The audience collectively condemned the Chi Hua Society and surrounded Wu Tianfeng, but none of that affected Yan Shouyi.
After revealing the truth to the public, he had only one thing left to do.
To avenge the thousands of wronged souls, the heroes of a hundred years ago, and the nameless descendant of Lu Ban, and to bring them justice!
The Ancestral Dragon Sword was still stuck in Shi Kui's chest. Shi Kui's six arms strained in unison, attempting to pull the Ancestral Dragon Sword out.
But what kind of divine artifact was the Ancestral Dragon Sword?
Even Yan Shouyi, who had gained the Ancestral Dragon Sword's recognition, needed to gather True Dragon Purple Qi to wield it.
How could the demon monk Shi Kui be worthy of pulling out the Ancestral Dragon Sword?
His struggle was destined to be futile.
Yan Shouyi reached out and grabbed, and the Zhan Po Dao in the distance flew into his hand of its own accord.
"The soul of an Asura is too violent. I will not let you enter the cycle of reincarnation," Yan Shouyi said faintly. "Therefore, if you wish to repent, I can give you a few minutes now."
Shi Kui, kneeling on the ground, looked up at Yan Shouyi with pleading eyes:
"Spare my life... I am willing to serve you like a beast of burden, even if it means guarding your Folklore Research Society for all eternity, I will have no complaints..."
At this moment, the audience denouncing the Chi Hua Society suddenly had their attention drawn to Shi Kui.
Shi Kui wasn't dead yet.
The demon monk before them, the reincarnation of an Asura, had bowed his head, even willing to submit to Yan Shouyi and become the "watchdog" of the Folklore Research Society.
Everyone asked themselves, if they were the ones making the decision, they probably wouldn't refuse Shi Kui.
After all, the Asura was extremely powerful. Having such a master guarding them would undoubtedly bring immense a sense of security to the members of the Folklore Research Society.
As for the possibility of Shi Kui committing evil deeds, everyone's hearts believed that as long as he was managed properly, Shi Kui would not go astray again. After all, even the Chi Hua Society had suppressed Shi Kui for so many years.
However, some people had an unresolvable issue in their hearts: Shi Kui had committed numerous wicked deeds. If Yan Shouyi chose to forgive Shi Kui and take him into the Folklore Research Society, what would be the difference between Yan Shouyi and the ancestor of the Chi Hua Society?
The rationalists believed that making good use of Shi Kui and letting him atone for his sins was the way to maximize benefits.
The sentimentalists, however, believed that no matter how many benefits Shi Kui could bring to the Folklore Research Society, a sinner was still a sinner. If he did not die, the wronged souls in heaven would not be appeased.
What would Yan Shouyi choose?
Everyone watched him silently.
Seeing Yan Shouyi remain unmoved, Shi Kui feared that the bargaining chips he offered were not enough and hurriedly said:
"You don't need to fear me committing evil again. You can even re-insert the Demon Sealing Nails into my body, sealing my cultivation and memories..."
"I am willing to eat vegetarian meals and chant scriptures every day, abandon darkness and turn to light, and become a true monk!"
"Please, I don't want to die..."
In the face of life and death, even the reincarnation of an Asura had to bow to Yan Shouyi.
Yan Shouyi continued to look at Shi Kui in silence.
Shi Kui gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, opened his mouth, and said: "I..."
"You don't need to say anything more."
Yan Shouyi swiftly brought down his blade, acting decisively. Before Shi Kui could finish his words, he beheaded him.
Shi Kui's head, with its six eyes, rolled to the ground with a dull thud.
His eyes were wide open, his mouth still agape, as if he had unsaid words, dying with regret.
His body also collapsed powerlessly into the ruins, blood slowly spreading.
Yan Shouyi shook the Zhan Po Dao, shedding the blood.
Then, he reached with his left hand to pull the Ancestral Dragon Sword from Shi Kui's corpse. The Ancestral Dragon Sword remained unstained by blood, and the last trace of True Dragon Purple Qi on the bronze blade slowly dissipated.
"If I were to spare you, wouldn't I be the same as the ancestor of the Chi Hua Society?"
Yan Shouyi said coldly, "Moreover, my Folklore Research Society does not lack strong individuals."
Decisive!
Domineering!
At this moment, whether they were rationalists or sentimentalists, they were deeply impressed by Yan Shouyi's words!
He refused to take Shi Kui in because he did not want to be tainted by the Chi Hua Society.
He ultimately refused to take Shi Kui in because he had absolute confidence in the Folklore Research Society!
What if they lacked an Asura reincarnation?
My Folklore Research Society is full of talented individuals, we don't lack strong fighters!
Lin Zitong looked at Yan Shouyi's figure, a smile on her lips, and light in her eyes.
This was the man of her Lin Zitong. Whether it was six years ago at the bottom of the well, or now on the ruins, that man had never changed, nor had he ever disappointed Lin Zitong!
"As expected of you, Old Yan!" Wang Ji wagged his tail excitedly, already envisioning the future of the Folklore Research Society.
The dog Daoist and the monk Miaoji were the same, their faces filled with relief and emotion.
It was a pity that Yan Chou, the father, was not present to witness his son's glorious moment!
Yan Shouyi, holding the Ancestral Dragon Sword, suddenly saw a wisp of True Dragon Purple Qi float from Shi Kui's corpse towards him.
Logically, after he had supernaturally aided thousands of wronged souls and used the Ancestral Dragon Sword for a move called "One Sword Asks the Heavens," all the True Dragon Purple Qi should have been consumed.
However, because he did not choose to keep Shi Kui at the last moment, but instead killed him, it was considered a meritorious deed, and thus he received another wisp of True Dragon Purple Qi!
This was akin to acting on behalf of heaven, and it was also something Yan Shouyi had not anticipated.
After collecting that wisp of True Dragon Purple Qi, Yan Shouyi raised the Ancestral Dragon Sword and declared loudly:
"The Asura reincarnation, the demon monk Shi Kui, has been defeated by my hand!"
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Next, Yan Shouyi pointed his sword at Wu Tianfeng and said, "Wu Tianfeng, the young master of the Chi Hua Society, do you dare to step onto the stage for this final arena battle?!"
The agreed-upon arena battles were to be three in total, each one not distinguishing between life and death.
In the first match, Yan Shouyi defeated the left protector with just one strike and also tricked him out of his Demon Refining Pot.
The second match, though fought with great intensity, also pushed the atmosphere to a climax.
There was only this last match remaining...
Could the Chi Hua Society produce anyone more formidable than Shi Kui?
If not, then at least the highest-ranking person should appear, right?
This person should be none other than the young master of the Chi Hua Society, Wu Tianfeng.
Under the gaze of the crowd, Wu Tianfeng couldn't lift his head for a moment.
Previously, he had been arrogant, believing Yan Shouyi was nothing special. Now that Yan Shouyi had displayed terrifying strength, Wu Tianfeng, being no fool, knew better than to step onto the stage to seek death.
However, the audience present watched him with schadenfreude, eagerly hoping he would fly into a rage and step onto the stage to die.
"As long as the green hills remain, there will be wood to burn... Yan Shouyi is triumphant for now, but who can tell what the future holds... My admitting defeat now does not mean there won't be opportunities for revenge later. This is called being able to bend and stretch, which is the behavior of a true man..."
After a period of self-comfort in his mind, Wu Tianfeng confidently raised his head:
"I concede!"
The audience let out a chorus of boos.
Not being able to witness the scumbag Wu Tianfeng step onto the stage to accept his death was the greatest regret of their outing!