Chapter 62. Let's do it next time.

“Master, welcome.”

Muyong Bai, with a bewildered expression, suddenly examined me from head to toe as I entered.

I was wiping the blood from my shoes on the ground, still in a state of being caught.

“Teacher, did I come too late?”

Muyong Bai shook his head.

“It’s fine. Please come in.”

“Weren’t you about to go out?”

“It’s nothing. I was thinking of buying some buns, but let’s do it next time. What happened?”

“Let’s go inside.”

As soon as Muyong Bai sat down, he extended his hand.

“Let me check your pulse.”

I obediently offered my wrist.

While checking my pulse, Muyong Bai examined my eyes, complexion, and the bloodstains on my clothes.

“Are you injured?”

“No.”

“It doesn’t seem to be a serious issue, but you look particularly tired. It seems you’ve expended a lot of mental energy. Did you fight again?”

“I often fight, so it’s part of my daily routine.”

I nodded.

“Let’s have a cup of warm tea.”

“Sure.”

Muyong Bai asked the nurse for tea and then asked me,

“Where did you fight today?”

“Do you know that Dachachai is dead?”

“How could I not know?”

“With Dachachai dead, the black path around him is gathering. I just came back from Yunwu Association.”

Muyong Bai nodded.

“You had a fight at Yunwu Association. Master, shall we have a frank conversation today?”

“Sure.”

Muyong Bai smiled and said,

“It seems like a demon is standing outside the door. Master, how are you feeling?”

I chuckled.

“That’s why I came to see you. I often become a patient.”

After killing the vice president of Yunwu Association and freeing the dancers, I killed more people who tried to attack me. I felt that if I returned like this and fought with Shuxian, I would become a rampaging demon. That’s why I came to see Muyong Bai. I want to be a cold-blooded demon who tries to fix his problems, not a mad demon obsessed with killing. My goal is to be a slightly better demon than in my previous life. And, it’s also a principle in the martial world to see a doctor when you’re sick.

Muyong Bai said,

“What happened at Yunwu Association?”

“Nothing much. I killed a few with an axe.”

“Killed with an axe? How...”

“Split their skulls.”

“Whether you kill with a sword, an axe, or your fists, killing is the same. Did you accidentally kill someone you shouldn’t have?”

“No.”

“Then where does the unrest in your eyes come from?”

“I’m not sure.”

Muyong Bai looked at me with a faint smile. Just then, the nurse brought the tea and placed it on the table.

Muyong Bai poured the tea and said,

“Master, do you know about poisons?”

I shook my head.

“I don’t know as much as you.”

The idea of the poison master from my previous life asking me about poisons made me laugh.

Muyong Bai, who hadn’t become a poison master, explained his thoughts on poisons.

“Poisons are originally medicines.”

“Why? Poisons kill people, and medicines save them.”

Muyong Bai pointed to the tea.

“Drink it.”

I took a sip of the clear tea with Muyong Bai.

Muyong Bai continued,

“The most powerful poisons in the world mostly come from insects, plants, and animals. Martial artists forcibly borrow these poisons.”

“That’s true.”

“However, the conditions for these poisons to activate, or the reflex actions, are different. When insects use their poisons, it’s often when their lives are in danger. Most of the time, they use it for survival. The purpose is different from martial artists. Using it to save themselves, it’s like a medicine. Some things kill when eaten, others heal. That’s why poisons and medicines are distinguished, but they are originally the same.”

“I see. I agree to some extent, but there are ambiguous parts.”

Muyong Bai nodded.

“Just take it as my opinion. The same goes for heart demons. When you use the poison in your heart, there will be consequences. Insects often die after releasing their poisons, or they release poisons during the process of being eaten, leading to mutual destruction.”

“That’s similar to the mutual destruction technique.”

“Yes.”

“Then, does it mean that the poison in my heart is hurting me?”

“Isn’t that the case? Killing evildoers also accumulates in your heart. And that’s normal for a person.”

I tilted my head. This wasn’t exactly explaining my heart demon, but Muyong Bai was being too serious to deny it.

“What should I do?”

Muyong Bai, rarely, laughed heartily.

“Just do it moderately.”

I couldn’t help but smile at Muyong Bai’s expression. A man who was more obsessed with killing than me in the past was telling me to do it moderately.

I nodded.

“Since you taught me to do it moderately, I’ll try.”

Muyong Bai poured more tea and said,

“Do it moderately. Share the burden with your comrades. As you get stronger, forgive them a few times. Using all the poisons in your heart will harm you.”

I agree with this.

Because that’s what happened in my previous life.

In my previous life, Muyong Bai saved me with poisons, and this time, he was soothing my heart.

Unexpectedly, Muyong Bai said,

“Killing Sima Waidao is necessary, but the Wu Lin Alliance has strict laws to prevent members from going berserk. Immediate execution is rare; usually, they are sent to the alliance for processing. This is not to protect the criminals but to protect the members.”

“That’s a new perspective.”

At this point, I asked a question, thinking it might get to the root of my heart demon.

“There’s someone I hate the most in the world.”

“Yes.”

“He’s a great master, and his subordinates are strong. If I become strong enough to defeat him, and his subordinates hate and despise me, should I kill them all?”

“No need.”

“I’m a bit worried about that.”

“The only organizations like that are religions. Is your enemy the Heavenly Demon Sect?”

I smiled instead of answering.

