Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Hu.”
Baili Qingfeng tossed the bloodstained sword away and sat down, leaning against the wall.
His blood stained the wall.
He raised his head, melancholic but hopeful.
The hope… for a peaceful life.
But it was a pity that…
He could not turn back now.
It was impossible for him to return to the peaceful atmosphere anymore.
He was no longer what he used to be.
Now, his hands were stained with blood.
Counting the Jiang family and Eddy, he had killed over fifty people.
Although everybody he killed deserved it, he was far from innocent now.
The refreshing breeze with the scent of rain came in from the window, dispersing the stink of blood in the room.
Baili Qingfeng narrowed his eyes under the breeze.
He was tired.
He had been busy since the previous night for a dozen hours without proper rest. He had also spent most of the time in intense, exhausting battles. Just then, he had even been shot three times!
Not once or twice, but three times!
Such heavy wounds…
He was really exhausted…
“I can’t hold on any longer…” Baili Qingfeng’s voice sounded feeble.
He needed to close his eyes and rest.
Therefore…
His eyelids gradually fell.
He knew that he could not sleep, because if he did…
He would miss the train back to Shire.
However…
The wind was too comforting and made him sleepy.
“Clink!”
A tiny noise came from below his body.
Baili Qingfeng opened his eyes and looked at his shoulder.
As the gunshot wounds healed, a bullet was pushed out by the growing muscles and hit the ground making a brisk sound.
“Well…”
Baili Qingfeng shook his head.
Did he really fall asleep? Had he slept for two hours?
It was true that one should not work late at night, which would result in afternoon drowsiness.
After his nap, even the tiniest wound recovered.
The other two wounds were rather severe. They probably wouldn’t recover until the next day.
Particularly…
“My rejection reaction will automatically push the bullets out, but they will affect my daily activity before they are expelled.”
Baili Qingfeng frowned. “Pistol bullets are not powerful enough. They could’ve passed through my body instead of staying in it. Taking the bullets out can be quite painful, and it can be embarrassing for the bullets…”
He picked up the sword he had tossed away and aimed at his wound.
Cutting a hole in his body to take the bullet out was not a pain that anyone could handle.
“When God has important tasks for someone, he will exhaust and starve them and disrupt their plans to increase their abilities! Now that I want to achieve something great, this pain is nothing to fear!”
After a pause, Baili Qingfeng stabbed the sword into his body with resolve and cut the wound. Gritting his teeth, he took the bullet out, his face pale.
Irregular cut?
No anti-inflammatory medications?
Unsterilized sword?
Those were not his concerns.
“Clink.”
Soon, both bullets were taken out and thrown to the ground.
Thankfully, after an hour’s rest, the bullets had been pushed out quite a bit. Otherwise…
The cut would’ve been greater, and it would’ve been more painful.
“Punishment!”
Baili Qingfeng was sweating all over his body. As if he had been drained, his face had paled.
“This is punishment! Although I killed dozens of people for justice, every life has to be respected. I deprived them of their lives and should be punished accordingly… However, to reduce the crimes of our country and for world peace, I’m willing to bear such a punishment without complaint.”
Baili Qingfeng took a long breath.
After another half an hour’s rest, sensing that his cuts had mostly healed, he got back on his feet and started searching.
Soon, he found a secret chamber.
It was not exactly a secret chamber, because it was already open. There were plenty of guns inside. The pistols and rifles of the disciples were probably taken from here.
There were other things besides guns including martial arts that had been passed on to the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect.
Baili Qingfeng ignored them and opened a cabinet which obviously stored valuable items.
The first compartment contained useless banknotes, cards, notebooks, CDs, etc., the second compartment was jewelry and a sword, and he did not see any cash until the third compartment.
Déjà vu…
Baili Qingfeng remembered the Jiang Martial Arts Club.
“Do martial fighters all think alike?”
Baili Qingfeng was at a loss for words.
The second compartment in the Jiang Martial Arts Club had a gun, and the Iron Sword Sect had a sword?
Not a gold sword or a silver one, but an iron sword.
Was the Iron Sword Sect named after that?
Soon, Baili Qingfeng focused on the cash and counted sixty piles.
The Iron Sword Sect was a superpower in Miluo City and had dozens of members, but it was even poorer than the Jiang Martial Arts Club?
“Sixty piles will do.”
Shaking his head, Baili Qingfeng felt inappropriate to ask for more. “I know for sure that the money must be stained with blood and sins, and the only way to cleanse the sins is to use the money for good things. I’m from a single family that owes a huge debt, and I’m heavily wounded after taking three bullets. I’m definitely an underprivileged child who is in dire need of help. I’ll take the money. Consider it the Iron Sword Sect’s kindness for a poor college student.”
Baili Qingfeng found a box in the chamber and put the sixty piles of cash in it. He also transferred the two hundred thousand bucks he carried into the box.
Even so, the box, which could load a million, was still not full.
Baili Qingfeng was not regretful about that.
He had never been crazy about money.
He put the bag that belonged to the Iron Sword Sect on the ground, returning it to its original owner before he washed the blood on his sword.
Looking at the bloodstained man in the mirror, Baili Qingfeng paused for a moment and moved his eyes away.
After cleaning the sword, Baili Qingfeng searched for a while and found a newly-purchased shirt and suit roughly of his size. He bathed and changed into new clothes.
He burnt his old clothes and put the sword back into the sheath. Then, he left the Iron Sword Sect with the sword, the box and the umbrella.
Naturally, he did not forget to lock the gate of the Iron Sword Sect.
When he stepped out of the Iron Sword Sect, the rain stopped, and golden sunlight sprayed through the clouds, brightening the sky.
It was as if the radiance of justice had broken the fog of evils, bringing light and hope to the people.
“When I came, it was a storm, and when I leave, it’s a gold sunset… So, the heavens are praising what I’ve done… Although it has been difficult and painful for me to destroy the Iron Sword Sect on my own, everything is worth it! Everything I do is worth it!”
Baili Qingfeng held his head high and sauntered towards the sun, leaving a long shadow behind him.