If I'm Not a Heretic Cultivator, Then Who Is?

Evil Cultivator: "Boy, do you want to cultivate immortality and live forever? Sacrifice ninety percent of the people in this city, and I'll help you establish your Foundation!"

Boy: "Ninety percent?"

Evil Cultivator: "That's too cruel, isn't it? If you're willing to offer up your body..."

Boy: "No, I mean, if we kill ten percent fewer people, will it affect my Foundation Establishment?"

Evil Cultivator: "...Excellent. You have great potential. I'll personally slaughter the entire city for you. Remember to avenge me after you establish your Foundation."

Boy: "Wait a minute. What if I run into a Foundation Establishment genius who's slaughtered nine or even ten cities after I get out? Wouldn't I be in danger?"

The Evil Cultivator gave him a thumbs-up. "I'm not the evil cultivator. You are!"

Excerpt from Chen Xun's Chronicle of World Destruction

Chen Xun gave a cold snort and flung the book aside

Absurd! The Heavenly Dao had clearly collapsed, bringing calamity upon the world. I inherited the legacy of the sages, swept through a chaotic age, shattered tribulations, and opened the path to heaven.

Without me, how could later generations have found the road to ascension?

He gazed into the distance, recalling the past.

The cold wind blows through Fallen Valley, the Spring and Autumn Cicada chirps, and the young man returns. It was only a little hardship, after all...