Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 303 The Goddess Loves All Beings (The End)

"Ha, if only I had known this would happen, I would have done it in the first place. I begged you so desperately, but you never let me go."

Love and affection are truly insignificant compared to family feuds.

Did she love him? She did, but now all that's left is hatred; she only wants him dead.

Zhang Yingying showed no pity, raised her sword high, and stabbed down fiercely.

Blood splattered out, and Sun Kui let out a scream as his body convulsed.

Then she went to Sun Kui's wife, who was terrified and begged for mercy: "It has nothing to do with me, I don't know anything, it was all Sun Kui who did it, let me go, kill me."

Zhang Yingying showed no mercy and ended her life with a single sword strike.

She's right, it has nothing to do with her, and perhaps she doesn't know what Sun Kui did.

But it all started because of her, and whether she is innocent or not, she deserves to die.

The courtyard reeked of blood. Zhang Yingying's eyes were icy as she dealt with the Sun family members one by one.

With each thrust of her sword, her hatred dissipated a little.

Finally, the entire Sun family fell in pools of blood.

Zhang Yingying looked up at Qingmo, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Qingmo smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I will take away the souls of everyone here. They have no next life. As you wish, they will be condemned to eternal damnation and be collected into the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner by me for all eternity, to be burned by raging fire, and will not enter the cycle of reincarnation."

"And you, too, should keep your promise."

Zhang Yingying nodded, raised her sword, and committed suicide. She ended her own life with her own hands, but a relieved smile appeared on her face.

This was just a deal. She had chosen revenge, and Qingmo had helped her achieve her wish, so she should keep her promise.

Qingmo doesn't necessarily want her to die, but she really dislikes people who break their promises; everyone should pay the price for their choices.

With a gentle wave of her sleeve, she collected the souls of the others into the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner and then departed.

Then, the stench of blood in the courtyard gradually dissipated, leaving behind a quiet atmosphere as if nothing had ever happened, yet the ground was littered with corpses, a truly horrifying sight.

All of this foreshadows the difference in this generation of goddesses.

In the past, when such incidents occurred, people from Cangwu Mountain would usually be sent down to handle them. They would only investigate the truth, give the victims justice, and then hand the case over to the government. They would not directly intervene in the killing.

And now?

Blood for blood—this is not something a goddess should do, yet she did it anyway, without any scruples, and without any reverence for life.

"High Priest, do you think the goddess was wrong in doing this?"

Asking again? Asking again? How can you be so stubborn, old man? If you keep asking me, I'm afraid I'll lose my life.

"Elder, the goddess has her own reasons. Why do you think so much? She is just acting on behalf of Heaven and has not done anything wrong."

"Alas, but a goddess should treat everyone equally and save all living beings. There are laws in the human world, and everything is predestined. How can she decide life and death based on her own momentary likes and dislikes?"

The Grand Elder looked disapproving; clearly, he was dissatisfied with the Goddess.

"Then why don't you go talk to her? Or can you change anything? Old buddy, this isn't our era. Some things, as long as they're not too excessive, we should just turn a blind eye, otherwise..."

The high priest didn't say anything more; those who understood, understood.

If you can't change something, you have to learn to accept it; otherwise, you'll hurt yourself and others.

The elder smiled bitterly. Of course, he dared not tell the goddess. The goddess was decisive and headstrong, and would not listen to anyone's opinions. He did not want to risk offending her.

Oh well, I'm getting old.

Qingmo was unaware of their banter. The old man, the First Elder, had a problem with her, but not a third time, otherwise she would have dug a hole and buried him alive.

Long-winded.

Most of the time, Qingmo was out traveling, searching for rare and precious things in nature, and wandering the world at will.

As a goddess, she is naturally there wherever there is suffering, provided that your story can move her and you are willing to pay the corresponding price. There is no such thing as a free lunch.

"I've heard that the Goddess Qinghuan travels the world and hates evil. If you have a grievance, she will definitely help you get justice, but the price will be high."

