Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 420: Chapter 53: Owe You a Life

Regarding Flying Asura’s presumptuous actions, Wei Dongliu didn’t know how to evaluate them.

Indeed, Jiang the Witch’s loose lips, despite the unavoidable elements within, greatly displeased Wei Dongliu.

This time it hadn’t caused trouble, so he let it go, but if it happened again and ruined his plans, no matter how compelling her reasons, he wouldn’t spare her!

However, Wei Dongliu had to admit that Jiang the Witch indeed was a useful source of information.

Whether it was Wen Yang, Long Xiaoqi, or Gu Lie, they were all introduced by Jiang the Witch, which demonstrated the breadth of her social connections.

In that case, it was a difficult situation to handle… or perhaps, it could be handled in any manner.

Before long, Jiang Liyan also came flying in on her sword, only to stop a few feet away, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked towards him.

Wei Dongliu watched her expressionlessly.

Jiang Liyan had prepared a myriad of excuses and pretexts, along with a pitiful demeanor and expressions, all to beg for Wei Dongliu’s forgiveness.

But when she actually faced him, she found herself unable to utter a single word.

She suddenly realized that in her life, Wei Dongliu might be the first person who had been unconditionally kind to her and had never thought of harming her.

Her master raised and taught her like one would raise pigs and dogs, ready to kill her at the slightest displeasure.

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People like Wen Yang sought cooperation with her solely for mutual benefit and could turn hostile at any moment.

Even her biological parents held no care or affection for her.

Only Great Demon Lord Wei neither coveted any benefits from her nor had he ever considered harming her…

Jiang Liyan thought all this as if she were bewitched, and then she felt the urge to cry once more.

But still, she held back her tears and just stared stubbornly at Wei Dongliu.

“What do you want to say?” Wei Dongliu frowned and asked.

“Do you hate me?” Jiang Liyan asked with a trembling voice.

Flying Asura watched the scene with glee as though she was a young girl curled up on the couch at 8 p.m. with a bag of chips, engrossed in a soap opera, before a glance from Wei Dongliu made her tactfully retreat.

“Hate you?” Wei Dongliu smiled faintly, “There’s no need; I’ve seen it all before.”

He had intended to increase his “Synchronization Value” by playing the mysterious card, “What haven’t I seen before?”

But Jiang Liyan directly interpreted it as “I’ve seen many people like you before,” and her tears finally fell unchecked down her cheeks as she bit back a cold laugh:

“Yes, that’s right. With Great Demon Lord Wei’s status, naturally, you’d look down on someone lowly like me.”

“But does Great Demon Lord Wei know what kind of life us lowly ones lead?”

“I was born into a fisherman’s family, treated as a loss from childhood. Later, when the storms at sea wouldn’t cease, the fisherman chief said the Dragon King was angry. They wanted to weigh me down with stones and sink me into the sea as a sacrifice, to become the Dragon King’s wife, and my parents didn’t even attempt to refuse!”

“Then my master passed by and took me with him, initiating me into the Heavenly Demon Path. Every day I lived in constant fear, worried about being captured for sacrifice to feed the Demon Head.”

“My dearest senior sister was tortured by master with thousands of needles until her flesh and blood was gone, offered to the Asuras descending from the Nine Heavens for their feast.”

“The second senior sister, who was close to me, fled the sect out of fear. Master personally captured her and tormented her for forty-nine torturous days until her soul dispersed.”

“Even the third senior sister, who always disagreed with me, was framed and casually killed by master with a single slap. Her soul was devoured by the Demon Head, and she couldn’t even enter the cycle of reincarnation!”

“Great Demon Lord Wei, if you were in my place, what would you do? What could you do?”

Wei Dongliu had no reaction; his face was as still as deep water, and he remained silent.

Regarding this issue alone, there’s actually not much to answer.

It’s like children born in the Middle East, saying they’ve been fighting with AKs since they were little, never getting enough to eat, with all their parents and siblings dead. If you ask domestic netizens what they think, they can probably only watch with their cell phones, sitting, standing, or lying down.

To put it more bluntly, what does it have to do with me?

Different people have different circumstances, and their joys and sorrows are hard to share, especially when it comes to people they are not familiar with.

He may not have experienced the dangerous predicament of being weak and helpless with enemies all around, but has Jiang Liyan ever had the experience of being constantly anxious and walking on thin ice as a spy?

Everyone has their own hardships, and only those who get through them have the chance to complain. For those who don’t make it… there’s nothing left, and even if they complain, no one will hear them.

“Great Demon Lord Wei must find me laughable,” Jiang Liyan said, wiping the tears from her face, her voice choked with emotion. “I just want to survive.”

“Who doesn’t want to survive?” Wei Dongliu said in a deep voice, “Those who live to a hundred want to prolong their lives; those who are poor and downtrodden seek wealth and honor; when fighting others, one must resist to the death. Even the practice of cultivation itself, isn’t it a struggle against fate?”

“Great Demon Lord Wei speaks great truths,” Jiang Liyan said, biting back her sobs. “I come from humble origins and don’t understand such profound principles.”

“This young lady only knows that surviving is very difficult, so one must use every bit of their own strength, lay all of their chips on the table, to fight for any possible chance for life, even if it means lying, deceiving, betraying, and using any means necessary… as long as it allows one to survive, it is worthwhile, necessary…”

“…Because if one dies, then there’s nothing left!”

“Those you love, hate, and wish to see, along with any trace of your own existence, will all be completely erased from this world!”

She cried out so vehemently that even the Flying Asura hiding in the distance could hear her, and couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.

Indeed, what this young girl said was true. If you can survive, what does it matter if you turn into a zombie?

It’s just that she’s a bit too emotional. With the status of a Demon Lord, why would he care about her slight betrayal?

As long as you remain useful to the Demon Lord, he will not do anything to you.

Just as the Flying Asura predicted, Wei Dongliu, when faced with Jiang Liyan’s revelation of her true nature, felt a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

To be honest, struggling for survival isn’t embarrassing. If you’re truly in a desperate situation, everyone understands it well enough to sympathize.

But when you bring up reasons like “in order to survive” or “even if it means using any means necessary,” it sounds like you’re making excuses for yourself, and that seems a bit despicable.

However, Jiang the Witch, being a witch who is a little selfish, cunning, and even evil, isn’t entirely unacceptable.

After all, the entity that is Wei Dongliu is searching for the hidden Hell Path, a sect that has been concealed for nearly ten thousand years, manipulating the circumstances within the Cultivation Realm with extreme craftiness and cunning.

If someone who is equally crafty could assist him, it would naturally be more beneficial than detrimental to his cause.

Yes, just less of such clumsy, forced betrayals would be good.

While he was immersed in silent contemplation, Jiang Liyan lowered her eyes, murmuring to herself, her face ashen.

“I will not tolerate a second betrayal,” Wei Dongliu suddenly said.

Jiang Liyan’s eyes widened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but soon her body weakened, lacking the strength to speak further, and her face turned rosy.

“If there’s a second time,” Wei Dongliu squinted his eyes, “you will undoubtedly die, not even a god can save you.”

Jiang Liyan was silent for a long while, then suddenly smiled through her tears, stretching out her slender hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, speaking gratefully,

“Yes, yes, thank you Great Demon Lord Wei for forgiving my transgressions, I owe you my life…”

Speaking of owing a life, given Jiang the Witch’s degree of fearing death, she definitely has no plans to repay it.

But if there is a next time for betrayal, both old and new debts will be pursued together, and then, death will not be the end of it.

Both the cold-faced Wei Dongliu and the now smiling Jiang Liyan were very clear about this.