Does Being Mentally Ill Make You Right?

Hearing this, Qi Yuan was overjoyed. "Good brother, so generous!" Qi Yuan decided that he could not hoard it all for himself; he had to leave the bones for True Monarch Dazhi. He nibbled on the meat of the Chaos-Filth Bird, chewing gently. A sweet, savory aroma drifted up, filling his senses and making his mouth water. It wasn't tough or dry at all; it surpassed every delicacy Qi Yuan had ever tasted in his life. For a moment, he completely forgot his previous intention and swallowed the Chaos-Filth Bird whole into his stomach. At once, he felt what seemed like a warm current flowing into his belly, and his mind grew remarkably clear. "What a great thing! After eating it, my ears and eyes feel sharper than ever. Whose bird was this? What a truly good person—knowing it was mealtime and I was hungry, they went out of their way to feed me." As he rambled on, Qi Yuan felt a bit awkward. Before digging in, he had planned to save some bones for True Monarch Dazhi. Yet he had gotten carried away while eating and ended up swallowing even the bones. He felt rather embarrassed. However, noticing the leftover feathers on the ground, his eyes lit up. He picked up the feathers, looking as though he had made a weighty decision. "There are still some feathers left—why don't you eat these? This bird was delicious, an absolute delicacy of the mortal world!" True Monarch Dazhi stared at the feathers, a flurry of emotions flickering through his eyes. Suddenly, an intelligent light flashed across his gaze, and his expression turned unprecedentedly grave. "Did you notice that this bird was very strange? That something was wrong with it?" Hearing that, Qi Yuan froze for a second. "What do you mean?" Could there be a conspiracy? "That bird was raving mad and utterly deranged. I suspect it... was sick!" The words "was sick" crashed like thunder into Qi Yuan's ears. His expression shifted dramatically, as if he had stumbled upon something horrific. His forehead turned pale, and cold sweat broke out and rolled down his face. "I'm done for, I'm completely done for! That dead bird definitely had rabies!" Qi Yuan fell into a total panic. "There are no vaccines here, what am I going to do!" He was genuinely anxious. What was one supposed to do after eating a rabid bird? True Monarch Dazhi remained silent, pondering something with deep focus. At this moment, fury surfaced on Qi Yuan's face. "Vile! Who could be so malicious as to ambush me with a sick bird!" Qi Yuan was furious, and the consequences would be dire. Moral decay was truly rampant these days. Letting a sick bird run around off-leash without even putting it on a tether! Granted, eating it hadn't been entirely ethical on his part. But what if that mad bird had pecked him! The bird's owner had no morals whatsoever. "Who was it?!" Enraged, Qi Yuan bellowed. His formidable divine sense surged out in that instant, sweeping across the entire Qinghong City. Every Yin God in Qinghong City sensed this incomparably overwhelming aura, and their faces paled in fright. "What happened?" "Who offended Senior Blood-Robed Sword God?!" It wasn't just the Yin Gods; all the cultivators noticed the commotion, shaken beyond measure. Just who had the audacity to make the Blood-Robed Sword God this angry? One had to understand that the Blood-Robed Sword God was an incarnation of slaughter. He never got angry before killing; he simply killed on sight. This was the very first time he had displayed anger! Meanwhile, within the courtyard, Shi Rulan heard that cold shout. Her eyes turned manic and fulfilled, as though a pleasure magnified a hundred thousand times had washed over her. "Hahaha, he's finally gone mad! We have fulfilled our mission!" "With the task complete, we can depart in peace!" "It's a pity for the people of Qinghong City, who must all die by his hand. This is a necessary sacrifice. The root of everything is the Blood-Robed Sword God—if they want to blame someone, let them blame him!" Shi Rulan sneered, a fanatical look in her eyes tinged with a shred of pity for the ordinary cultivators of Qinghong City. Yet right at that moment, a terrifying aura permeated the air. The two inside the room stiffened, instantly catching sight of a blood-red figure. Seeing who had arrived, Shi Rulan's eyes widened in sudden shock. "How can this be!" Shi Rushan was equally astounded. Once the Chaos-Filth Bird appeared, shouldn't the Blood-Robed Sword God have fallen into madness and embarked on a slaughter? Why had he suddenly appeared here? "So it was you two who used a sick bird to harm me! Good, what tremendous guts you have!" Qi Yuan glared at the pair, seething with rage. Shi Rulan's eyes were wide as saucers, her face filled with disbelief. "What is going on? Why weren't you affected by the Chaos-Filth Bird?" Shi Rushan looked utterly bewildered and crestfallen. He wondered where things could have gone wrong to produce such an outcome. "You two little brats tried to harm me with a sick