Stuck in a Chinese novel

Why?

A simple question Wei Jun could have easily answered. That was if he had an answer. There was no answer to what he was doing. It was purely for selfish reasons and selfishness wasn't an answer. There was no grand scheme to him, the destruction of the fragment, the fall of the Supremes or whatever his brother called it, the disruption of the laws...

Each and every one of those reasons was something he had nothing to do with. They were the schemes of his brother, not his own. All he wished for was destruction and chaos and that was what he was gaining from it. The power that came along with it was just a way to make sure he could stand up against stronger enemies, in return for even bigger destruction.

So, in response to the woman, all Wei Jun could do was take a step forward and clash with the woman.

Tang!

His fist, covered in Death Qi, collided with the blue fiery Qi of the woman which covered her sword. The blue Qi vanished, leaving behind a sword that cracked from the point of contact. As for Wei Jun, he swerved to the left and punched her in the ribs.

"Haap!!!"

She let out a deep gasp as if her windpipe was crushed and that was exactly what Wei Jun had done. He had specifically targeted her lung through her ribs, aiming for her to have difficulty breathing. There were a lot of things that came with difficulty in breathing.

Terror was the biggest factor.

The woman felt terror, from the man who had come to reap her life. Like a reaper who had to have the job done regardless of the 'how'.

There was no mercy, no hesitation, it just simply had to be done. And he did it, without holding back. While she coughed, Wei Jun kicked her in the same spot again, crushing her lung under the strong intensity of his Qi.

Finally, the woman was on her knees, coughing vehemently, so much so that one couldn't help but pity her. However, the man before her knew no pity. He simply raised his hand and something resembling a whip extended from it. It wrapped itself around the woman's neck and blocked her breath.

She gasped as her intake of oxygen was blocked.

"I'm sure you resent me." Wei Jun said, leaving a few parting words before he looked at the young woman he had killed earlier in the day, "I'm sure you loved your daughter very much."

The woman's eyes turned red.

She cursed the man inwardly because that was all she could do. However, the next words of the man left nothing but guilt in her heart. The last ever memory and the emotion she would ever feel.

Guilt.

"Yet you slept with your daughter's lover. Some mother you are." Wei Jun said with a scoff before the whip tightened and outright separated the head of the woman from her body, blood spurting out like a fountain.

Wei Jun retracted his hand and walked towards the sect building that was still standing, or at least the core of it was. He wasn't going to ignore the golden opportunity to rob someone after all.

And just like that, without even sparing a glance at the countless victims of his actions, he made his way to the sect building.

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"Just what the hell is going on?! Why is that woman attacking us?!" A man yelled as he tried to keep the formation but no matter how hard he tried, in the end, the woman charged forward with a sword in her hand covered in pink hue and the power that exceeded everyone present, there wasn't even enough time for terror to properly spread through them as they all died under her sword one by one.

"You bastards know that bastard, don't you?! That's enough of a sin!!!" Xing Xiaomei charged forward without holding back, her sword strikes precise and only dead left in the wake of her steps while only one thought remained in the ears of the ones who heard her...

'Which bastard are you talking about?!!!'

Alas, there was no time to ask that question because even though the situation could be considered funny, it was deadlier than anyone could have anticipated. The movement of the sword, the refined sword art, and most of all, the power hidden in those gentle movements occupied everyone's attention until all that was left was nothingness.

The gentle pink hue enveloped their bodies, devouring their existences and leaving the sweet aroma of petals, along with death, behind.

Xing Xiaomei, who only stopped once everyone was dead, looked at the time she had taken to destroy the sect and couldn't help but click her tongue.

"Tch! It's all because of those annoying defensive formations." Xing Xiaomei said before she dialed a number on her phone.

"What?" The cold voice from the other side flowed in as Xing Xiaomei asked only one question, "How many?"

"Four."

Just one word before the call ended, Xing Xiaomei was left embroiled in anger.

"F***!!!"

"BI******!!!!!"

"WH******!!!!!!!"

She stepped on the dead bodies of those already dead to vent her anger. She had lost the best by a big margin after all. Wei Jun had destroyed four sects while she had only managed to destroy two so far. It made sense why she was angry. Or at the very least, to her it did.

Wei Jun, on the other hand, disconnected the call and looked at the green-eyed woman who stood along with a blue-eyed one, the one who was currently stealing her gaze from Wei Jun because she was afraid he would be angry.

However, Natasha didn't care if Wei Jun would be angry or not. Wei Jun gazed deep into her green eyes before he turned to look at the scores of people Natasha had refused to kill. Even at a glance, there were almost five thousand people, from all the sects they had been ordered to take down.

Natasha only killed those in charge while sparing the rest. Wei Jun's orders specifically stated that they couldn't afford hostage situations and even if they chose to spare lives, they would never even consider to thank Wei Jun if he were to spare their lives since he was responsible for that.

But Natasha was firm and strong. Even Yan Rong was surprised. Yan Rong wasn't actively trying to hurt her, but even then, she was sure, that if she were to fight Natasha, even if she would be the one to win, the battle wouldn't be easy.

Wei Jun tapped on the chair arm and kept his gaze locked on Natasha until finally, he was the one to blink first. He slowly closed his eyes and slowly opened them up to look at Natasha and said, "Contact the master of my sect. Tell him he's getting new disciples."

He then stood up and turned to leave but before he did, he left some parting words for Natasha, "I spared them as you wanted me to. But if they want to be spared or not depends on them."

Mercy could only be granted once. If there were attempts at a rebellion, then even Natasha was well aware that leniency wouldn't be a wise choice. She sighed and nodded. She didn't think leniency would be granted even once. She looked at the people who were utterly defeated and could only hope they would recognize the chance given to them, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to help them a second time.

[Natasha: 79]

The current affection for Natasha was 79, and while it wasn't as high as Yan Rong and Liu Xu, for some reason, her affection mattered more to Wei Jun.

[She's the first]

[First ones always have a special place]

If Wei Jun was asked if he harbored any romantic feelings for Natasha, his reply would be a simple straight 'No' without any hesitation. However, the feelings he held for her went beyond the feeling of romance and entered a territory he couldn't define well.

It was more like how his brother used to treat him. Roughly but never wanting him to get hurt.

[We call that 'Family']

"..." Wei Jun didn't refute. He remained silent as there was truth to the system's words. He was just conflicted about it was all.

He sighed and pushed everything to the back of his head. He didn't know how long he had before Li Fan Sho would finish his breakthrough but Wei Jun wanted to finish everything before that. The unfortunate part was that even after four months of constant cleansing, there were still more than half of Li Fan Sho's allies and assets remaining.

'And this feeling...'

An ominous feeling deep inside of his heart. As if something was going against his plans. Something major, something unaccounted for, no, something new. Something that was never there before.

"Something... disturbing." Wei Jun couldn't help but mutter to himself. At the same time, far away from the land he was on, deep inside a hidden cave that no one knew of deep inside of a mountain range, a man with golden hair stood before the cross-legged man whose eyes were closed.

"Soon." The golden-haired man simply said before he vanished from his spot and the cross-legged man's figure began to glow. A change that wasn't there before began to occur in him. Began to change him.

Into something nonhuman.