After staying in the sanatorium for a while, Jun Changxiao immediately understood that the so-called paradise was all souls and thinking controlled by drugs.

Because they revered the Realm Lord, they helped each other.

It could be said this was just brainwashed believers forcibly putting on a peaceful facade according to someone’s orders.

“Cover your own ears and others won’t hear the bell?” Jun Changxiao shook his head.

True peace needed living beings to consciously maintain it, not using some method to control them. Otherwise, what difference was there from walking corpses?

“Xingling Realm controls corpse servants.”

“This Hengyuan Realm uses drugs to control living beings.”

“They really do have similar wonderful effects.”

The Realm Lord liked to paint a peaceful facade, liked to play ostrich—Jun Changxiao had nothing to say about this. But those martial artists forcibly fed medicine almost all came from other planes.

They perhaps realized this situation, which was why they resisted, why they said they weren’t crazy and didn’t need to take medicine.

They weren’t crazy.

What was crazy was the world.

“This Realm Lord is quite interesting.” Jun Changxiao said: “For the sake of a so-called ideal harmonious world, brainwashing living beings to worship himself, thus achieving mutual assistance and harmony.”

“Alas.”

The system said: “The universe is vast, full of wonders.”

Jun Changxiao looked toward the most magnificent building in the city, stroking his chin and said: “Let’s go meet this oddball.”

Possessing the Spirit of Concealment, he truly could do as he pleased. Even walking brazenly down the main street, he wasn’t discovered.

…

Luxurious palace.

Dozens of brocade-robed martial artists stood in neat rows.

They looked just like civil and military officials, their eyes flashing with reverence and worship.

Clearly.

All brainwashed.

“Reporting to my lord.”

An old man walked out from the ranks, bowing and saying: “Yesterday in our Hengyuan Realm there was no killing, no quarreling, the nation is peaceful and prosperous, favorable weather!”

“Mm.”

The dignified man sitting in the upper seat nodded with satisfaction.

Fang Shanya.

Current Realm Lord of Hengyuan Realm.

Jian Guixu had a life-and-death friendship with him.

This person not only had a dignified bearing but also an upright air. Without a god’s-eye view, who would believe he had already pledged allegiance to the Heavenly Demon Emperor, or even done the absurd thing of forcibly pacifying an entire plane?

His subordinates continued reporting—generally about how good public security and morals were, with no killing, robbery, or scheming, the entire Hengyuan Realm stable and harmonious.

With everyone controlled, if it weren’t stable, that would truly be seeing ghosts.

“You may withdraw.”

Fang Shanya waved his hand.

“Yes.”

Everyone withdrew.

Fang Shanya leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and said proudly: “This is the world I want.”

“A world without souls?” Suddenly, a voice rang out in the hall.

“Who?”

Fang Shanya’s eyes shot open. He looked at the figure walking out from a corner of the palace, his expression changing repeatedly before finally settling on joy: “Senior Sword Saint!”

Jian Guixu smiled bitterly: “You still remember this old man.”

“Senior once taught Fang many principles. Naturally I will forever remember them in my heart,” Fang Shanya stood up, showing sufficient respect.

However.

Jian Guixu shook his head and said: “This old man taught you how to be human, but never taught you to not treat living beings as human.”

“What does Senior mean by this?” Fang Shanya looked bewildered.

Jian Guixu said: “Those martial artists who just left—were they controlled by you using drugs?”

“Correct.”

Fang Shanya answered frankly and honestly, which did justice to that upright face.

“Did they consent? Did they resist?” Jian Guixu said.

Fang Shanya said: “They don’t need to consent, nor do they need to resist, because maintaining the entire plane’s peace is the duty of every living being.”

Jian Guixu frowned: “Losing soul and reason, manipulated like puppets—does this kind of peace have meaning?”

“Yes.”

Fang Shanya said: “At least there are no filthy thoughts, and everyone knows respect.”

“…”

Jian Guixu was completely speechless.

The former youth had walked onto an evil path.

“Humans are humans because they have self-awareness and the right to choose. You’ve deprived them of all this, making them put on a peaceful facade according to your wishes—there’s no difference from being dead!” Jian Guixu angrily rebuked.

“Alas.”

Fang Shanya sighed: “Even Senior Sword Saint doesn’t understand me?”

“Understand my ass!”

Jian Guixu might be angry that the formerly righteous youth now used such extreme methods to control an entire plane, finding it difficult to control his emotions.

“Does Senior remember that I once swore to be a dragon slayer?” Fang Shanya said.

Jian Guixu said: “The dragon was slain by you, but you yourself became an evil dragon.”

“No.”

Fang Shanya shook his head: “My conviction has never changed—to create an ideal harmonious world in my lifetime, without grudges, without killing.”

“But…”

“After I slew the evil dragon and saved the world, I still couldn’t change the various bad habits of living beings. They were still dominated by greed, still dominated by emotions. Killing and fighting were constantly occurring.”

Speaking to this point, Fang Shanya’s expression became pained.

“Humans are not sages—naturally they will be trapped by selfish thoughts,” Jian Guixu said.

