Author: hoenibean (Page 10 of 74)

Chapter 69

“Although the Heavenly Law is the creator, it still cannot achieve everything as desired. This shows that the ways and rules in this world, although seemingly clear, cannot always be followed without deviation.”

Sometimes, Si Lan felt that the tragedies of people like Jiuying and Yide were because they had never lived as ordinary mortals.

For them, if something breaks, it can be restored; if someone dies, they can seek them in the next life. Therefore, they do not understand the meaning of cherishing, which leads them to act recklessly throughout their long lives.

It wasn’t until irreparable things happened and they reached the end that they deeply understood the meaning of love, emotions, and life, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

Although Lou Yu was a mortal cultivator, he grew up in Xuanling Sect since childhood and couldn’t avoid worldly customs.

Thinking of this, Si Lan couldn’t help but glance at Haowei beside him. Haowei was quietly looking at him, his gaze carrying a hint of depth. Si Lan’s eyes flickered and he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Si Lan said, “Do you know what the betrothal gifts are in our Demon Realm?”

Haowei seemed slightly nervous, “What kind of betrothal gifts do you need?”

“Typically, male demons and female demons desire things like Longevity Fruits, Phoenix Blood, Purple Indigo Xuanjin jewelry, and so on. But I’m different. I want the Dragon’s Reverse Scale.” Si Lan spoke while looking at Haowei.

Haowei’s expression momentarily showed hesitation, mixed with a hint of strangeness. “Reverse Scale?”

“Yes.” Si Lan remembered from the books that when the Second Prince of the Eastern Sea married in the mortal realm, he always gave the Reverse Scale as a gift to the mortal bride. He figured that the Reverse Scale must be a valuable item.

Having been with Haowei for so long, Si Lan realized that Haowei had never given him any token, but he had given Haowei quite a few things. Thinking this way, he felt a bit disadvantaged.

Haowei didn’t know why Si Lan suddenly thought of this. His ears blushed slightly with a strange hue. He coughed lightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but changed the subject, looking towards the illusionary realm, “Immortal Jiaheng and Yu Wuxia have gone to the mortal world to do good deeds.”

Si Lan’s gaze was immediately drawn over. In the illusion, the two of them had transformed into ordinary monks, casting spells at the foot of a mountain.

Not long ago, this place had suffered a flood, forcing thousands of villagers to flee, and after the flood, a plague spread. For a while, the famine was widespread, and the people were struggling to survive.

The government, fearing the spread of the plague, stationed soldiers nearby, trapping the villagers inside.

The prayers of the villagers reached the Thirty-Three Heavens. Immortal Jiaheng sensed it and felt uneasy. However, the rules of the Thirty-Three Heavens dictated that after attaining enlightenment, unless absolutely necessary, they should not interfere with worldly matters.

Moreover, after descending to the mortal realm, they were forbidden to use any spells on mortals, which meant that even if they wanted to save mortals, they couldn’t use magic.

Immortal Jiaheng explained the rules to Yu Wuxia and urged him. He could see that although Yu Wuxia had a deep Immortal-nature and appeared obedient on the surface, his temperament was lacking and he needed more cultivation.

Yu Wuxia followed behind, nodding, “Yes.”

Si Lan looked at the situation in the mortal realm. It was late spring now, but the wild grass on the mountain had been dug clean, leaving bare hillsides. Even the elm trees had their bark gnawed off directly, like mortals stripped of flesh and left as skeletons, hanging in the mountains.

There were no wild animals or birds in the mountains; they had all been eaten.

The more Si Lan looked, the more distressed he felt. For immortals who had lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years, these hardships were trivial, but for mortals, it could be their entire lifetime.

The timing of Immortal Jiaheng’s arrival was unfortunate, with heavy rain suddenly pouring down from the sky. The mountain rain carried mud and rocks, rolling down the mountainside. The villagers struggling to survive below hastily erected tents to shelter from the rain, but in no time, the rain blew away their tents, clothes, and even their food.

The villagers wailed in despair, but their cries were drowned out by the heavy rain.

Immortal Jiaheng was helping the villagers evacuate. He estimated that if the rain continued like this, it would flood the entire depression. If they didn’t evacuate soon, they wouldn’t be able to escape later.

Immortal Jiaheng didn’t see Yu Wuxia’s figure. After searching among the crowd for a while, he finally spotted Yu Wuxia standing in front of a stone arch bridge, gazing at the scene in the river.

In the river, a young man was struggling to swim.

Strange thing was, after the man swam to the middle of the river, he would return and jump back in, despite the pouring rain unable to deter his actions.

Immortal Jiaheng watched his behavior, his brow furrowing. “He’s entangled by malevolent spirits.”

“Yes, I heard from other villagers just now. This man saved his daughter from the river not long ago, then fell ill and has been repeating this rescue behavior until he faints.” Every time the villagers rescued the man from the water and he woke up, he would fall ill again.

The villagers said the man was suffering from hysteria.

Although Immortal Jiaheng and Yu Wuxia couldn’t easily use spells on mortals, they could use spells to subdue malevolent spirits. Immortal Jiaheng opened his heavenly eye and observed the malevolent spirit, discovering it was a mother and child.

