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This donghua is adapted from the novel "Zhu Xian" written by Xiao Ding

ZHU XIAN Immortal Executioner

Episode 15

Where am I?

Black Heart,

watch this sword move of mine!

Black Heart?

Could it be the Black Heart Elder,

Blood-Striking Bead's former owner?

Your sword technique remains unimpressive.

Now witness my technique of the Dao of humans!

Malicious Dragon Submerges Seas!

Illusory Moon Cave

truly holds heaven-shaking power.

Black Heart,

your malice remains as overwhelming as ever.

Qingye,

your pedantry hasn't diminished one bit.

He's Master Qingye?

Heaven and earth share my existence.

All things unite through me.

The Dao acts through inaction, yet accomplishes all.

Though you possess temporary might,

you'll never escape nature's constraints.

The radiance of the sun and moon

and the cycle of creation and demise

all rest within my grasp.

Having attained the Dao,

I act according to my will,

transcending all worldly bonds.

Arrogant fool!

Heaven's laws prevail,

and all things follow order.

Defying nature's course

will only bring your demise.

Such a narrow view.

Utterly deluded!

Blood-Striking Bead's malice?

Why does it dwell within you?

Young man,

your life is troubled,

and you face a dilemma.

Have you considered

that had you embraced righteousness,

the path before you

would have been

an easy pathway to success?

I have a life scalded by boiling oil,

enduring endless torment.

Through countless sleepless nights,

I did think of that.

The heavens favor none

but the virtuous.

Follow nature's flow

without personal bias,

and order will reign.

Without the Blood-Striking Bead's power,

though my life might be ordinary,

none would die because of me.

But through inaction,

would those you cherish

truly be spared?

When catastrophe strikes,

you could only watch helplessly.

Only the strong survive.

The discrepancy

between good and evil is but self-imposed chains.

Without power,

I'll remain others' prey.

All forms of power

shall be harnessed by me.

What a worthy young man.

With overwhelming might,

people's life and death

and the world's safety

are all at your discretion.

If my sacrifice

could avert disaster,

I'd gladly sacrifice myself.

Die!

Die!

Die!

Master.

This Bone Serpent moves swiftly.

Avoid direct confrontation.

Strike its weak points!

Junior Xueqi!

The myriad spells of the Dao.

Thunder's thousandfold might.

Junior Xueqi!

It regenerated completely.

Physical attacks don't faze it.

Then freeze its skeletal structure.

Master is slowing its movements.

Let's strike its demon core together.

Xueqi, be careful!

Senior.

Go now, Xueqi.

Take Qinglan with you.

Formless is Qinglan!

Tianya slays the demon!

Demon-Subduing Golden Form!

Uncle Master!

Uncle Master Pufang!

We're here to help.

Amitabha.

The evil creature

has shown its true form.

It ends now.

The Great Dao has different paths.

A slight error in the beginning

leads to a thousand-mile deviation.

Do you know that one wrong step

makes redemption impossible?

No need for redemption.

Should heaven block me,

I'll break its laws with my fists.

Should the underworld hinder me,

I'll smash its shackles with my might.

What should I do?

Heaven's will is clear.

Just focus your mind and tread resolutely.

Follow the flow of fate

to reach greater heights

and advance further.

Heaven and earth are illusions.

The Great Dao is merciless.

Success justifies everything.

This eternal truth remains.

A millennium of grievances

can be settled in one game.

Within this limited space,

all mortals serve as pawns.

Being good or evil

rests on your single thought.

The path is long and treacherous.

Why cling to delusions

and shackle yourself?

Wield boundless spiritual energy to dispel all obstacles.

Then nothing can hinder you.

What should I do?

All mortals serve as pawns.

Why shackle yourself?

Rests on your single thought.

The path is long and treacherous.

Why cling to delusions?

Then nothing can hinder you.

Master.

Xiaofan,

do you have anything to say to me?

At dawn tomorrow,

Master Daoxuan will meet you in Yuqing Hall.

Is it because of this fire poker?

Master, do you also think it's evil?

Is your mistress' sword Moxue

good or evil in your eyes?

You battle demons and uphold justice.

Your swords must be good.

But Moxue was originally a weapon from Baiduzi in Wandu Sect.

Later, Senior Wan...

a senior seized it

and gifted it to your mistress.

So you're saying

weapons aren't inherently good or evil.

Only people can be good or evil.

Be it weapons or techniques

or even power itself...

Be it weapons or techniques

or even power itself...

All originate from nature.

Their nature depends on the wielder's mind.

No matter what choice I made,

it still led me astray.

What truly defines good and evil,

right and wrong,

and truth and lies?

Whichever path I take,

someone will leave me in the end.

Must accepting fate

mean watching loved ones depart

while remaining powerless

and being forced to endure?

I'll never walk

this path!

If you truly act so wantonly,

following only your will,

why are you here talking nonsense to me?

If you dare,

just kill me and be done with it!

You...

Right and wrong,

good and evil,

and truth and lies

aren't decided by your debates,

nor by public opinion.

Others' paths have their merits,

but none are mine.

My path resides in my heart.

He is blazing a new trail.

Truly formidable youth.

The waning moon hangs in the long night, clouds veiling the stars

Empty mountains, withered grass all gone

The western wind brushes sorrow across a thousand miles

Bamboo shadows ripple on emerald peaks

Pour a drifting cup, asking heaven and earth

How can one escape fate?

Even with temples grayed by hardship, I never let go

Smoke rises from the hearth of the bamboo dwelling

Where can I seek and find it?

Half a life adrift, always a traveler against the tide

All in vain

Love and hate, sorrow and joy—all are fated

Dreams return to the past

The scene remains, the people have changed—silent, I stroll the old woods

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I return home?

Where can I seek and find it?

Half a life adrift, always a traveler against the tide

All in vain

Love and hate, sorrow and joy—all are fated

Dreams return to the past

The scene remains, the people have changed—silent, I stroll the old woods

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I return home?

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I

return home?