Chapter 136.1: Flip the Table, If Someone Has to Die, Its You!
Bai Ze was caught in an impossible dilemma. If he killed, he would be killing the wrong person and staining his Buddha heart. But if he refrained, he would be abandoning his original vow, and his Buddha heart would bear that flaw all the same.
Either way, Shang Yanran would get exactly what she wanted: the Great Sun Golden Lotus.
Qi Yuan worked through the logic and could only sigh internally. This Slate of Fate sure loves meddling with destiny, but it's such a timid rat. If it were me? To hell with the consequences, I would just swallow the Great Sun Golden Lotus whole. If you don't even dare eat it, what kind of "Slate of Fate" are you?
Still, Qi Yuan himself was also cornered. If he made Bai Ze remember that he had once been the Great Demon, the entire Flowing Wind World would be doomed. If he didn't expose Shang Yanran for what she truly was, then she would succeed.
Just then, Shang Yanran gazed at Bai Ze, full of anticipation. "Join hands with me. Kill the Great Demon, and the world will know peace. But if you don’t kill him...”
A murkiness rose in Bai Ze's pure eyes. It was the mark left on his Buddha heart ten thousand years ago by the Slate of Fate. He looked at Qi Yuan, then at the hundred thousand Supremes around them. Pain surfaced in his eyes. He couldn't speak. One was his Master. The other was all living beings of the world.
Qi Yuan glanced at him and raised his voice. "Bai Ze, let me teach you one last lesson. All the worries of this world exist because we refuse to let go. Forget everything and there will be no more suffering."
Bai Ze's Buddha heart trembled violently. One last lesson? Is Master planning to sacrifice himself again?
Shang Yanran froze, her heart bursting with joy. Ning Tao’s eyes widened as she looked at Qi Yuan. Though her lips stayed still, her gaze laid bare everything in her heart.
All the Supremes were staring at Qi Yuan the same way, making him feel baffled. Why does everyone think I am about to heroically sacrifice myself? Since when did I have such lofty morals?
Then, he turned to Shang Yanran. "As your Master, I'll teach you one last thing, too. Scheming, manipulating hearts, and altering fates lead nowhere. Only strength can win hearts and command fate."
Shang Yanran’s pupils shrank. A surge of fear shot through her. Did the Blood Master know something? How can he possibly know?