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Chaoge City, the most prosperous capital of the human race, is now even more bustling than before.

The streets were wide and clean, lined with shops on both sides. The "Spirit Stone Coins" promoted by Su Daji made transactions incredibly convenient, and the people lived in peace and contentment, their faces beaming with happy smiles.

Cihang Daoren stood at the city gate, looking at the scene before him, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart.

She was wearing a plain white Taoist robe and holding a dark green bottle in her hand, which looked like she was holding a branding iron.

"Is this the 'unprincipled' Shang Dynasty that Master spoke of?"

Cihang Daoren muttered to himself.

She saw an old man selling candied hawthorns, chuckling and teasing several children surrounding him, and even giving the youngest child a skewer for free.

She saw a young couple pushing a cart loaded with goods. Although they were sweating profusely, they looked at each other with eyes full of sweetness.

Even beggars on the street are given hot steamed buns by someone.

This is no hell on earth! This is clearly paradise on earth!

"Am I going to destroy this place?"

Cihang Daoren gripped the bottle tightly, his fingernails digging into his flesh.

She recalled her master's cold gaze, the sinister smile of the Taoist Ran Deng, and then looked at these vibrant lives before her.

On one hand, there is the teacher's command as heavy as a mountain; on the other hand, there is a lingering conscience.

These two forces were pulling wildly in her heart, almost tearing her Dao heart apart.

She wandered aimlessly through the streets, like a lost soul.

Unconsciously, she walked to a well.

This is one of the largest water sources in Chaoge City, and many people were drawing water from it. An older woman, having just filled her bucket, saw Cihang Daoist standing there in a daze and warmly greeted him, "Young lady, are you thirsty? Here, have a drink; this water is sweet!"

The aunt handed me a ladle of clear well water.

Cihang Daoren blankly took the water ladle and looked at his pale face reflected in it.

This water... is really clear and sweet.

If that one drop of poison is poured in, this sweet water will turn into deadly poison. This kind auntie, that old man selling candied hawthorns, that young couple... they will all die.

"No... I can't do that..."

Cihang Daoren's hand trembled, and the water ladle fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Young lady, what's wrong?" The older woman was startled and quickly came over to help her. "Are you suffering from heatstroke? You look so pale."

"N-nothing...it's nothing..." Cihang Daoren pushed the old woman away, staggering backward. "Don't touch me...I'm a bad person...I'm here to kill you all..."

Her voice was very soft; only she could hear it.

She hid in an empty alley, slid down against the wall, and sat on the ground, hugging her knees and crying bitterly.

"Master...why are you forcing me..."

"I cultivate Taoism to help and save people, not to kill..."

At this moment, a huge crack appeared in her Dao heart. Her once firm belief began to waver, and doubts about the Chan Sect's doctrines grew wildly like weeds.

Just as she was crying her heart out, a childish yet somewhat arrogant voice suddenly rang out at the alley entrance.

"Hey? There's a pretty lady crying here!"

Cihang Daoren suddenly looked up.

There were several teenagers standing at the entrance of the alley.

The one in the lead was holding a gleaming golden brick and staring at her with curiosity. Next to him, sparks were flying from his body, and another was lying on the ground studying an ant.

It was Lin Tian, ​​Lin Yang, and Lin Long, members of the "demolition office".

They had sneaked out today on a "disguised visit" (actually, they were out looking for good food), but they unexpectedly stumbled upon this scene.

"Who are you? Why are you crying?" Lin Tian walked over and pointed a brick at Cihang. "Did someone bully you? State your name, and I'll stand up for you! As long as it's not my father, there's no one in Chaoge City I'm afraid of!"

Looking at the children, Cihang Daoren suddenly felt a surge of despair.

These children... are the future of Da Shang.

If she poisoned them, they would die too.

"No...no one bullied me..." Cihang Daoren wiped away her tears, stood up and tried to leave, "I just got lost."

"Lost?" Lin Long got up from the ground, slurping his words. "Sister, you smell nice, like...something delicious?"

As he spoke, Lin Long stared intently at the dark green bottle in Cihang's hand.

Cihang Daoren was startled and instinctively hid the bottle in his bosom.

But how could this action possibly escape the notice of these clever and mischievous kids?

"What are you hiding?" Lin Yang leaned closer. "Take it out and let me see! Is it something delicious you want to keep all to yourself?"