Inside the teahouse, several diners were discussing the matter animatedly.

Qingmo was drinking tea in the private room when she heard these words and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Ha, do you really think she's a saint? She's just bored and looking for some fun.

At this moment, a young man suddenly rushed to Qingmo in the private room, knelt down with a thud, and said with tears streaming down his face, "Goddess, please save my sister. She has been forcibly taken away by that bully. I have no other choice but to beg you."

Qingmo squatted down and looked at the man, saying, "Oh, how did you know I was here?"

The man gritted his teeth, not daring to look up: "I noticed you a while ago, but I wasn't sure, so I've been following you."

Qingmo nodded. "If you want me to save your sister, what price are you willing to pay?"

The young man hesitated; he was truly penniless and had nothing to offer.

“I…Goddess, I have nothing. I don’t know how you can save my sister. I am willing to give anything.”

Qingmo stared at him with a half-smile, picked up her teacup, and said slowly, "A life for a life."

Upon hearing her words, the man's face turned deathly pale, and he broke out in a cold sweat. "This...this...Goddess, could you perhaps offer a different price?"

"This humble student..."

"I am neither married nor have I passed the imperial examinations..."

Qingmo sneered, "Heh, if you can't afford the price, don't come. Do you really think I'm a saint? You want something and I'll grant it all?"

The man knelt on the ground, looking hesitant, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Qingmo stopped looking at him, took a sip of tea, and seemed not to care about his decision.

"But...but you are a goddess! A goddess should help me! We are all your most loyal followers. My sister is innocent, and I am innocent too. Shouldn't a goddess have mercy?"

Qingmo put down her teacup, her eyes icy. "Compassion? Remember, I gave you a choice. It's not that I'm unwilling to save your sister, it's that you're unwilling."

After saying this, she got up and left, but a burst of magical power struck the man, severing his right hand.

"This is just a small punishment to teach you a lesson. Not everyone can offend me."

"what…"

The man fell to the ground, clutching his arm, his cries of pain echoing throughout the room.

He's just a hypocrite. What does it matter to her whether he has his reasons? If he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to; there's no need for so many excuses.

Having come into this world, I do not seek a clear conscience, but only to do as I please.

She had also seen the old woman who killed the original owner in her previous life. Due to Qingmo's interference, in this life, the Demon Lord did not massacre the city, and the old woman's family was not destroyed. She was still an innocent and carefree child.

Qingmo didn't kill her. There was no necessary karmic connection between them, and she wasn't necessarily determined to avenge the original owner. Everything depended on her mood.

She acted without any scruples, which made not only the remnants of the three clans wary of her, but also ordinary people avoid her like the plague.

Most of the time, they would rather have someone from Cangwu Mountain come down to help them than have the goddess herself take action, since they couldn't afford the price the goddess wanted.

Demons are waiting, and mortals are waiting too; they are waiting for the fall of this generation's goddess and the birth of a new one.

A goddess should have the well-being of all people in her heart, but Qingmo has already lost the hearts of the people.

so?

Unfortunately, it disappointed everyone.

Two thousand years. This goddess lived for a full two thousand years.

Holy crap, is she a demon or one of us? She's lived longer than us!

Qingmo: Hehe, I can last even longer.

Unfortunately, since she couldn't cultivate to the highest level of Nascent Soul, she could only end her journey with regret.

She endured and endured, outliving wave after wave of demons, not to mention mortals.

Later, everyone got used to it; this generation's goddess was truly unique.

This world is ruled by her alone. As long as you don't offend her, you'll be fine. Just remember, don't make any more reckless wishes. If you attract a goddess, you won't be able to afford the consequences.

The goddess doesn't love the common people, she truly doesn't...

"Ding, congratulations on completing the mission. We will take you away from this world immediately."

"Ding, area score settled: 1000, balance..."

His cultivation level remained unchanged.

"Xiao Wu, let's start the next task."