Late Night Anxiety

So that’s what a cultivator’s bloodlust feels like…

Wu Jian laid awake in bed, thinking about the confrontation between Wu Taohua and Ming Han. The bloodlust he had felt exuding from Ming Han had been frightening. He remembered feeling something very similar when he and Wu Meiying went into West Fang Mountain and were attacked by a Spotted Snow Lion. That magical beast had also exuded bloodlust, but it had felt very different from the cold, murderous intent of Ming Han. If Wu Jian had to describe it, he would have said the Spotted Snow Lion’s bloodlust felt more instinctual and less malicious.

Magical beasts and humans were different. Magical beasts embodied the ideal of survival of the fittest. They did not exhibit the greed that humans did. Humans, on the other hand, could be quite malicious and cruel. Many of them treated their fellow humans horribly, not because it was necessary for survival, but because they could, because it brought them joy.