The mother carried the small malevolent spirit on her back, entwined around the man. The small malevolent spirit looked like an unborn baby. The mother was young, estimated to be around sixteen, her mouth close to the man’s ear, constantly beguiling him.

Yu Wuxia continued, “I heard from the villagers that during the flood, the man’s daughter fell into the lake, and a pregnant woman fell by the lake. Instead of rescuing the pregnant woman nearby, the man went to save his daughter further away. This woman, after dying with her child, likely harbored resentment and turned into a malevolent spirit to haunt this man.”

Immortal Jiaheng murmured “Amitabha Immortal,” standing in the pouring rain with a serene expression, closing his eyes to chant sutras, intending to deliver this mother and child.

However, the resentment of this mother and child was exceedingly strong. The woman had already given birth to two daughters and cherished this third pregnancy, but upon learning it was a son posthumously, her resentment was fierce and refused to dissipate.

The unborn child hadn’t had a smooth reincarnation for a hundred years and finally managed to incarnate, only to die in the womb with no chance of reincarnation. Thus, this small malevolent spirit was also full of resentment.

After attempting to deliver them, Immortal Jiaheng found the mother and child still unwilling to depart. Even faced with the prospect of their souls being obliterated, they clung to the man.

Immortal Jiaheng had to stop chanting, clasping his hands together, “Amitabha Immortal.”

“If this man chooses to save you in one of the countless cycles, will you spare him then?” Immortal Jiaheng asked the malevolent mother and child.

Yu Wuxia glanced at Immortal Jiaheng upon hearing this, seemingly unable to accept this approach.

While the malevolent spirits were pitiable, to this man, they were an undeserved calamity. Why should they allow these malevolent spirits to harm him like this?

After hearing Immortal Jiaheng’s words, the mother and child remained silent for a moment before surprisingly nodding in agreement.

Yu Wuxia asked, “Master, since these two malevolent spirits are unwilling to leave, why not let them disperse naturally? Why torture innocent people for their deliverance?”

Immortal Jiaheng raised his head. “It has been three thousand years since we last met. After another three thousand years of cultivation, you will understand.”

Yu Wuxia fell silent at these words, but his face clearly showed disbelief. Perhaps he thought of how hard-won this opportunity was to spread kindness and virtue with his master in the mortal realm, so he suppressed his emotions. While Immortal Jiaheng and Yu Wuxia helped the villagers survive the mudslide, there was still the matter of the plague to resolve.

Within the barrier, Si Lan watched the man controlled by the malevolent spirit and thought of Immortal Jiaheng’s words, unable to grasp their meaning, feeling somewhat inadequate. “It seems my cultivation is still too shallow to comprehend the truth.”

Haowei comforted, “The Buddhist philosophy is different from the secular world. There’s no need to dwell on it.” Buddhism emphasizes suffering in this life for enjoyment in the next, a concept Haowei couldn’t quite grasp.

If people can’t enjoy life in this life, how can they ensure happiness in the next life?

Although not needing to live for today, one must find joy in today.

Si Lan smiled with relief, “So, Yu Wuxia is just like us, his thinking and enlightenment not yet reaching the realm of eminent monks.”

After he finished speaking, he hurriedly added, “No, it’s different. We’re not that crazy.”

Haowei heard this and for some reason remembered something, his gaze falling on Si Lan’s half-closed eyes.

Some things were really hard to say.

If Si Lan didn’t love him, he felt he might go crazy too. He might even consider forcibly taking Si Lan away and locking him in the Yuqing Palace. This behavior seemed no different from the madness of Yu Wuxia who had lost his mind.

The only difference was probably that he wouldn’t be insane enough to want to destroy the world.

Suddenly, Si Lan grinned at him and said, “Remember your ‘reverse scale’.”

“…” Haowei.

He wanted to change the subject again with a familiar trick, but then heard Si Lan mutter, “If you don’t want the ‘reverse scale’, I could go to the heavenly realm to propose marriage, and you marry me.”

“…” Haowei.

Although for the two of them, who married whom wasn’t important, for the heavenly realm, if they knew the Heavenly Emperor was marrying the Demon Lord, they might collapse.

Haowei cleared his throat lightly, teasing him like Si Lan had done before, “Do you know what’s needed for a proposal in the heavenly realm?”

“What’s needed?” Si Lan instinctively took the bait.

“Fish from the mountains, the moon from the water, the golden crow from the sea, auspicious white clouds, and so on. But I don’t want these mundane things either. I want a child. If you can give me a child, then come to the heavenly realm to propose.” Haowei deliberately made it difficult for him, never having considered the matter of having children since they were both men.

“…” Si Lan.

As soon as Si Lan heard the word “child”, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. Helplessly, he said, “Would you mind a child who’s over a thousand years old?”

“You’re like this… Well, that’s fine. But we can’t let the Heavenly Mother have grandchildren. The Heavenly Mother would still give birth. Instead, I’ll find an elixir of life for you, and you…”

Before Haowei could finish teasing him, Si Lan changed the subject.

Si Lan pointed ahead and said, “Look.”

