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Moreover, although Lin Xian'er is beautiful, Luke, the Naruto, has seen many women who are more beautiful than Lin Xian'er in his memories. Although they are all created by illusion, it is precisely because they are created by illusion that they are perfect enough and cannot be compared to Lin Xian'er.
Suddenly, Luke casually waved his hand, stirring up the mud on the ground, which splashed all over Lin Xian'er, instantly turning this extremely charming beauty into a mud figure.
The snow on the ground was corroded by the poisonous fog, revealing the mud. More importantly, this mud was poisonous.
Normally, it should dissipate in about three or four hours, but the problem is that it hasn't been three or four hours yet, which is when the poison is at its strongest. Although the poison is not fatal, it is still quite dangerous.
The mud splattered onto Lin Xian'er's skin, and her snow-white skin immediately sizzled as if it were being burned by a raging fire. Clearly, her skin had been rapidly corroded by the toxins in the mud.
Lin Xian'er's face, which had once captivated countless men, was now twisted like a demon from hell. Mottled scars began to appear on her flawless face, turning beauty into horror in an instant, making it unbearable to look at.
"what--!"
Lin Xian'er let out a shrill scream, her voice filled with despair and pain. She instinctively reached out to cover her face, but could only feel the terrifying sensation of mud and poison spreading across her skin.
She began to roll frantically in the snow, trying to shake off the mud, but the mud seemed to have a life of its own, clinging tightly to her body and refusing to leave.
Afei was stunned. He had never seen such a tragic scene before, and an indescribable feeling of sympathy welled up in his heart.
Luke, however, remained calm, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain and indifference, as if all of this was within his expectations.
Lin Xian'er's rolling gradually weakened, and her physical strength and will collapsed at this moment.
She finally stopped moving, collapsed on the snow, gasping for breath, her eyes filled with a deathly pallor.
Her beautiful body was now scarred and broken; her former charm and allure had vanished, leaving only endless pain and despair.
As a woman herself, although she was originally very unhappy with Lin Xian'er, seeing Lin Xian'er's current miserable state, Zhao Yun couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her.
"How dare you hurt my face? Are you even a man?"
Lin Xian'er rolled around in the snow, howling and cursing Luke.
Luke raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "Look at what you're saying. Whose mud would be disfigured? Isn't it because the poison you used seeped into this mud? In the end, you brought this on yourselves."
The poison wasn't administered by Luke, but rather by Lin Xian'er herself. Ultimately, her face was ruined by her own actions, a fitting end to her karma.
"You bastard, you son of a bitch, you slut, you're not even a man."
Lin Xian'er always knew what her advantages were: her face that could drive men crazy and her perfect body that could make them feel like they were in heaven.
However, now that her face is ruined and her so-called perfect body has become flawed, it's no wonder she broke down.
Seeing that Fei couldn't bear it and turned his head away, Luke said calmly.
“Disciple, turn around and look at her. Today, I will not teach you martial arts as my first lesson. I will teach you something else first.”
"I will not offend others unless they offend me; if they do offend me, I will show no mercy. Do you think I'm a bit ruthless, treating a woman so cruelly?"
Ah Fei was always very direct and never beat around the bush, so he nodded and said directly.
"You could just kill her, but torturing her is completely unnecessary."
Chapter 250: Martial Arts Chronicle: Collecting the Corpse
Ah Fei was by no means a soft-hearted person. Having grown up in the wilderness, he had always understood one thing: being soft-hearted would only lead to a quicker death.
But he was by no means a cruel person; he would kill his prey, but he would never torture it.
So if Luke had killed Lin Xian'er directly, Afei wouldn't have felt anything, but to disfigure her and torture her like this was something Afei couldn't accept.
However, the most unacceptable thing was that he couldn't bear it. Afei didn't think Luke had done anything wrong; he just felt that it didn't fit his style and principles.
However, Ah Fei always understood one principle: never agree with or criticize others without knowing the truth.
Luke smiled slightly and said, "If it were anyone else, I might have killed them on the spot, but do you know who she is?"
Luke is a good-natured person. Having received nine years of compulsory education, he is by no means a cruel person, nor does he have any psychological defects. However, he has absolutely no pity for Lin Xian'er.
Yes, even though Lin Xian'er didn't reveal her identity, he already recognized who this person was.
During this period, a woman of almost inhuman beauty appeared, and she just so happened to be the object of every man's desire. Isn't it easy to guess her identity?
Lin Xian'er is a lewd and dangerous woman, a woman who specializes in dragging men down to hell.
In the original story, this is how Ah Fei was dragged into hell.
Fortunately, Ah Fei eventually came to his senses, underwent a transformation in hell, and reached a higher level.
But Luke's interest in her wasn't because of what she hadn't done yet, but because of what she had already done.
Because when Luke went to the dense forest, he personally witnessed how Lin Xian'er and the others controlled these poisonous insects.
These people kept poisonous insects inside people's bodies. When they needed to, they would cut open the person's abdomen, bleed them, and then the insect eggs would emerge from the person's body and feed on the human body. They would devour the human's internal organs, muscles, and meridians, and the prey would grow up in a very short time. There was not a drop of blood on the ground, which showed that even the blood had been sucked clean by these poisonous insects.
