The righteousness of disregarding the lives of others

The First Division Chief felt that he needed to broaden his horizons in the future.

It wasn't that he hadn't stepped out of the Holy Capital on his own before.

But after leaving the Holy Capital, he had to be cautious.

He felt danger on all sides, and some of it was truly hair-raising.

With his older sister trapped as well, he felt that he couldn't solve this matter alone.

That was why he thought of recruiting Zhou Ziming to form a team.

It was a choice born of necessity.

His relationship with the other Directors of the Sanctuary was mediocre at best.

It was likely impossible to ask them for help.

After all, this matter was dangerous, and others wouldn't help for nothing.

The only viable option was probably Zhou Ziming.

Moreover, Zhou Ziming possessed an incredibly powerful Magic Treasure and his own strength was quite impressive.

The First Division Chief decided to give it a shot.

He hadn't expected that when things happened, Zhou Ziming would actually charge right in.

But what the First Division Chief expected even less was—wasn't this Zhou Ziming a bit too ridiculous?

Being with Zhou Ziming, the whole damn vibe had changed.

The First Division Chief had a feeling that he wasn't here to rescue someone, but rather on a vacation.

Wherever they went, evil spirits dispersed.

Even that thick mist could be shouted away by Zhou Ziming!

The First Division Chief wanted to try it himself now.

"Old Zhou, hide your aura!"

Zhou Ziming didn't quite understand.

But he did as requested.

Sure enough, after Zhou Ziming hid his aura, the thick mist enveloped them again.

And the air was filled with bursts of eerie laughter.

The First Division Chief let out a roar.

"Scram!"

*Slap~*

The First Division Chief clutched his face: "???"

*Slap slap slap slap...*

A series of slaps rang out.

Zhou Ziming could only let lightning flare across his body again.

The thick mist instantly retreated.

The First Division Chief's hands were still busy blocking.

After realizing the movement had stopped, the First Division Chief looked at Zhou Ziming with a bruised and swollen face.

"Did you see what kind of thing was hitting me?"

Zhou Ziming: "..."

He couldn't help but ask: "Do you have some kind of masochistic fetish?"

The First Division Chief shook his head.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't. I just wanted to see if I could do it. I think it's an issue with my Cultivation Technique!"

"Restrain your aura again, let me try one more time!"

Zhou Ziming: "..."

Alright, Zhou Ziming restrained his aura once more.

The First Division Chief's body also erupted with thunder.

"All of you... Ouch..."

*Bang... slap... clatter... thud thud thud...*

When Zhou Ziming activated his Cultivation Technique again, the thick mist dispersed.

The First Division Chief sat on the ground, questioning his existence.

"No, why?"

Zhou Ziming gave no further explanation.

He directly swung a sword strike.

"Ah..."

That sword strike cut into the thick mist, instantly causing a scream from the shadows. The First Division Chief even saw a burst of black blood appear out of thin air.

The First Division Chief understood instantly.

While it was important that lightning countered these evil entities...

The most important thing was that Zhou Ziming could still kill these things even with normal methods.

If he used lightning on top of his 'everything-can-be-killed' trait, it would be a wonder if those evil spirits weren't afraid of him.

So, when Zhou Ziming told these things to scram, they didn't dare to disobey.

After all, no one wanted to die.

The First Division Chief suddenly said.

"Why not just eliminate them directly to save them from coming out to harm people again?"

Zhou Ziming rolled his eyes.

"These are just small fry that came out. Even ordinary Cultivators can't handle these things. If I kill them, what happens if even more powerful things emerge later?"

"I can't stay here forever. I have to go back to the Holy Capital!"

"The only thing that can save this place is for a Cultivator to emerge here who can carry the burden!"

The First Division Chief was stunned.

He then felt that these words made sense.

They had to return to the Holy Capital eventually.

If they slaughtered all these things and something even more powerful came out after they left, wouldn't the East Continent be doomed!

The First Division Chief could only say that as expected of Zhou Ziming, he acted ruthlessly and seemingly disregarded the lives of others, yet he considered the big picture.

But now the problem was...

"But that's not right. The people who took your Opportunities beforehand are all dead, and those three Opportunities have vanished. It'll be hard for another capable Cultivator to appear in the East Continent!"

Zhou Ziming gave a chuckle.

"No matter, we can train one. If all else fails, we can transfer one or two Black-Robes from the Dao Sect to oversee the place!"

The First Division Chief nodded.

However, the First Division Chief suddenly realized something.

"Wait, do you think it would work if I stayed to oversee the East Continent?"

Zhou Ziming shook his head.

"No, that would be a waste of talent."

The First Division Chief liked hearing that.

But touching his own face, the First Division Chief felt a bit embarrassed.

*Boom...*

At this moment, the First Division Chief's Dao Integration aura completely radiated out.

Boundless flames even began to burn around him.

"Ah..."

Feeling the temperature of those flames, the thick mist also screamed and retreated.

The First Division Chief felt refreshed.

Although he couldn't make these things retreat without using his cultivation like Zhou Ziming...

He could still do it once he used his power.

Zhou Ziming shook his head and smiled.

This damn male competitiveness... ——————

Because of Zhou Ziming's deterrent effect that made evil spirits disperse...

They found people very quickly.

But before long.

The two of them suddenly heard bursts of feminine chatter and the sound of flowing water.

The First Division Chief released his Divine Sense to investigate.

Then his nose began to bleed.

The First Division Chief looked at Zhou Ziming.

He found that Zhou Ziming was very calm.

He even looked down at Zhou Ziming's crotch.

Mhm, no reaction at all!

"No way, you can withstand this scene?"

Zhou Ziming snorted.

"If you've seen enough of the Parisian Macao, you'd be like this too!"

First Division Chief: "??? What people?"

Zhou Ziming didn't explain.

However, he carefully observed with his Divine Sense for a while, and then his expression became somewhat odd.

"I think I see your sister!"

The First Division Chief was instantly excited.

"Where?"

Zhou Ziming: "The one in the middle, is that your sister?"

The First Division Chief used his Divine Thought to observe carefully.

"Yes, that's her, that's my sister. Wait, there's something wrong with these women!"

The First Division Chief was anxious.

He instantly appeared by the edge of that pond.

"Sister, come up quickly!"

As the First Division Chief shouted...

The women in the pond instantly looked toward him.

For a moment, the First Division Chief's scalp tingled.

Because those women's faces instantly turned into snake faces, their eyes glowing with green light.

Furthermore, the eerie aura on them made the First Division Chief feel a mortal danger.

"D-D-Don't move!"

At this moment, Zhong Yan, who was in the middle of the pond, spoke.

Those women changed back again and then all clung to Zhong Yan.

To this, Zhong Yan was also very helpless.

Right at that moment.

Zhou Ziming walked out from behind the First Division Chief.

Zhong Yan saw Zhou Ziming and was instantly overjoyed.

"H-H-Husband, y-y-you've come!"

Zhou Ziming: "???"

First Division Chief: "???"