Haowei glanced at Si Lan’s flushed cheeks, smiled, and looked away. In the scene before them, the Great Immortal of Jiaheng and Yu Wuxia were healing villagers.

Although they couldn’t use magic proficiently, they could find the cause of the plague with their spells.

But now, there was no grass on the mountain, so there were no medicinal herbs either. Therefore, the Great Immortal of Jiaheng and the Yu Wuxia crossed mountains and rivers to pick medicinal herbs from the neighboring county.

Despite their hardships, their mood was good, especially the Yu Wuxia, who followed behind the Great Immortal of Jiaheng and occasionally looked up at the back of his head.

That look was full of deep meaning.

Si Lan thought that Yu Wuxia must be feeling incredulous about how someone could have such a round head in this world…

Thinking of this, Si Lan walked behind the Yu Wuxia and stared at the back of his neck, discovering that his head was indeed quite round.

Could it be that the higher one’s cultivation, the rounder one’s head?

After the master and disciple gathered herbs together, they immediately retraced their steps without delay. On the way, the Yu Wuxia slipped in a slippery place and fell onto the back of the Great Immortal of Jiaheng by accident.

The Great Immortal of Jiaheng paused briefly and then helplessly reminded him, “Be careful.”

“Yes, Master.”

However, the Yu Wuxia slipped several more times later, each time falling on the back of the Great Immortal of Jiaheng. Seeing the increasingly steep mountain road ahead, the Great Immortal of Jiaheng worried that if Yu Wuxia accidentally knocked him down from behind with his mortal body, they would both be injured.

As the Great Immortal of Jiaheng furrowed his brow, the voice of Yu Wuxia came from behind him.

“Master, why don’t you hold your disciple’s hand?”

Immortal Jiaheng fell silent. Before he could say anything, Yuxi took the initiative to grab a corner of Immortal Jiaheng’s robe and whispered in a small voice behind his ear, “Even if the disciple holds the master like this, it’s okay.”

“…” Immortal Jiaheng.

Suddenly, Immortal Jiaheng felt something strange, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He turned his head slightly, avoiding the warm breath that Yuxi had left near his ear.

He said, “Then take it slow.”

“Yes, Master.”

Beside them, Si Lan couldn’t help but click his tongue. He didn’t expect Yuxi to be so “calculating” that even walking along a mountain path, he could find a way to get closer to Immortal Jiaheng.

Meanwhile, Immortal Jiaheng, who was oblivious to romantic feelings, probably didn’t understand what was happening.

Yuxi held onto Immortal Jiaheng’s sleeve and occasionally brushed against his fingers as they walked, seemingly amazed by the touch, his eyes shining brightly.

As for Immortal Jiaheng, he truly didn’t think much about it. At this moment, he was thinking about the refugees in the village. The authorities not only neglected them but also sealed them inside. Such actions were truly against the natural order.

It seemed that this era wouldn’t last much longer.

The world was on the verge of turmoil, and it was the common people who suffered.

Thinking of this, Immortal Jiaheng couldn’t help but sigh. Yuxi asked, “Master, are you sighing for the villagers?”

“Mm.”

“Master, disciple has always been puzzled. After the Heavenly Law established the Five Realms, why did it create the Human Realm?”

Humans are so small and humble, like ants clinging to this land. What is their purpose in existence?

Immortal Jiaheng didn’t expect Yuxi to ask such a question.

Logically speaking, Yuxi had been virtuous for thousands of lifetimes, reincarnating several times as a mortal, and in his last life, he ascended while still in mortal form. Why would he think this way about mortals?

Immortal Jiaheng looked deeply into Yuxi’s eyes. “The wind has its direction, the water has its depth, and humans have their meaning. However, this meaning cannot be explained in a few words, nor can anyone fully explain it. It requires us to feel it with our hearts.”

Yuxi remained silent for a while, then stared at Immortal Jiaheng and said, “So in this world, every encounter has its meaning.”

Immortal Jiaheng did not perceive the deeper meaning behind his words and replied, “Mm.”

“Then, Master, between you and me…”

“Mm?” Immortal Jiaheng turned to Yuxi.

Yuxi’s ears turned red. “As master and disciple, it’s also fate.”

Immortal Jiaheng remained silent for a while, then smiled bitterly after a long pause. “Yes, it’s fate.” He didn’t notice the fleeting madness and possessiveness in Yuxi’s eyes.

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Chapter 68

Yu Wuxia looked at Immortal Jiaheng, a faint smile curling his lips, his voice slightly deep with a hint of magnetism, “Because disciple has long admired Master for many years. Once, while reciting sutras in the human realm, disciple’s consciousness inadvertently entered the Thirty-Three Heavens and saw Master lecturing on the sacred altar. Disciple was amazed by Master’s demeanor and resolved that if there ever came a day to become an Immortal, he would surely seek apprenticeship under Master.”

Jiaheng considered several reasons but never imagined it would be for this reason. He gazed into Yu Wuxia’s eyes, which held a shy smile, sincere and candid, making Jiaheng feel he had overthought things.

Though Yu Wuxia was once a disciple of the Immortal in the forest, millennia had passed, undergoing many reincarnations, each erasing memories of the previous life. Therefore, Yu Wuxia should not remember him.