Muyong Bai, with a tense expression, said,

“Taking the Three Disasters of the martial world as enemies, I underestimated you.”

“I’ve always had big ambitions.”

“Big indeed.”

I thought Muyong Bai was scared because I was a doctor in my previous life, so I reassured him.

“I won’t let you get hurt. Don’t worry.”

For a moment, it seemed like Muyong Bai’s pride was hurt. He suddenly said to me,

“I heard that the great masters of the Three Disasters are all immune to poisons.”

“I don’t plan to kill the great masters of the world with poisons, so it’s not my concern.”

Muyong Bai shook his head.

“That’s not it.”

“Then what?”

“I’ll study and make you immune to a hundred poisons, a thousand poisons. Being immune to poisons will make it easier to deal with Sima Waidao.”

“Immune to all poisons?”

Muyong Bai was a practical man.

“That’s a bit difficult.”

I laughed with Muyong Bai.

“I need to leave soon. I think the black path, including Shuxian, won’t leave me alone...”

“Please stand up.”

As I walked out with Muyong Bai’s farewell, he suddenly asked,

“Master.”

“Yes?”

“Have I ever treated any of your acquaintances?”

What’s the intention behind this question?

I felt a bit uneasy and chose my words carefully.

“I don’t know why you’re asking this.”

Muyong Bai, with an awkward expression, replied,

“You showed me deep kindness, so I just wondered.”

I nodded.

“Yes, it’s possible.”

After saying goodbye to Muyong Bai, I answered his question.

“Life is full of unexpected encounters. Maybe you saved me in my previous life.”

As I smiled, Muyong Bai shook his head.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Why?”

Muyong Bai smiled and said,

“I was probably a martial artist in my previous life. I killed too many people, so in this life, I might have the karma to save and treat many people.”

I looked at Muyong Bai, feeling a chill down my spine, but I replied calmly.

“It’s possible. Let’s both take care of our health.”

“Take care. Master.”

Muyong Bai bowed. I couldn’t return the martial world’s etiquette, so I bowed as well.

The unease I felt in my heart wasn’t completely resolved. Maybe it’s because I consider many great masters in the martial world as enemies.

But talking to Muyong Bai made me feel better.

After all, he’s someone I can confide in, and he’s a smart man who understands my struggles.

Only then did I notice the flowers and trees in my field of vision again.

Breathing became easier.

Feeling the heart demon at the door retreat, I returned to the Black Cat Hall.

* * *

When I arrived at the Black Cat Hall, it seemed that some people had already come, and there was a commotion. During the short walk to the main hall, I imagined the scene inside.

The people I called were the Twelve Disciples, Dugu Sheng, and Chastai.

Unfortunately, there’s not a single person Chastai can beat. I could picture Chastai quietly observing from a corner.

“Tsk.”

I opened the main hall door and paused to observe the atmosphere inside.

Dugu Sheng hadn’t arrived yet.

However, the Twelve Disciples, Xiao Junping, and other Black Cat Hall leaders were all gathered. The Twelve Disciples and Black Cat Hall leaders were seated on both sides, with Chastai in the main seat in the center.

“Hmm?”

Chastai stood up and greeted me with a bow.

“Master, you’ve arrived.”

Then, the others also greeted me.

“Hall Master, you’ve arrived.”

“Senior Brother, you’ve arrived.”

As I walked to the main seat, Chastai pulled out a chair for me.

I sat down and looked at Chastai and the Twelve Disciples and other leaders.

“Everyone, sit down.”

“Yes.”

“Some of you might not know each other, but introductions are done, right?”

Chastai, standing beside me, replied.

“All done.”

I’m a curious person. Although it felt a bit unfair, I asked Chastai to satisfy my curiosity.

“Why are you sitting in the main seat?”

Chastai, with a calm expression, replied.

“I’m the chief of Haomen.”

“That’s true.”

Hongxin, with a straightforward personality, interjected like a tattletale.

“You said you’re the second-in-command of Haomen. Senior Brother, is that true?”

I turned to Chastai and met his eyes.

Chastai’s eyes were saying,

“Say yes, please.”

“I raised a fox.”

The embodiment of borrowing a tiger’s might was right in front of me. I felt lucky I didn’t raise a tiger, but I shook my head.

“It doesn’t work. Chastai is just the chief of Haomen. There’s no second-in-command. But the chief is an important position, so treat him accordingly. As you can see, he’s a weakling who would die with a few hits.”

The Twelve Disciples’ expressions brightened.

As Chastai moved to a corner, I said,

“Chastai.”

“Yes.”

I continued to pressure Chastai.

“If you’re upset, get stronger. A weakling, a mediocre person, someone who lost to Sima Bi dozens of times, a person who borrows others’ might.”

Chastai, sitting at the end, replied.

“No, the people here met strong masters, took elixirs, and learned good martial arts, so they became strong. I had no master, no elixirs, and just survived by swinging a sword. So, I think I can’t guarantee a win with external skills alone.”

Xiao Junping, who had been listening, glared at Chastai.

“Want to try with external skills now?”

Chastai glared back and replied.

“Next time.”

It was a trivial matter, but Hongxin suddenly burst into laughter. When Hongxin laughed, Jin Hai also laughed, and then the Four Disciples also chuckled and eventually laughed.

In the end, everyone except Chastai laughed.

I couldn’t help but laugh and said,

“Definitely next time.”

“Yes.”