Cowardice is evil, and escape is also evil.
But what room did Yan Huan have for cowardice or escape? He turned around, ready to face Liu Fuguang's accusation and disappointment.
It was beyond his expectation.
Liu Fuguang was no longer looking at him. He was talking to Jin Cuixu. His slender, jade-like hand was gently pressing on the other's shoulder, with an encouraging smile on his face.
In an instant, Yan Huan's emotions changed from fear to violent hatred.
He could endure anything. All the hatred, pain, suffering Liu Fuguang gave him... all the tears like fire and ice knives, he drank them all eagerly. But there was only one thing he could not endure no matter what.
Liu Fuguang's neglect, coupled with the fact that he generously shared the attention that should have belonged to him with others!
… But he couldn't do anything.
He calmly put away his ferocious face and walked up to him with a friendly expression.
"... It's great that you have such an ambition," Liu Fuguang looked at Jin Cuixu. Only Yan Huan could see that his smile at the moment actually contained worry. "But such a great aspiration is really difficult to achieve..."
Jin Cuixu grinned and clenched her fist with great vigor: "Everything depends on human effort! If we take one step at a time, we will eventually see results, right? There are so many women like Yue Niang in the secular world. They are women, and so am I! I have the energy and time to spare. If a cultivator like me doesn't stand up for them, who else will help them?"
Liu Fuguang nodded, returned the Songwen Sword to her, and said gently: "You are a good child."
Jin Cuixu blushed, scratched her head and chuckled: "I've been out for such a long time, I should go back and report to the sect! Brother Fuguang, Brother Yan, Big Brother Yan, thank you for helping to solve the problem of the Nine Sons Mother!"
She came closer and whispered, "I know you are not ordinary monks, right? I won't tell my master about you. Some of them..."
Her expression dimmed for a moment, then she smiled again: "Some of them are very rude and will definitely come to bother you. Wouldn't that be repaying kindness with enmity?"
Liu Fuguang smiled and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say."
Jin Cuixu waved to them one last time, skipped on the moonlight on the ground, stepped on the flying sword, and flew away with a "whoosh".
When two monks meet by chance, they don't need to be reluctant to part. Liu Fuguang is used to it. Yan Huan pretends to be calm and asks, "Why are you worried about her?"
"… She is young after all." Liu Fuguang put away his smile and looked at the clouds in the sky that were cut by the sword energy. "She actually said that she wanted to save all the women in the world and make them no longer suffer from hardships…"
Yan Huan wanted to burst out laughing, but then he realized that he should keep a low profile and quickly kept quiet, saying only briefly, "She doesn't understand."
"She really doesn't understand," Liu Fuguang said softly, "Among cultivators, most respect the strong, which can barely ease the situation. But in the mortal world, how many cannibalistic etiquette and educational rules are rooted in the flesh and blood of women?"
"The king controls the life and death of his subjects, the parents the life and death of their children, the husband the life and death of his wives and concubines, the master the life and death of his servants - are people born different, and can one kind of person be more noble than another? This is all resentment and karmic debt. Whenever someone is oppressed, he will be filled with resentment. If he dares not vent his resentment upward, he will vent it on those who are lower than him."