Realizing this, Jiaheng’s expression returned to normal. After a few seconds of eye contact with Yu Wuxia, he turned and left.

However, Yu Wuxia continued to watch the departing figure of Immortal Jiaheng.

Within the enchantment, Si Lan stared at Yu Wuxia’s youthful face. At this moment, Yu Wuxia appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, just reaching adulthood in the human realm. There was no strange fire mark between his eyebrows, and his eyes were filled with youthfulness, devoid of any demonic aura.

He was completely different from the Yu Wuxia they would later encounter.

“Is Yu Wuxia here for revenge?” Si Lan murmured.

“Probably not,” Haowei replied.

If Yu Wuxia wanted revenge, he had countless methods, far beyond seeking apprenticeship under Immortal Jiaheng. Moreover, despite his accumulated merits, Yu Wuxia’s cultivation was not high. Killing him would be effortless for Immortal Jiaheng, so there was no need for him to expose himself or take the risk of becoming Immortal Jiaheng’s disciple.

This could only mean that Yu Wuxia truly admired Immortal Jiaheng’s presence.

When mortal monks reach a certain level of cultivation, their consciousness can transcend the physical body and roam the world. It seemed that Yu Wuxia’s consciousness had wandered to the Thirty-Three Heavens, witnessing Immortal Jiaheng lecturing on the lotus altar.

Yu Wuxia was unaware of the story between the tiger in the forest and the disciple of the Immortal. Misinterpreting the depth of their connection in this life, he might have thought he had a deep bond with Immortal Jiaheng, hence seeing him during his out-of-body experience.

Inside the illusion, Immortal Jiaheng placed Yu Wuxia here and hadn’t intervened since.

Months later, Yu Wuxia realized he had been “exiled.” Sitting cross-legged on a giant rock in a mountain cave, he recited scriptures. As his chanting quieted, he opened his eyes, a hint of melancholy in them.

After a while, Si Lan saw Yu Wuxia emerge from the cave, walking to the Floating Hall and peering into the distance behind a crimson pillar.

Following his gaze, Si Lan saw a lush Bodhi tree bathed in sacred light.

Beneath the Bodhi tree, several disciples sat respectfully on the ground, while Immortal Jiaheng sat on a lotus throne, one hand resting before him, eyes closed as he expounded scriptures to his disciples.

“Is Immortal Jiaheng avoiding Yu Wuxia, perhaps unsure how to face him?” Si Lan whispered.

“It’s more than that,” Haowei replied, gazing at Immortal Jiaheng’s serene face. “Someone like Immortal Jiaheng, deep in meditation, must have realized something.”

As they spoke, they suddenly saw Yu Wuxia’s figure turn into blue smoke and fly towards the Bodhi tree. They immediately followed. The blue smoke settled on a Bodhi leaf, transforming into morning dew.

The sacred light illuminated the dew, making it sparkle like a gem.

A drop of dew slowly slid along the veins of the Bodhi leaf, dripping from its tip, landing precisely on Immortal Jiaheng’s brow.

Immortal Jiaheng sensed the droplet but paid it no mind, continuing to lead his disciples in reciting scriptures with closed eyes. The droplet mischievously slid down, passing his eye corner and cheek, finally resting at the corner of his rosy lips.

Si Lan watched the serene and handsome monk before him, his face calm and peaceful, yet with a faint sparkle at the corner of his lips, adding a peculiar charm.

After landing on the corner of his lips, the dew remained motionless, quietly feeling the warm touch beneath it. After a moment, the dew tentatively slid deeper into the corner of his mouth, attempting to part those two rosy petals.

However, his lips were tightly closed, and it couldn’t pry them open. Losing balance, it fell from the corner of his mouth, gliding across his fair jawline before landing an inch below Immortal Jiaheng’s neck.

The dew quickly turned around, peering through the illusion to see Immortal Jiaheng, who had stopped lecturing without notice. His deep black eyes were fixedly staring at him, and the disciples who had been sitting beside him were gone.

Yu Wuxia realized his identity was exposed. He attempted to use magic to turn into blue smoke and escape but was caught by Immortal Jiaheng’s hand gripping his neck. Unable to break free, he blushed and obediently let Immortal Jiaheng pull him back.

On the side, Si Lan shook his head helplessly.

At this moment, Yu Wuxia was still as childish as a child, unexpectedly playing tricks by transforming into a raindrop to tease Immortal Jiaheng.

“Wuxia, do you understand your offense?” Immortal Jiaheng asked coldly.

Yu Wuxia immediately confessed, “Disciple understands his offense.”

After wiping his lips, Immortal Jiaheng released his grip. Yu Wuxia turned around, bowing his head, fully aware of his misdeed, obediently standing before Immortal Jiaheng to accept punishment.

He wasn’t afraid of punishment but feared being ignored or even rejected by his master.

“Why did you play such a trick on me?”

“Master, disciple also wanted to listen to the scriptures, but feared you wouldn’t allow it. So, I quietly transformed into a raindrop to listen on the Bodhi leaf, but… accidentally dripped onto your lips…”

Before Yu Wuxia could finish, Immortal Jiaheng interrupted coldly, “The reason you weren’t invited to this sermon is because your aptitude doesn’t require you to listen to such elementary Buddhist principles.”

