Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!! - Chapter 825 - 825: Mercy To The Wicked

“Now that I have told you everything, let me go!” After a while when the captain was done answering everything Jiang Shi wanted to know, he asked to be let go.

“From what I can tell, she is just a talented little girl who has yet to experience the world. If I plead with her emotions, maybe she will let me go.’ He was betting on the fact that Jiang Shi seemed like a naive kid despite her cultivation.

He could not tell before, but after the questions she asked and how he felt her hesitation when she was interrogating him, he reached this conclusion.

“Please…” he continued, his voice taking on a pitiful tone. “I was only following orders. The Blood Demon Sect would have killed my family if I refused. I had no choice!”

Tears began to form in his eyes, though whether they were real or conjured through some technique, it was hard to tell.

“I have a daughter; she’s only seven years old. If I don’t return, they’ll assume I betrayed the sect. They’ll kill her. Please, I’m begging you, have mercy!”

‘How dare he!’ The little boy who was accompanied by Chen Xueyan, the one they had saved, bellowed inside in anguish. He could not understand how someone like him, who had killed his family mercilessly, could be begging for his life, pleading using his family.

He wanted to scream at the captain and curse him. He wanted to beg Jiang Shi not to spare a monster like him.

But no matter how much he wanted to do that, strength had left his body, and he could barely even open his mouth. The events of the day had drained him of all energy.

Chen Xueyan watched from the side, her expression unreadable. She could see the hands of the boy clenched into fists, trembling. He was biting his lips so tightly that blood dripped from it.

Jiang Shi remained silent, her sword still pressed against the captain’s throat. Her eyes were distant, as if she were looking at something far away.

Images flashed through her mind.

The bodies piled at the village entrance, their blood soaking into the earth. The elderly man who had been cut down while trying to protect a child.

The young woman whose lifeless eyes still held tears. The children, so many children, scattered like broken dolls across the street.

She remembered the boy’s mother, impaled on that bloody spike, her last breath spent crying out for her son.

All of it, all of this senseless slaughter, done by the man now begging for mercy at her blade.

“Please!” the captain’s voice grew more desperate. “I swear on the heavens, if you let me go, I’ll leave the Blood Demon Sect! I’ll never hurt anyone again! I’ll—”

“You’re right,” Jiang Shi said softly, her voice so quiet he had to strain to hear it. “You will never do it again.”

The captain’s eyes lit up with hope. “Yes! Yes, I knew you would—”

He suddenly paused when he felt something was wrong with her words, and what he heard next practically confirmed it for him as well.

“And I will make sure of that.”

The temperature dropped.

Frost spread from where Jiang Shi’s sword touched his skin, crawling up his neck like white fingers.

“Wait! WAIT—!”

Jiang Shi’s wrist turned.

The blade slid through his throat as easily as cutting through water. There was barely any resistance, the ice having already frozen his flesh brittle.

His eyes went wide with shock and betrayal, as if he truly believed she would spare him. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, trying to form words that would never come.

Not forgetting what she had learned, Jiang Shi twisted her wrist and slashed down at the golden core of the man.

Cultivators are worshiped as immortals for a reason. Once they cross the golden Core realm, they are not easily killed even if their head is destroyed.

To truly kill them, you have to destroy their golden core completely.

Some experts had even created techniques that specifically target the golden core for this very reason.

Blood gurgled from the wound on his stomach, but it froze before it could spill, turning into crimson ice crystals that tinkled as they fell to the ground.

Jiang Shi withdrew her sword and took a step back.

The captain’s body remained kneeling for a moment, held upright by the ice that had spread across his legs. Then, like a puppet with its strings cut, he collapsed forward and shattered into countless frozen fragments.

Silence fell over the ruined village.

Chen Xueyan walked over slowly, her footsteps the only sound in the stillness. She glanced at the scattered remains of the captain and then at her senior sister.

“Are you alright?” she asked gently.

Jiang Shi stared at her hands. They were steady, not trembling at all. The ice sword in her grip began to dissolve, melting into water that dripped between her fingers.

“Elder Shisan told me,” Jiang Shi said quietly, “that mercy shown to the wicked is cruelty to the innocent.”

She looked up at the boy who was watching them with wide, tear-filled eyes. Even from this distance, she could see the mix of fear and gratitude in his expression.

“I understand now what she meant.”

Chen Xueyan nodded slowly. They had been through many trials, but the ones where they had taken a life were only a few.

Even now, they, just like the other disciples, were getting used to the way the world truly was.

Jiang Shi took a deep breath and dismissed her ice phoenix with a wave of her hand. The majestic creature dissolved into snowflakes that scattered on the wind.

She turned to look at the devastation around them. Half the village was destroyed, countless lives lost. And for what? So the Blood Demon Sect could collect some resources? So they could demonstrate their power?

A cold fury settled in her heart, different from the heat of battle. This was something colder, more resolved.

But she calmed down her emotions almost instantly and turned to face the boy.