bird! You wanted me to catch rabies, didn't you? Well, I'm not afraid! I'm an immortal cultivator; I can hand-craft a vaccine! What kind of dogshit Chaos-Filth Bird was that? It couldn't affect me in the slightest!" Qi Yuan was truly furious, even letting curses slip. Fortunately, he was a cultivator and could whip up a rabies vaccine by hand. What if an ordinary mortal had eaten that bird? That was a human life! Seeing Qi Yuan's state, Shi Rulan felt her spirits plummet. Judging by Qi Yuan's current demeanor, while his words left her bewildered, he displayed none of the frenzied urge to slaughter, nor was there any aura of madness about him. "You... you ate the Chaos-Filth Bird?" Shi Rushan stared at Qi Yuan in horror. That was an ancient divine bird, a creature of legends and myth. And it had been eaten. How could he be perfectly fine? His mind was in utter turmoil. Then, recalling something, his expression turned pious once more. Since the ambush had failed, he would use destiny and righteous duty to persuade the Blood-Robed Sword God! Of course, persuading him would only be temporary. He merely wanted the Blood-Robed Sword God to let down his guard before launching another scheme. "Blood-Robed Sword God, do you believe in destiny? Do you wish to see a vision of the future?" Shi Rushan calmed down, projecting the air of a mystic. Right then, True Monarch Dazhi hurriedly called out: "Tear his mouth apart, quick!" "I feel like I'm about to lose my mother!" Qi Yuan understood True Monarch Dazhi's meaning immediately. "You dare try to curse my cyber parents?! You're courting death!" Without another second's hesitation, he cast a spell. Both of their mouths were instantly torn to shreds. Then, dense needles and threads stitched their lips firmly shut. Seeing this, Shi Rulan and Shi Rushan felt both remorse and agony. Their plan had failed completely. The man had no intention of listening to them speak. This torment was twice as negative as the pleasure they had felt earlier. "I'll search their souls and kill them," Qi Yuan sneered, looking down at the two. "Trying to plot against me—they really have no idea who's boss here." The two Destiny Sorcerers looked thoroughly defeated. They did not fear death; what they feared was dying before completing their mission. *No!* both screamed in their hearts. Yet Qi Yuan gave them no chance at all. His divine sense barged tyrannically into their souls, performing a soul search. Their expressions went blank, contorted in agony. "Mountain of Destiny?" "Destiny Sorcerers?" "Gate of Destiny?" "These two are actually psychiatric patients!" Scanning their memories, Qi Yuan concluded that both of them were mentally ill. "What is that Mountain of Destiny even doing? Instead of locking their mental patients safely at home, they let them run wild and harm people!" Killing intent flashed in Qi Yuan's eyes. He despised people who used mental illness as an excuse to bully others. They would torment someone, whip out a psychiatric certificate, and walk away scot-free without bearing any responsibility. He reached out and snatched a strangely shaped miniature gate from Shi Rulan's storage bag. This was the instrument the Mountain of Destiny relied on to summon the Gate of Destiny. "Since the mentally ill cannot bear responsibility, it seems your Mountain of Destiny will have to take full blame!" "Bloodline Guide, Curse of Death!" In that moment, Qi Yuan unleashed a mighty divine ability. Tracing across tens of thousands of li, the ability struck an unremarkable hill. Instantly, wave after wave of bloodcurdling screams erupted from within that mountain. Countless cultivators wailed in agony, their faces twisted with terror. They had no idea what was happening. They could clearly foresee the destiny of the Canglan Realm and guide it along its path, yet none of them had predicted the destiny of the Mountain of Destiny itself. Evidently, every one of those cultivators succumbed to Qi Yuan's curse and perished. Had they been Yin Gods, Qi Yuan would not have been able to curse them to death so easily. Against a mere bunch of Purple Mansions and Divine Infants, however, it was effortless. "No!" Shi Rulan's eyes swelled and wept tears of blood. She sensed everything that had just occurred at the Mountain of Destiny. *You devil!* Her heart burned with rage and overwhelming remorse. Alas, she could not even struggle. "Alright, your guardians have taken responsibility... so as for you two..." "Sorry, but I'm not a court of law, so you have to take responsibility too." He casually flicked his fingers. In an instant, two heads exploded. The courtyard fell utterly silent. At the same time, in the Eastern Lands. An old man sat in a wheelchair, a faint smile gracing his eyes. "How interesting... So it was them playing tricks back then." "My previous life's self... I wonder if this is a blessing in disguise, or something else." He recalled how he had offered to take his previous life's incarnation as a disciple, only to be rejected.