“But after you sent disciple back to his residence, you haven’t cared about disciple…” Yu Wuxia sensed Immortal Jiaheng’s displeasure but didn’t understand why. These past few days, while meditating in the dark mountain cave, he had been pondering where he went wrong, making Immortal Jiaheng dissatisfied with him.

Immortal Jiaheng explained, “Your Immortal-nature is excellent, but your cultivation is still insufficient, so I had you meditate quietly in the mountain cave.”

“Master, disciple still hopes to accompany Master and be guided by you, believing it would accelerate my progress.”

Immortal Jiaheng remained silent for a while, gazing at him with closed eyes.

Embarrassed, Yu Wuxia clenched his hands, feeling as though his thoughts had been seen through.

In truth, he simply wanted to spend more time with his master.

“For playing a prank today, you will be confined to the temple for three months. If you perform well, after three months, you will accompany me to the mortal realm to spread benevolence and virtues.”

Upon hearing this, joy flickered in Yu Wuxia’s eyes as he lowered his head and said, “Thank you, Master.”

Accepting his punishment, Yu Wuxia obediently left. Meanwhile, Immortal Jiaheng remained standing in place, silently watching Yu Wuxia depart.

Si Lan and the others were about to follow Yu Wuxia when suddenly they saw Immortal Jiaheng open his palm, revealing a black line in his palm that extended into Yu Wuxia’s hand.

Si Lan stared at this strange black line connecting the two, feeling stunned.

Suddenly, he understood why Immortal Jiaheng had been avoiding Yu Wuxia and why Immortal Jiaheng’s expression was so grim when Yu Wuxia ascended. It was because Immortal Jiaheng saw the entanglement of their fates.

On Immortal Jiaheng’s side, the black line indicated a weaker position, with the thread in his palm wavering.

This meant that Immortal Jiaheng was destined to lose, perhaps even lose his life because of this. Naturally, he didn’t want to watch someone who would eventually kill him, which was why he left Yu Wuxia alone to cultivate in the mountain cave.

But Yu Wuxia was unaware of all this, only wishing to be closer to Immortal Jiaheng.

Si Lan felt a mixture of emotions, “The intertwining of fate between master and disciple is unexpectedly deep.”

Haowei, however, didn’t have so much sentimental grief. With a contemplative expression, he calculated quietly, “It will still be thousands of years before Yu Wuxia falls into demonic ways. During this time, I’m afraid many things have happened between the two.”

“Hmm,” Si Lan nodded.

Time passed swiftly in the illusion. Three months later, Yu Wuxia emerged from the mountain cave, his face filled with joy as he went to the temple to find Immortal Jiaheng.

However, after searching around, he couldn’t find Grandmaster Jiaheng, so he grabbed a young janitor to inquire. He learned that three months ago, Grandmaster Jiaheng had already taken a group of disciples to the human realm to perform acts of kindness and virtue.

Yu Wuxia listened to this and stood under the Bodhi tree, motionless for a long time.

Si Lan looked at his expression. Although there were no dramatic changes on his face, he could still sense the subtle shifts in his eyes—clear and deep like ink, lips slightly pursed, yet silent.

At that moment, a Bodhi leaf swayed in front of Yu Wuxia. He reached out and caught it. In the next instant, he opened his palm and the leaf turned into yellowish powder, fluttering down.

Si Lan and Haowei exchanged glances.

Grandmaster Jiaheng led his disciples in the human realm for several hundred years before returning to the Thirty-three Heavens. However, upon his return, he immediately went into seclusion with other Immortals like Good Passing in the Ling Mountain Temple in the Western Heaven.

This seclusion would last for three thousand years.

During this period, Yu Wuxia devoted himself to cultivation, progressing rapidly. Not only that, his appearance changed as well. He transformed from a youthful appearance of around fifteen or sixteen years old into that of a young man of eighteen or nineteen.

Taller stature, broader shoulders, even his eyes were darker, deep and captivating, unfathomable.

When Good Passing Immortal and other Immortals emerged from seclusion, countless disciples waited outside the Ling Mountain Temple. Yu Wuxia and his senior brothers were also waiting for Grandmaster Jiaheng.

As Grandmaster Jiaheng emerged, the disciples immediately approached and bowed respectfully. Grandmaster Jiaheng’s gaze passed over them with a smile, but froze when he saw Yu Wuxia.

Yu Wuxia smiled slowly, “Master, I am Yu Wuxia. After three thousand years, I wonder if Master still remembers me?” Among his senior brothers, whose appearances had long since stabilized, only he was still changing.

Grandmaster Jiaheng fell silent for a moment before saying, “Yu Wuxia, I remember you.” Yu Wuxia’s current appearance closely resembled the face of the disciple who had diligently cultivated in the forest years ago.

—

In front of the Immortal hall, Grandmaster Jiaheng questioned each disciple about what had transpired over the past three thousand years. When he heard that Yu Wuxia had been diligently cultivating in the mountains, Grandmaster Jiaheng paused.

