all,” Song Wan Ning said quietly.

Her gaze swept over him, weighing him.

Then she glanced at Ye Chu Xue on the ground, and coldness flashed in her eyes.

“They were the ones who were wrong,” she said. “Why should I cultivate the Emotionless Dao?”

She breathed out, steady and hard. “I still have people I care about. It’s not worth it for a few pieces of trash.”

To enter the Emotionless Dao meant stripping away your own emotions, and the person who got hurt was you. Everyone else would feel nothing. Who would care?

She still had parents who cherished her. Clan members. A Master waiting for her in the Spirit Realm.

For a few filthy scum, why would she cut herself apart?

She refused cleanly. Killing intent flickered in her eyes like a blade catching light.

“So what if a heart demon clings to me?” she said, voice flat. “I don’t care.”

The Killing Dao was meant to press forward without hesitation. In her last life, she had taken the wrong road, twisted herself until she went against her own Dao.

This time, she would not change for anyone. Not for anything.

In her sea of consciousness, demonic aura surged violently, as if answering her challenge.

In the next instant, it was pressed down—hard, uncompromising—by the Little Golden Sword.

Song Wan Ning’s eyes curved slightly.

One day, she would completely conquer her heart demon.

She would make it obedient.

She would use it.

“Thump, thump, thump—”

The sword at Mo Yang’s waist shook again, excited now, struggling against its scabbard as if it wanted to leap into her hands.

Immortal Lord Mo Yang went still. Then, slowly, his eyes lit.

Song Wan Ning’s answer—her refusal, her refusal to yield—made something click inside him. His cultivation, long stagnant, actually showed a faint sign of loosening.

He looked at her deeply.

As long as this girl could persist, they would meet again.

Perhaps that time would be in the Immortal Realm.

Mo Yang didn’t force her. His figure wavered, twisted like a mirage, and began to fade.

His warnings fell into her ears one after another.

“Those with great fortune are chosen by the Heavenly Dao. Killing them by force will only injure yourself.”

“Fortune is not fixed. Plan slowly. Weaken their fortune step by step, then strike once and erase it completely.”

“What is too rigid breaks easily. That is not the true meaning of the Killing Dao.”

“I gift you this inheritance. Perhaps you can comprehend a Killing Dao that belongs to you from it.”

Time stretched.

Then, as if from far away, his voice reached her again.

“I hope we meet again in the Immortal Realm.”

He came without warning and left just as abruptly.

Song Wan Ning stood where she was, frowning.

Who exactly was he?