Infinite Evolution: My Idle Evolution System

"You're curious, aren't you?" Lang Qingyue asked coldly, taking step after step in Mo Fuchan's direction, her aura still in the process of adjusting to this sudden breakthrough. "Who I am? Why we're doing this?"

"!!!"

Sect Leader Greenflame was slow to react, and with a lightning-quick step, Lang Qingyue landed a punch directly in his gut. More blood was spewed as Mo Fuchan was sent rocketing upward.

However, without letting him get even a foot off the ground, Lang Qingyue grabbed hold of his hair. She held him in place as her deathly eyes stared into his squinted eyes, all while the wind produced from her blow fired out behind him.

"D… D-Do you have any idea who I am…!?" Mo Fuchan sputtered through gritted and bloody teeth. "You fucking BITC-..."

SLAP!

"Shut up."

Lang Qingyue's palm left a bright red mark on Sect Leader Greenflame's face, even taking out a couple of teeth.

"Your combat prowess is so pathetic even though you're in the Half-step Qi Condensation Realm," she said as she slapped him again. "And yet you actually feel that you have the right to act like a tyrant. Does slapping women around give you a sense of satisfaction—is it pleasurable for you?"

"F-Fuck-...!!!"

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Every slap Lang Qingyue landed on Mo Fuchan was done for the sake of the poor girl quivering in a huddled group of other victims of tyranny. However, it was also done for herself.

Imagining all the heinous things that were done to her friends and family by scum like Mo Fuchan made her want to viciously kill him—to force him to experience the same thing that happened to those she cared about.

"...Pl… please…"

After almost a minute of slapping the Sect Leader around until he had no teeth left, Lang Qingyue realized that he was no longer cursing at her. Rather, he was now begging for his… life.

Lang Qingyue's lips curled up in anger and disgust as she raised her hand, preparing to perform the final blow.

But before she could do something she'd surely regret later, she paused. Her hand then gradually lowered as she closed her eyes, reigning in her emotions.

"As much as I'd like nothing more than to watch you writhe in pain as you breathe your last, my Big Brother has requested that I not kill you." Lang Qingyue clicked her tongue at the glimmer of hope forming in Mo Fuchan's swollen eyes. "Don't be mistaken, worm. This is not your salvation. It's just that I can't give you the death you deserve. My Big Brother, on the other hand…"

The way she was creepily grinning sent shivers up and down Sect Leader Greenflame's spine.

'No, I have to remain calm,' he thought. 'Even though this bitch is freakishly strong for a Half-step Qi Condensation Realm Expert, there's no telling just how powerful the figure behind her is. As long as I can get into contact with the Ancestors in seclusion, there's still a way out of this for me.'

Mo Fuchan had no idea who this 'Big Brother' was or how he had made enemies of him, but he was definitely weaker than the Ancestors.

THUD!

A beaten and bloodied robed figure was tossed in front of the Greenflame Sect Leader.

'Sect Leader Hundred-eye.' Mo Fuchan spoke telepathically, ensuring that he didn't make it seem like he was up to something. 'You're thinking the same thing as I am, aren't you? To call for backup from your Ancestors?'

Sect Leader Hundred-eye was still reeling from his pathetically effortless defeat when he heard a voice in his head. With a partially broken neck, he turned to look at the toothless Greenflame Sect Leader.

After comprehending what Mo Fuchan said, Sect Leader Hundred-eye discreetly nodded.

'They told me they can't immediately leave seclusion due to certain cultivation restrictions, but they also said it wouldn't take any longer than a couple of minutes.'

Sect Leader Hundred-eye's response was followed by a mutual nod between the two of them as they looked up at their captors.

That was when they noticed an additional two figures, both of whom were tall tree creatures. But contrary to the first one that bested Sect Leader Hundred-eye, these two were drenched in blood and reeked of the stench of the dead.

Realization suddenly dawned on the two Sect Leaders as they frantically looked out at the Main Grounds of the Hundred-eyed Sect. Every building had been demolished, with the damage incalculable.

But worst of all was the… lack of life signals…

All the Disciples from both Sects that had gathered in the Hundred-eyed Sect in order to celebrate… Where were they…?

"They're dead," said Lang Qingyue, reading their thoughts from their ashen expressions. "Shadow Tree Soldiers can sniff out the evil in people due to their deep connection with nature and Big Brother. And of those here and in the Greenflame Sect, every single one that wasn't a mole planted by Big Brother was determined to be unworthy of living.

So naturally—

—They were all killed."

'My Sect…' the Sect Leaders thought as despair grabbed hold of them. 'My Disciples… My prestige… The Elders…'

If they were all dead… then what exactly were they the Sect Leaders of…?

In their hearts, there was no longer any hope left to speak of. Even if the Ancestors did come out and save them, they'd kill them right after for failing their jobs so terribly.

They were already dead—they just didn't know it yet.

"Lazy, pick up the trash and let's go," ordered Lang Qingyue.

Lazy nodded repeatedly, his training clearly having resulted in quite the obedient dog.

While passing by the half-nude girls shivering in the corner, Lang Qingyue stopped. She looked at them; they frightfully lowered their heads. None dared to meet her gaze, even if they were thankful for what she had done.

Lang Qingyue's gaze softened as she stared at them, before turning complicated.

'This is how I would've likely ended up if I hadn't met Big Brother when I did…'

For that reason and her own form of sympathy, she said, "If you want to stay here and try to survive when the bandits arrive to scavenge, then feel free to do so. However—if you wish to change your fate and live better lives, then follow me."