Yu Wuxia thought Grandmaster Jiaheng was about to say something, but instead, Grandmaster Jiaheng remained silent about his progress. Yu Wuxia’s eyes darkened slightly. After the other disciples left, he remained standing in place.

“Master, you once said you would take your disciples to the human realm to perform acts of kindness and virtue. I have been waiting for you these three thousand years.”

Grandmaster Jiaheng looked up at Yu Wuxia upon hearing this. Yu Wuxia met his gaze firmly.

Grandmaster Jiaheng hadn’t expected that a casual remark made thousands of years ago would be remembered so vividly.

Seeing Grandmaster Jiaheng’s hesitant expression, Yu Wuxia spoke first, “Master, monks should not deceive.”

“…” Grandmaster Jiaheng.

After a long while, Grandmaster Jiaheng said, “I’ve heard there have been recent floods in the human realm. Let us go together to perform acts of kindness and virtue.”

“Yes,” Yu Wuxia lowered his head, hiding a smile on his face.

Seeing Yu Wuxia in this state, Si Lan shook his head from within the barrier. He didn’t understand that the closer Yu Wuxia got to Grandmaster Jiaheng, the stronger the entangled threads between them became, weakening Grandmaster Jiaheng’s vitality.

“When the heavens arranged Yu Wuxia’s destiny, they probably didn’t foresee that he would fall in love with Grandmaster Jiaheng and be entangled for this lifetime.”

“Yu Wuxia is the manifestation of the dark side of heaven’s will. Perhaps destiny is not entirely under the control of the heavens, allowing him to repeatedly disrupt the six realms established by heaven.”

However, Haowei believed that Yu Wuxia was not just the manifestation of heaven’s dark side, but also of heaven’s desires.

Otherwise, heaven would not have wanted Yu Wuxia to become an Immortal for a thousand lifetimes and cultivate secretly. It just didn’t expect that even as an Immortal, he could still be swayed by emotions.

T/N: Hey there! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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Chapter 67

Yu Wuxia’s lips curled into a cold smile. Seeing the blood flow uncontrollably, he decided not to use his energy to heal himself anymore.

He wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, the red mark between his eyebrows vivid against his pale face. “Heh, quite interesting.”

Indeed, he was the chosen son meticulously cultivated by the Heavenly Law for over fifty thousand years.

Haowei absorbed Taiwei’s cultivation from birth until Taiwei’s destined demise. He naturally inherited over fifty thousand years of Taiwei’s cultivation. It could be said that Taiwei, the former Heavenly Emperor, was not just his father but also the crucible that nurtured and expended everything to raise this divine emperor.

Si Lan said, “Yu Wuxia, no matter what, in this life you haven’t committed irreparable mistakes yet. If you’re willing to release Great Heng Immortal Ancestor and lift the Five Star Nine Heavens Formation, there’s still time to make amends.”

Yu Wuxia seemed to find something amusing in Si Lan’s words. He snorted, his brows arching sharply, eyes deep and piercing like two pools in the abyss, veiled in darkness and calmness, yet predatory like a wild wolf hunting at night, with sharp and sinister eyes.

“Jun Li, you’ve seen it too. This world is so rotten, so filthy. It needs a complete transformation.”

Pausing, he continued, “If the two of us could work together to reshape the Six Realms and create a new perfect world, wouldn’t that be better?”

Seeing his stubbornness, Si Lan threatened, “You’re injured now. If you don’t treat it, you’ll die. Your goal of establishing a new world is also to be forever with Great Heng Immortal Ancestor. But if you die, your goal won’t be achieved.”

Yu Wuxia remained unmoved, “I won’t die. Even if the soul in this fleshly body perishes, it can still become the smallest part of the new world and come back to life.”

And Great Heng Immortal Ancestor had already transcended reincarnation; he would be transported by the formation to the new world, waiting for his resurrection. Then no one would say anything against the norms or defy moral principles. They would live as they pleased in this new world.

No, not just them. Everyone could live as they pleased in this new world.

At the thought, madness flickered in Yu Wuxia’s eyes.

Si Lan heard the words “come back to life even after the soul perishes,” a fleeting thought crossed his mind, but he didn’t dwell on it and was drawn back by Yu Wuxia’s words.

“Jun Li, the Heavenly Laws won’t allow excessively powerful beings to exist in the Six Realms. Once they do, they’ll slowly fall like Lord You Shou.” Yu Wuxia’s voice carried a hint of temptation, “So why work for it? Come with me instead. Let’s build a new world. Your beloved won’t suffer the fate of falling from godhood if she reaches that level.”

Upon hearing the words “beloved,” Si Lan’s face flushed slightly. It had to be said, Yu Wuxia knew how to tempt people’s hearts, knowing that reasoning with him directly wouldn’t work, so he used the person Si Lan cared about to persuade him.

But Yu Wuxia was mistaken.

Si Lan stopped him not for the sake of the Heavenly Law.

As for Haowei, he believed Haowei understood better than he did what needed to be done.

Haowei glanced at Si Lan, as if afraid Si Lan would be persuaded. Taking over the conversation, he said, “I don’t need your pretense of goodwill, Yu Wuxia. Are you determined to activate the Five Star Nine Heavens Formation?”

