Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"Since I was young, I've never even killed a chicken"    

"My father said that he doesn't want my body to be stained with blood. This world is already very cruel, and he hopes to leave behind a pure land in this world."    

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming instantly felt the deep love Jin Zhizhi's father had for her.    

As a Martial Cultivator, killing was unavoidable. However, it was virtually impossible to maintain the purity of one's heart even if one wanted to kill someone.    

There were many Martial Cultivators that lost themselves in the process of killing others and snatching their treasures.    

In the midst of killing, they had already forgotten their original intentions and were controlled by the slaughter.    

As for many Martial Cultivators, even if they were to kill for the sake of survival, that sin would never be washed away in their hearts.    

Killing someone was simple. After killing someone, it was extremely difficult to not leave behind any traces in one's heart. It was virtually impossible.    

He was a Martial Cultivator, and he was already used to killing. Most of the people around him were also Martial Cultivators, which was why he was used to it.    

But in fact, killing was not normal. In the world of ordinary people, most people did not kill. Although they did not have powerful strength and had a long life, they were able to live a peaceful life in their hearts.    

Qin Ming knew that there were a lot of Alchemist in the Mysterious Pill Pavilion. They refused to kill people. They would only concoct pills for their entire lives, and use pills to exchange for resources to increase their cultivation realm.    

At the same time, increasing the cultivation realm of the Pill Tao also increased the cultivation realm of the heart realm. Therefore, even if they did not experience any battles, they would not be affected by the cultivation realm of the heart realm.    

Many people looked down on these kinds of Alchemists. They felt that they were not worthy of being Martial Cultivator, and that they had never experienced any blood or fire before.    

However, Qin Ming had never looked down on them. In fact, he even felt some envy. Their peaceful lives were what he pursued.    

Jin Zhizhi's life was also what he envied. Not only was his life peaceful, even his heart was peaceful.    

"Your father loves you very much." Qin Ming said sincerely. No wonder Jin Zhizhi admired her father so much. He protected his daughter so much. Of course, his daughter would love and love his father.    

"Yes, father loves me and brother very much. It's just that brother has to bear the responsibility of the family. He rarely plays with me. I haven't seen him for a long time." Jin Zhizhi thought for a moment and said, "If you really want to kill Zhao Tian, I can send a message to brother. Ask him to help you "    

"No" Qin Ming shook his head. "If you ask him to help me, you will also be tainted by karma, and your body will also be stained with blood."    

"I don't need your help with this matter. I have a way to kill him, but it will only be slightly troublesome."    

Killing Zhao Tian was his business, and it wasn't right to ask Jin Zhizhi to help him.    

Moreover, Jin Zhizhi had never killed anyone before. He had been stained with blood, causing her to destroy the peace in her heart for him. He would never forgive himself for his entire life.    

Zhao Tian was indeed very difficult to deal with, but it did not mean that in order to kill him, he would do anything.    

With Jin Zhizhi's help, Huantian was already unable to obtain the Purple Thousand Fruit Wine. This was already very good.    

He only wanted to be a bit more secure and let Jin Zhizhi help him. This way, there would be no mishaps.    

Without Jin Zhixian's help, he was confident that he could also kill Huantian.    

Suddenly, Qin Ming discovered that ever since he was plotted against by Zhao Tian in Hao Yuan City, deep in his heart, he was actually somewhat afraid of Zhao Tian.    

He had always been very confident. No matter what kind of difficulty he faced, he could face it alone.