Anime: Master evil cult (Mo Zu Shi Dao)

Drive out the poison with poison. They are balanced and restrained by each other.

Who needs this wide, bright path, on which there is no way to push through? I'll walk my crooked path until it gets dark!

If it was my former body, even all the insides came out of it, I would be able to put them back in and continue to fight.

After all, this is not the sale of cabbage at the bazaar. You can't take one of Moe's offspring and get another one for free.

Why should the living worry about the afterlife? Plenty I just enjoy life while you can.

The Ghostly face of the General was pale and elegant and would be beautiful in its melancholy. However, his eyes had no pupils and ringed whitish haze, and the broken dark line stretching from neck to face, turned the melancholy in frightening gloom. Floors and the sleeves of his robes were torn to rags, exposing the same ashen color of the face, ankles and wrists, chained in iron shackles with chains. They issued a ringing when Wen Ning dragged them along the ground when walking. If he stayed, then again, silence.

Why they teach you all sorts of boring things that require simple memorization? Why remember the sheets of historical texts, the family tree or the etiquette of society's charmers? You need to gain knowledge that can be applied in practice!

However, although he thought his heart turned to stone, he still remained a man and not some insensitive stuff.

By the will of unrelenting fate the way sooner or later, intersect, and trouble never comes alone...

On the head the man wore a white frontal tape with moving clouds. His skin was light, a noble and refined face, as if carved out of polished jade; his eyes beamed with light, as if created out of stained glass, so his gaze seemed removed from all the vanities. This man was woven from ice and snow, his expression always remained cold and impassive, not moving an iota, even with a ridiculous view of Wei From xing.
Not a single speck of dust, or even slightly crumpled there was no place in his appearance. From head to toe he was perfect. And yet, in the mind of Wei From Xian, a red light flashed two words.
Mourning clothes!
Mourning clothes, what else. All dances excitedly praised the robes of the Order of GU su DOE, as one of the finest, and the LAN, Wang JI, as one of the most indescribably beautiful people who are born once in a hundred years. But nothing could erase from his face sad expression, as if his love died long ago.

We are in no position to even worry about themselves; I think, now is the time to take care of other people's troubles?
- First, it is not a stranger to trouble. And secondly, sooner or later, someone will have to take care of everything!

Debts are paid with money, but for someone else's death pay with his life.

Because I want you to know that even without using a sword, with nothing except what you call "Curve track the Path of Darkness", I will still be at an unattainable height, and you will watch me in the back.

You, in the end, understand or not? While you're on their side, you're a hero, brave and noble, extraordinary brave, the one and only genius. But you only say one word against it, and now you've become a madman, that is not considered to anybody...