“Yes.” Yu Wuxia’s lips curled, his eyes wild and incomprehensible.

Haowei didn’t waste any more words. He activated the black Soul-Locking Talismans inside Yu Wuxia, suppressing part of his cultivation and preventing him from healing his wounds.

And the moment Yu Wuxia appeared, he secretly set up a formation. Now, like them, Yu Wuxia was trapped, unable to escape.

Sensing this, Yu Wuxia simply clasped his hands in front of his chest, creating a barrier around him to keep Si Lan and Haowei at bay. He closed his eyes, lips moving silently as he attempted to force the Soul-Locking Talismans out of his body with incantations.

In doing so, he inadvertently left an opportunity for Si Lan and Haowei.

Haowei said, “Si Lan, use the Return Spell.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Wuxia opened his eyes and sneered mockingly, “Even in the previous life, the Return Spell proved futile.”

Si Lan walked up to Yu Wuxia and looked at this handsome and alluring monk, despite bleeding heavily, with some compassion in his heart. “Yu Wuxia, do you know why Great Heng Immortal Ancestor refuses to accept you?”

Yu Wuxia’s expression froze at the words, his eyes swirling with intensity as if touched on a raw nerve. In the next instant, a mass of black energy surged out from within his barrier, transforming into blades aimed directly at Si Lan’s forehead.

Haowei acted swiftly, pulling Si Lan behind him and slashing his sword to disperse the black energy.

Si Lan, however, showed no fear. Without even blinking, he leaned out from behind Haowei and declared to Yu Wuxia with a cutting edge, “I think Great Heng Immortal Ancestor rejects you not only because of your cultivation path but also because of your character. Your character is just too poor!” And you don’t even understand how to love others.

He refrained from uttering the last sentence.

Yu Wuxia glared at him furiously, the red mark between his eyebrows pulsing, as if containing immense rage.

Haowei, unperturbed by Yu Wuxia’s reaction, finished his retort, unwilling to waste any more time. He then began to chant a spell to activate the Return Spell.

As Yu Wuxia had predicted, even if the Return Spell revealed everything Yu Wuxia had experienced, it might not uncover his weaknesses. Nevertheless, they had no choice but to try.

At the moment when Si Lan cast the spell, Haowei added another barrier around Yu Wuxia’s existing barrier, further restricting his movements. One condition for successfully activating the Return Spell was keeping the target within thirty feet.

He feared Yu Wuxia might attempt to escape.

Yu Wuxia looked at the two formations and barriers restricting his movements, his pale face darkening slightly.

Was it really necessary to be so cautious?

He glanced at Haowei with a newfound scrutiny. Initially, due to the Heavenly Law, he had underestimated Haowei’s cultivation and intellect. But after their recent exchanges, he suddenly realized that Haowei was not someone to be taken lightly.

At this moment, Haowei was not concerned with Yu Wuxia’s scrutiny. Alongside Si Lan, he entered into the illusion.

Si Lan was now proficient in manipulating the Wheel of Time. After some thought, he decided to return to the scene of Yu Wuxia’s first encounter with Great Heng Immortal Ancestor.

That was the beginning of all their karma.

They landed in a forest, deep into autumn. The branches and leaves on the trees had turned completely yellow, and the ground was covered with layers of fallen leaves. When the strong wind blew, it created a dazzling yet desolate scene of yellow.

They glanced around the forest but didn’t see Great Heng Immortal Ancestor or Yu Wuxia. Just as they were puzzled, another gust of wind blew, scattering a pile of fallen leaves ahead, revealing a corner of a lead-gray monk’s robe.

Si Lan and Haowei exchanged a glance, then moved towards the almost completely enveloped figure buried under the fallen leaves, which turned out to be Yu Wuxia.

The gentle wind brushed over Yu Wuxia’s body, bringing and taking away the fallen leaves, revealing his young and delicate face. Despite looking as though he had endured much hardship in the forest, with sunken eye sockets and slightly dry lips, there was not a hint of discomfort on his face. His expression appeared resolute.

Seeing Yu Wuxia in this state, Si Lan couldn’t help but feel a sense of emotion: a model student had turned into a little tyrant.

The diligent Buddhist practitioner had turned into a man-eating tiger, who had become a Immortal.

Through all these experiences, Yu Wuxia’s heart had not twisted irreparably. It was just unclear how this twist later led him to fall in love with Great Heng Immortal Ancestor…

Haowei noticed Si Lan staring fixedly at Yu Wuxia’s face and, recalling Si Lan’s earlier compliment on Yu Wuxia’s looks, lowered his eyelids and asked coolly, “Is he handsome?”

Si Lan quickly responded, “Not as handsome as you.”

Haowei knew Si Lan was buttering him up, but his lowered eyelids lifted slightly, deliberately asking, “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, really.”

After all, spiritual cultivation could affect a person’s appearance. The higher the cultivation, the better one looked, so purely in terms of appearance, there weren’t many who could compare to Haowei.

Si Lan felt like he had stumbled upon a big advantage by accident.

As they conversed, an unusually heavy breathing sound suddenly came from behind them, accompanied by the crushing of fallen leaves underfoot.

