One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 51 Fireside Chat

Qiu Rang took three steps back, staring incredulously at the jade ruyi in his hand.

The light dimmed, and even a faint crack appeared!

That's a magical artifact!

It was actually broken by a tree branch?!

"Nothing is impossible."

Su Wuxian still held the branch, his expression indifferent:

"The so-called refining of weapons is nothing more than solidifying Qi onto an object."

"And my Qi..."

Su Wuxian's fingertips twitched slightly, and a terrifying aura that caused the heavens and earth to change color suddenly erupted from that tree branch:

"It's ten thousand times harder than your magical artifact."

"Again!"

Chou Rang refused to believe it, so he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the jade ruyi.

"Ruyi Giant Spirit Hammer!"

The jade ruyi transformed once more, turning into a massive golden warhammer that, with immense power, slammed down on Su Wuxian's crown!

"Tsk, stubborn as a mule."

Su Wuxian shook his head.

This time, he didn't defend, but took the initiative to attack.

The tree branch in his hand was like a long sword drawn from its sheath, turning into a blur as it precisely pierced the weakest point of the golden giant hammer, the hub of Qi circulation.

"break."

Su Wuxian uttered a single word.

"Snap—!!!"

A crisp cracking sound echoed through the mountains and forests.

Time seemed to stand still.

The enormous golden warhammer stopped three inches above Su Wuxian's head.

Immediately afterwards, countless cracks covered the hammer body.

"Splash..."

Fragments fell.

Qiu Rang's prized top-tier magical artifact, the "Jade Ruyi," was reduced to a pile of worthless jade fragments right before everyone's eyes.

The withered branch in Su Wuxian's hand remained intact, not even a piece of bark had fallen off.

"My...my Ruyi..."

Qiu Rang knelt down with a thud, holding the fragments in his hands, looking as if he had lost his parents, tears and snot streaming down his face.

The magical artifact was destroyed, and his Daoist heart shattered along with it.

Su Wuxian casually tossed the branch aside, walked up to Qiu Rang, and looked down at him:

"Why are you crying?"

"Things can be repaired if they're broken, but there's no cure for a brain that's damaged."

"Chou Rang, you are a weapon refiner."

"But you rely too much on these inanimate objects."

"No matter how powerful the weapon is, it is ultimately just an external thing. If you are not good enough, you won't be able to hit the target even if you have a Gatling gun."

Su Wuxian pointed to his heart:

"Ma Xianhong gave you magical artifacts to make you stronger, but he didn't tell you that true strength comes from within, from absolute control over Qi."

"Overwhelming others with superior equipment? That's the mentality of a nouveau riche."

"A true master can turn grass, trees, bamboo, and rocks into swords."

Chou Rang raised his head blankly and looked at Su Wuxian.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew the other person was right.

In that instant, he felt as if he were facing not a person, but an insurmountable mountain.

"I...I lost. Just kill me."

Qiu Rang lowered his head, his voice hoarse.

"No, what kind of serial killer am I?"

"Or are you saying that you... also killed seven children?"

Su Wuxian's voice suddenly turned cold.

"No...no!"

Qiu Rang quickly waved his hand, admitting that he was not a good person, but he could not bring himself to kill a child.

"If you lose, go back and reflect on your actions."

Su Wuxian didn't make things difficult for him and waved his hand:

"Go back and tell Ma Xianhong to stop hiding behind that furnace like a coward."

"His men are in a state of panic."

"If we don't step up and take charge... Biyou Village will really fall apart."

Qiu Rang, distraught, picked up the broken pieces from the ground and staggered away.

Watching his retreating figure, Zhang Chulan leaned closer and gave him a thumbs up:

"Master strategist, you're amazing!"

"You're killing without a knife, you're attacking the heart! If you let this grudge go, you'll probably be autistic for the rest of your life."

"This is called killing the mind without killing the person."

Su Wuxian patted the dust off his hands:

"Ma Xianhong wanted to use these magical artifacts to turn ordinary people into experts, but he overlooked the most important point - mindset."

Without the right mindset, power is nothing but a disaster.

"Let's go back."

Su Wuxian looked at the darkening sky and touched his stomach:

"I've been exercising, and I'm hungry."

"Let Lao Meng cook hot pot tonight. We've been fighting for so long, and we haven't even had a proper chat with those temporary workers yet."

"tonight......"

A deeper meaning flashed in Su Wuxian's eyes:

"Let's have a fireside chat and talk about the good and evil of this world of supernatural beings."

......

Night, Tingfeng Pavilion, main hall.

A huge copper pot sits in the center, with charcoal burning brightly.

The red oil broth was bubbling and releasing an irresistible, spicy aroma.

This was a gathering hosted by Su Wuxian for the "temporary workers".

Besides Su Wuxian, Zhang Zhiwei, and Tian Jinzhong, who were sitting at the head of the table.

The other seats were filled with the most "abnormal" group of people in the world of supernatural beings.

Xiao Zizai, Wang Zhenqiu, Hei Guan'er, Lao Meng.

Add to that the incredibly witty Feng Baobao and the deep-thinking Zhang Chulan.

"Come on, everyone, don't be shy, bring on the meat!"

Su Wuxian, without any airs, was the first to pick up a piece of fatty beef and throw it into the pot:

"Tonight, let's not talk about business, let's only talk about romance... oh no, let's only talk about life."

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

The atmosphere gradually warmed up.

"Brother Xiao, try this pig brain. Old Meng specially saved it for you."

Zhang Chulan picked up a piece of pig brain for Xiao Zizai and said with a grin.

Xiao Zizai looked at the piece of pig brain, adjusted his glasses, and didn't touch it. Instead, he stared at the boiling red oil and suddenly sighed.

"senior."

He looked at Su Wuxian, a rare hint of confusion in his eyes:

"You mean... am I really sick?"

"I crave killing, I crave blood. I am clearly a Buddhist disciple, even if I use 'punishing evil and promoting good' as a facade, even if I use Buddhist teachings to suppress it, I know in my heart... it is just a simple appetite."

"Am I even human anymore?"

The entire room fell silent.

This was the first time Xiao Zizai had analyzed himself in front of outsiders.

This is a topic that most people wouldn't dare to discuss.

Su Wuxian put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.

Instead of answering directly, he asked in return:

"Xiao Xiao, do you think a tiger eating a sheep is a disease?"

Xiao Zizai paused for a moment: "That's innate, it doesn't count."

"What if the tiger only eats sheep that are mad and will kill their own kind?"

Xiao Zizai fell into deep thought.

Su Wuxian looked into Xiao Zizai's eyes:

"You're not human, you're the tiger that's responsible for cleaning up the grassland."

"What you call an illness is a sin in peacetime, but in chaotic times, or in this world of supernatural beings filled with demons and monsters..."

"That is a knife that Heaven has given you."

Su Wuxian pointed to the door:

"Trash like Zhao Guizhen can't be caught by the police or prosecuted by the law; only you can handle him."

"So, don't treat yourself like a patient."

"You're just a cleaner with rather unique tastes."

"As long as you only ever swing your knife at those who deserve to die, then you are a Buddha."

P.S.: There might be a third update today. I'm not fully recovered yet. If the data is similar, I'll update three times a day from now on. Thank you all for your support!