To Hell with the Savior!

Xie Wang'an has “died.” This is his second death.

In his previous life, Xie Wang'an was the Holy Son of Xu Yun Hall, a man of noble character and grace. He gave everything to save the world, only to be framed by his own sect and die branded as the one who brought calamity upon all living things.

His body was never found, and his reputation was left in tatters.

Only then did he understand that the so-called Holy Son was nothing more than a pawn his sect could sacrifice at any time.

Reborn into a new life, Xie Wang'an finally saw things clearly.

To hell with being the Holy Son! To hell with saving the world!

Since his sect had raised him only so he could die for them, he would be the one to choose the auspicious day.

And so, at Xu Yun Hall's grand gathering, held once every five hundred years, a recording stone ruthlessly exposed the sect's hypocrisy.

In front of everyone, Xie Wang'an tearfully renounced his sect. Then he gave his life to mend the formation and atone for the sect's mistakes, repaying the kindness of his upbringing.

He “died” at the perfect moment.

Everyone on Tianqi Continent remembered that Xu Yun Hall was hypocritical, but its Holy Son, Xie Wang'an, was truly noble!

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A handsome young tutor had recently arrived in Zhujian Village.

No one knew which fallen noble family he came from. He might not wear silk and brocade or eat sumptuous meals, but he was particular about everything.

He lived in a bamboo hut, slept on a soft couch, drank clear spring water, and ate... well, he wasn't picky about food. He liked trying everything.

He was good-natured, gentle, and courteous, and he soon made friends throughout the village. But there was one thing that worried the villagers.

He was always bringing “things” home.

One day, he brought home a child who had nearly frozen to death in a snowy night. The next, he brought home a half-dead, bald-feathered bird. Later on, he even led a huge man covered in blood back to his home.

The villagers advised him to be wary of strangers.

He patted the little child on the head. Puffing out his cheeks, the child recited, “People are born good by nature...”

He gave the bald bird a push, and it flew out and pinned a venomous snake by a villager's feet with one claw.

He kicked the huge man, who shot him a look, hefted a hoe, and asked, “Which field are we turning over?”

That night, the little child met with guards in the backyard, the bald bird met with subordinates in the bamboo grove, and the huge man received a message by voice transmission indoors.

They all brought the same news: the owner of this bamboo hut was none other than Xie Wang'an, who had died many years ago!

Lying on his bed, Xie Wang'an sighed softly. “Time to go.”

The next morning, staring at the empty house, the little child, the new Human Emperor; the bald bird, the young lord of the demon race; and the huge man, the Demon Venerable, all shouted, “Xie Wang'an!”

Theme: Save yourself, save the world