I'll Slaughter My Way to Immortality on the Bones of Betrayers - Chapter 2:

Chapter 2: You’re the First One I’ll Kill!

Hall of Justice.

The seat beside the main throne.

A trace of sorrow and confusion flashed through Lu Sheng’s eyes.

Killing intent?

Lu Hengge wanted to kill her?

The disciple who had always respected and loved her, now openly displayed murderous intent in this grand hall—and it was aimed at her, his own master…

Had she truly misunderstood Lu Hengge all along?

Lu Sheng’s heart sank into a daze as she stared at Lu Hengge’s fierce expression, his killing intent unabated.

He had never looked at her with such hatred in the past.

Everyone present already harbored doubts.

Lu Hengge had always been kind and gentle toward others.

How could he possibly be colluding with the demon race?

And now—

Seeing Lu Hengge’s broken Dao heart and crazed expression, more and more disciples became convinced this must be a misunderstanding.

“Elder Lin, the Holy Son’s Dao heart is damaged. He must be wrongly accused!”

“We hope Elder Lin will investigate this thoroughly!”

“The Holy Son could never be tainted by the demon race. Please, Elder Lin, examine this carefully.”

“Everything the Holy Son has done in the sect, everyone has witnessed. I don’t believe he would ever side with demons.”

…

Voices of persuasion echoed one after another.

At the head of the hall, Lin Xing, sect master of the Hall of Justice, narrowed his eyes slightly. A terrifying aura mixed with a chilling, bloodthirsty intent enveloped the entire hall—far more terrifying than Lu Hengge’s killing intent.

As the sect master of the Hall of Justice, Lin Xing had executed countless punishments. Many sect disciples had been disciplined or even executed under his hand.

Though the Three Thousand Dao Sect was the leader of the Immortal Path, its most feared division was the Hall of Justice and its punishments.

“Where is Qiu Liu?”

Lin Xing swept his divine sense across the hall—but Qiu Liu was not there.

The moment he heard that name, Lu Hengge’s killing intent surged again.

This junior sister he had cherished for centuries… was just like Lu Sheng—a wretched traitor.

In his previous life, Lu Hengge possessed the Three Thousand Daos.

But cultivation itself consumed immense energy, and it was impossible to master all three thousand paths.

Even someone with the bearing of a Divine Emperor like Lu Hengge could only select two Daos to focus on.

One was the Sword Dao.

The other was the Medicine Dao.

Ironically, it was because of today’s events that he had even stepped onto the path of the sword.

In his previous life, falsely accused of colluding with the demon race, Lu Hengge desperately tried to explain. But under Qiu Liu’s testimony, he was severely punished and imprisoned in the Sword Prison for a hundred years.

There, countless strands of sword energy tore at Lu Hengge’s meridians day and night.

The Sword Prison was an isolated place—no spiritual Qi from the outside world could enter.

His flesh was constantly pierced and shredded by the sword energy, leaving him no peace to heal or cultivate.

A hundred years later, when Lu Hengge emerged from Sword Prison, his injuries were still unhealed, and his cultivation had regressed greatly.

The Three Thousand Dao Sect was never short of geniuses.

In just a hundred years, many fellow disciples had already surpassed him, and his position as the sect’s Holy Son became shaky—coveted by all.

Yet within those hundred years in the Sword Prison, Lu Hengge had used his talent to comprehend sword intent.

He tempered his blood and bones with sword energy, replaced his fragile body with sword bones and copper skin, and even without guidance, he comprehended the true meaning of the sword heart.

From that point on, Lu Hengge began to fully cultivate the Sword Dao.

The Sword Dao was primarily offensive.

It also allowed him to challenge higher realms.

Those senior brothers whose cultivation surpassed his, who craved the Holy Son’s position, all issued battle challenges to Lu Hengge.

But he used only a rusty iron sword brought out from the Sword Prison to defeat every challenger and reclaim his rightful position as Holy Son.

The most laughable thing was that Lu Sheng actually wanted him to give up the Sword Dao and focus on the Medicine Dao.

In Lu Sheng’s eyes, Lu Hengge was nothing more than a tool who could supply pills for the sect at any time.

Especially after that junior brother joined the sect, Lu Hengge was given no time for personal cultivation.

He spent every day refining pills for that junior brother, becoming a mobile pill furnace.

Throughout the entire Three Thousand Dao Sect, from elders to fellow disciples, who hadn’t benefited from Lu Hengge’s pills?

Qiu Liu especially treated pills like candy every day.

But people’s hearts were like iron.

No matter how much Lu Hengge gave, these fellow disciples still ended up despising and insulting him.

And Qiu Liu?

Just before the battle of the Heaven and Earth Furnace, she stole his Qingxiao Sword and handed it over to that junior brother.

The Three Thousand Dao Sect—nothing but a pack of ungrateful white-eyed wolves.

Even dogs would wag their tails after eating meat.

But these beasts wearing human skin ate Lu Hengge’s pills without even saying thank you.

Thinking of this, Lu Hengge’s killing intent surged wildly.

He wanted to slaughter the entire Three Thousand Dao Sect immediately.

But suddenly—

Lu Hengge realized something.

He had reincarnated back to five hundred years ago, and his terrifying cultivation had also regressed to that point.

Now, he was merely a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.

More importantly—

His sword bones and copper skin were gone.

His sword heart was no longer there.

Right now, he could not massacre the sect.

There were many elders with higher cultivation than him, and his “beloved” master was a mighty expert at the Integration Realm—she could crush him with just one finger.

Should he endure for now?

Lu Hengge’s thoughts spun rapidly.

The next moment—

His murderous aura exploded.

Endure, your mother!

He didn’t come back from the dead just to endure!

Even if he couldn’t destroy the sect now, he would still kill a few of them to collect some interest.

He might not be able to kill the elders or Lu Sheng,

but he could certainly kill these pig-dog senior brothers.

Blood filled Lu Hengge’s eyes.

In an instant—

Everyone in the hall shivered as if a cold wind swept over them.

A chilling dread surged in their hearts, though none could tell where it came from.

At the head of the hall, Lin Xing frowned, “Qiu Liu is not here? She’s the main witness. I have questions for her.”

Lu Sheng, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke with a complicated tone, “Xiaofeng was injured. Liu’er is likely at the sect’s cave residence taking care of him.”

Upon hearing this, Lu Hengge felt a cold emptiness in his heart.

That junior brother of his really went all out in this deception.

And Lu Sheng actually believed all of it—

Not only had she shifted all the care and affection she once gave Lu Hengge to Ye Feng,

she also repeatedly suppressed Lu Hengge’s cultivation, hoping to motivate Ye Feng to work harder.

Truly… a perfect match—

A whore and a dog.

“Call her here!”

“If she doesn’t come, I’ll go bring her myself!”

The scent of blood on Lin Xing intensified.

Today’s judgment of the sect’s Holy Son was a major event.

As the most important witness, Qiu Liu’s absence was simply unacceptable!

Lu Sheng gave Lu Hengge a complicated look before sighing softly.

Her figure disappeared and, within a few breaths, she returned to the Hall of Justice with a pair of young man and woman.

“Senior brother, just admit your guilt.”

“Elder Lin will surely show mercy on Master’s account and lighten your punishment.”

Qiu Liu wore a flowing green cloud-patterned dress.

Her gaze flickered, not daring to meet Lu Hengge’s eyes.

A cold, grim smile appeared at the corner of Lu Hengge’s lips.

My dear junior sister…

Once I regain my freedom—

You’re the first one I’ll kill.