Chapter 13: The Art of Courting Death

“No need to trouble everyone, we’ll handle this ourselves!”

With that, Zhang Jingqing gave Zhang Zhiwei a light pat. “Go on, just dig a hole right here in this temple and bury the bear. Better to keep it from causing harm if it’s left out!”

Zhang Zhiwei was speechless. Despite his silence, he didn’t hesitate. Golden light condensed from his qi as he dug a large pit and buried the ghost bear’s corpse.

Everyone stared in astonishment at Zhang Zhiwei digging with golden light, exclaiming it was unbelievable. Some even called him a living immortal.

Zhang Zhiwei paid no mind to their gazes and praise. He quietly asked Zhang Jingqing, “Master, why go through all this trouble? The ghost bear’s spirit is trapped in its hide. Why not just strike it with a thunderbolt? Why bury it?”

“Zhiwei,” Zhang Jingqing replied by transmitting his voice, “one must live and act without shame before their own conscience. These four words sound simple, but living by them is difficult. Let me ask you—if you’re a principled person who suspects these people of wrongdoing and wants to kill them, but they haven’t done anything wrong yet, you have no reason to kill them. What should you do then?”

Zhang Zhiwei responded, “Wanting to kill without reason? Master, if you truly want to kill someone, anything can be a reason. Like if their left foot steps through the door first—would that count as a reason?”

Zhang Jingqing snapped back, “Stop talking nonsense! If you recklessly kill without cause, it only leaves a rift in your heart, feeding your inner demons and becoming a huge obstacle on your path of cultivation!”

“So, Master, what do you suggest?” Zhang Zhiwei asked. “Should I just follow them and wait for an opportunity?”

“Let them bring about their own demise rightly. Only then can you be without shame before your conscience,” Zhang Jingqing transmitted.

“Bring about their own demise rightly… without shame before the conscience?”

Zhang Zhiwei pondered. “How can one be without shame? Should I convince myself? Like when killing, telling myself that everyone must die eventually, and some just need a little help. By killing them, I’m actually helping them avoid decades of detours—what a noble deed!”

Zhang Jingqing was speechless.

The Celestial Master suddenly felt utterly exhausted.

He truly wished he could strike this wretched beast’s head open with a thunderclap just to see what’s inside.

“Wretched beast, go meditate and refine your qi. Don’t speak to me—just watch quietly on the side!” Zhang Jingqing barked through transmitted voice.

When teaching his disciple, Zhang Jingqing always believed in leading by example. Now that words failed, he planned on teaching by deed.

“Understood!” Zhang Zhiwei cheerfully withdrew to a corner to practice the Golden Light Spell.

He had wanted to cultivate all along. The villagers’ plight didn’t interest him. Those were matters of the grand era—he was just a mortal; knowing wouldn’t change anything but only add burdens. Better to focus on cultivation.

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Time passed swiftly. At dawn the next day, Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei did not linger but mounted their horses and departed.

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