Among those who were used as vessels to raise poisonous insects were men and women, and even children as young as three or four, or seven or eight.
If Luke hadn't been so resilient, he probably would have vomited from disgust upon seeing that cruel scene.
Even if such a cruel and inhuman person were beautiful, Luke would only see her as a demon and wish her a good death, and Luke would feel guilty for it.
"Go and take a look over there in the dense forest, and bury them all while you're at it."
Luke didn't offer much explanation, but simply said this to Fei.
Ah Fei hesitated for only a moment before running towards the dense forest without the slightest hesitation.
Although he was puzzled, Luke's words carried a calm and certainty that convinced Afei that there must be a reason behind them.
However, when he stepped into the depths of that dense forest, he was greeted by a horrifying and tragic scene.
The sunlight was blocked by the dense canopy of trees, leaving only a few weak rays to fall on the ground, illuminating a shocking scene of corpses.
The corpses lay scattered on the ground, some incomplete, some just empty shells.
Their chests were torn open, their internal organs long gone, leaving only their bare white bones exposed.
The air was thick with a putrid stench, a mixture of earth and blood, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Ah Fei stood there, his face turning deathly pale, his stomach churning violently, and he even felt like gagging.
Looking around, he noticed that not all the dead were adults; several children's bodies were curled up nearby, their little hands tightly clutching the hem of their clothes, as if they had been enduring immense pain until their deaths.
One of the girls, about seven or eight years old, still had tear stains on her face and her eyes were wide open, as if she had seen something terrifying before she died.
Another boy, about three or four years old, was lying on the ground with the skin on his back completely split open, revealing traces of wriggling inside—clearly, the place where a poisonous insect had emerged.
Afei suppressed his nausea and slowly squatted down to examine one of the adult male corpses.
The edges of the wound on the man's chest were eerily black, as if it had been burned by some kind of corrosive substance.
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Some tiny insect eggs could still be faintly seen at the wound site, emitting a sticky sheen that looked particularly terrifying in the dim light.
A few steps further, he saw the body of a young woman, her long hair scattered on the ground, her fingers deeply embedded in the soil, her nails broken from the force of her movements.
Afei couldn't help but close his eyes, take a deep breath, and try to calm the shock and anger in his heart.
Afei stood there in silence for a long time, his gaze sweeping from one corpse to another, as if trying to find answers through these cold bodies.
However, he found nothing but death and suffering.
The tear tracks on the seven- or eight-year-old girl's face were like a knife, piercing deep into his heart; while the gash on the three- or four-year-old boy's back was like an unhealable wound, making him feel suffocated.
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Finally, he clenched his fist and muttered to himself, "How can there be such a person in this world?"
His voice carried a complex mix of emotions—anger, pity, and a hint of indescribable helplessness.
He knew that Luke was not wrong; in fact, one could say that Luke had given these people a relatively merciful end.
Even so, this cruel reality still left Afei unable to calm down for a long time.
A moment later, Afei began to act. He found a wooden stick and dug a deep hole in the ground.
As the soil swirls and flies, his movements appear exceptionally heavy, each one as if he were venting the pent-up emotions in his chest.
As he carefully moved the remains into the pit, the trembling in his hands betrayed his inner struggle.
Some of the corpses were already mutilated, with only a few bones and pieces of clothing remaining, but Afei still treated them seriously, as if this could salvage a shred of dignity for them.
"You don't deserve this fate."
He spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
After the last body was placed in the pit, he scooped up the damp soil with both hands and covered it with it.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't say a word, but silently completed his mission.
After the burial was completed, he bowed, as a way of paying tribute to the deceased.
Chapter 251: Martial Arts Chronicle: Li Xunhuan, Poisoned and on the Verge of Death
He then turned to face the bodies of those who were intact and had clearly been executed by Luke.
Although these people may have been human beings when they were alive, their actions have long since deprived them of the basic qualifications to be human.
Afei looked at them, his eyes as cold as frost. "You don't deserve the words 'peace in the earth,' you'd be more like 'crushed to ashes.'"
As he spoke, he drew his sword from his waist, cut a bundle of dry grass, and ignited a flame.
The flames quickly engulfed the corpses, crackling and popping.
Thick smoke rose into the air, carrying with it a nauseating, acrid smell.
Ah Fei stood aside, watching everything, his face expressionless.
He knew that this was not only a punishment for evildoers, but also a warning to the world: in this world, humanity may be scarce, but justice will never be absent.
As the fire gradually died down, Afei dusted off his sleeves and looked up at the sky.
The sunlight was still blocked by the tree canopy, but at this moment, he felt a long-lost sense of clarity.
By the time Afei returned, Lin Xian'er had already died. By the way, she was scared to death, scared to death by herself.
Luke gave her a mirror so she could see her current appearance, and with a little bit of mind-controlling magic, he scared this femme fatale to death.
Afei felt no pity upon seeing Lin Xian'er's terrified corpse; his face showed only disgust.
"She died too quickly."
Ah Fei's implication was that someone like Lin Xian'er should suffer more torment.