“So!”

Fang Shanya said: “I must find a way to erase the selfish thoughts in their hearts, make them obediently be good people, make the entire plane peaceful and worry-free.”

He truly wanted to change things, without any selfish motives.

It was just that, because it was too extreme, he chose extreme methods.

Back then, quite a few people had opposed him, but ultimately all were brainwashed.

“So.”

Jian Guixu said coldly: “You pledged allegiance to the Heavenly Demon Emperor?”

“No.”

Fang Shanya said: “It’s cooperation.”

“…”

Jian Guixu nearly coughed up blood in anger.

This guy, for the sake of a so-called ideal harmonious world, didn’t hesitate to collude with the Heavenly Demon Emperor, yet still spoke with such an upright attitude—could it be he never realized he was wrong?

“Senior Sword Saint.” Fang Shanya said rather proudly: “The Heavenly Demon Emperor gave me a method to remove living beings’ distracting thoughts, helping me achieve my former dream and make the entire plane an ideal harmonious world!”

“That’s right.”

Jian Guixu said indifferently: “You succeeded, and you became an accomplice to evil.”

“I’ve already reached an agreement with the Heavenly Demon Emperor that he won’t come harm Hengyuan Realm. The living beings here can enjoy eternal peace.” Fang Shanya’s eyes grew serious: “Did I do something wrong?”

“…”

Jian Guixu was speechless.

His extreme personality produced extreme values.

“Clap clap!”

Just then, applause rang out.

Jun Changxiao walked out from the shadows, gently clapping his hands, a harmless smile on his lips.

“Who are you?” Fang Shanya asked aloud, while wondering inwardly how these two people had mixed into the heavily guarded hall without him noticing.

“Senior Sword Saint’s friend,” Jun Changxiao said.

“Oh.”

Fang Shanya relaxed his guard.

“Realm Lord Fang.” Jun Changxiao unceremoniously sat down, crossed his legs, and rested his hands on his knees, saying: “Jun cannot agree with what was just said.”

“Oh?”

“A plane’s living beings, precisely because they have independent thinking, will continuously grow stronger. Now you’ve controlled them all—this is no different from stifling imagination and creativity,” Jun Changxiao said.

“Independent thinking only creates more killing,” Fang Shanya said.

Jun Changxiao said: “Controlling them like walking corpses will only cause the plane to gradually decline, even be slaughtered by others.”

“With all beings united in purpose, who dares come bully us!”

“The Heavenly Demon Emperor.”

“I’ve already reached an agreement with him—mutual non-aggression!”

“This kind of talk that only fools three-year-olds—only a lunatic like you would believe it,” Jun Changxiao mocked.

“Who are you calling!”

Fang Shanya immediately became angry.

Jun Changxiao stood up, one foot on the chair, one finger pointing at him, and rebuked: “A perfectly good plane turned into walking corpses, euphemistically claiming it’s to establish an ideal harmonious world—you’re not only a lunatic, you’re also a huge idiot!”

“…”

Jian Guixu inwardly collapsed thinking: “This guy came specifically to insult people?”

“Don’t humiliate me!”

“And don’t humiliate my ideals!”

“To establish an ideal harmonious world, you first must consider the living beings’ thoughts, respect their right to choose, not use underhanded methods to control them and thereby achieve the peace you want!”

“You…”

“I can now very responsibly tell you!”

Jun Changxiao slapped the table: “This plane’s peace is only your own peace, only your wishful thinking!”

“I…”

“If you don’t believe it, let them recover their reason and ask them straightforwardly whether they’re willing to be dominated, whether they’re willing to help you paint a peaceful facade!”

“You don’t dare, you’re afraid!”

Before Fang Shanya could speak, Jun Changxiao aggressively walked over, pointing at his nose: “You’re afraid that the hypocritical peace will immediately shatter once the masses have souls!”

“Damn…”

“A plane, since it has evil, necessarily has good. Since it has wickedness, necessarily has righteousness. This is an eternal law. You forcibly erase evil and control living beings with drugs—little do you know that what you’re doing is the greatest evil!”

Speaking to an excited point, spittle flew everywhere.

Jian Guixu was dumbfounded.

He hadn’t expected Jun Sect Master’s eloquence to be so outstanding.

Of course—Dog Leftover achieved today’s accomplishments by starting with one mouth and making up all the content.

“Thud!”

Fang Shanya sat down.

At this moment, his entire brain was filled with Jun Changxiao’s three-inch tongue spouting evil and good, wickedness and righteousness.

In plain terms, he was talked into confusion.

“Ptooey!”

Jun Changxiao spat a thick glob of phlegm and ground it hard with his foot, saying: “You’re just a lunatic living in fairy tales, using the souls of countless living beings to accompany you in acting out this scene of worry-free peace!”

“Scene scene scene…”

“Scene scene scene scene scene…”

“Wah!”

That word kept repeating in Fang Shanya’s ears, causing his mental state to gradually be disturbed, until finally he couldn’t suppress it and spat blood.

Talked someone into vomiting blood.

This verbal combat ability was terrifyingly formidable.