They turned around and saw a tiger, skin and bones from hunger.

This was Great Heng Immortal Ancestor.

The tiger approached step by step until it stood in front of Yu Wuxia.

Yu Wuxia slowly opened his eyes and met the tiger’s gaze.

Si Lan wasn’t sure what the emotions were between the man and the tiger, but he felt unexpectedly nervous and reached out to grab Haowei’s sleeve beside him.

Haowei glanced at his hand, then pretended to casually touch Si Lan’s hand and quietly held it.

Si Lan’s attention was now focused on the man and the tiger. Contrary to the expected tense atmosphere, the tiger was lying on the ground, barely breathing, looking at Yu Wuxia.

Yu Wuxia closed his eyes again and resumed his meditation.

A day passed like this. Yu Wuxia continued meditating while the tiger’s breath grew weaker.

Si Lan observed the scene in silence and remarked, “I didn’t expect Immortal Jiaheng to be… so courteous.” He figured Immortal Jiaheng’s emaciation in this dense forest was probably due to not actively hunting.

Now the tiger guarded Yu Wuxia, apparently intending to wait until he died to eat him. Yet Yu Wuxia unexpectedly persevered.

The tiger lay on the ground, half-opening its eyes to watch Yu Wuxia.

Perhaps its gaze was too intense. Yu Wuxia opened his eyes, turned the prayer beads in his hand, and smiled wryly, “Since we’ve met here, it must be fate. I can’t bear to let a life pass before my eyes, so I’ll give you a piece of my flesh.”

With that, Yu Wuxia cut a piece of flesh from his arm and handed it to the tiger.

The tiger smelled the blood and couldn’t help but growl softly. It devoured the piece of flesh voraciously. After satisfying its hunger, the tiger did not leave but continued to guard Yu Wuxia.

With closed eyes, Yu Wuxia continued chanting and meditating, seemingly oblivious to the pain in his arm or the tiger’s watchful eyes.

The next day, the tiger was hungry again. Yu Wuxia cut a piece of flesh from his leg for it.

On the third day, it was flesh from his chest.

…

Until finally, the once lean disciple of Immortal became a nearly fleshless skeleton. As the white bones collapsed, his eyes remained fixed on the sky.

Si Lan approached and heard the murmured words of the white bones, “Why do I still lack that last bit of merit?”

At that moment, the tiger that had consumed the flesh suddenly emitted a golden light, transforming into a Immortal figure.

Seeing this, the white bones could not rest in peace.

Si Lan looked at the transformed Jiaheng and then at the white bones, deeply moved. Unable to contain his curiosity, he turned to Haowei, whom he regarded as knowing everything.

“Why did the tiger attain Immortalhood while Yu Wuxia perished?”

Haowei frowned thoughtfully and replied, “I do not fully understand the Buddhist principles here, but I suspect it’s because Yu Wuxia’s act of feeding his flesh to the tiger wasn’t purely out of compassion but rather stemmed from his desire to attain that last bit of merit. His attachment to gaining merit prevented his enlightenment. Whereas the tiger, though it consumed flesh, did so out of instinct, not malice.”

Moreover, this tiger seemed unlikely to attack living beings and only ate dead things or what was given, which explained its skeletal appearance.

Although the tiger was a fierce beast ignorant of Buddhist scriptures, it possessed a Immortal’s heart, which enabled it to attain Immortalhood.

Si Lan couldn’t help but think of the Moth King for some reason.

He wondered if Yu Wuxia had foreseen this reason when he initially chose the Moth King.

Some actions, though seemingly evil, are not entirely evil.

Some deeds, though seemingly virtuous, are not entirely virtuous.

Si Lan witnessed Immortal Jiaheng’s swift enlightenment and profound study of Buddhist texts after his sudden Immortalhood in the Thirty-Three Heavens, ultimately becoming a disciple of the Blessed Passing Immortal.

On the other hand, after countless reincarnations, Yu Wuxia consistently performed good deeds.

Si Lan manipulated the cycle spell, jumping directly to the scene where they first met many years later.

Suddenly, a disciple on earth ascended to become a Immortal due to his profound virtue, illuminating the Thirty-Three Heavens with his merit lamp. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine bronze bells rang autonomously, their sound incessant, Immortal’s light radiating over a hundred thousand miles, shaking the Six Realms.

All the Immortals of the Thirty-Three Heavens mobilized to witness this extraordinary disciple.

When Yu Wuxia ascended to the Thirty-Three Heavens, he saw countless Immortals standing amidst the clouds, dignified and smiling.

Si Lan followed Yu Wuxia and witnessed this magnificent scene, unable to resist saying, “I didn’t expect Yu Wuxia to have such prestige.”

Haowei coolly remarked, “Indeed, good-looking and prestigious.”

“…”

He realized he shouldn’t praise others, even if they were mortal enemies. He obediently closed his mouth and followed behind Yu Wuxia.

“Disciple Wuxia pays respects to the Immortals.”

Seated on a lotus throne, the Blessed Passing Immortal, with compassionate eyes, smiled at Yu Wuxia, “Wuxia, all these Immortals behind you are willing to take you as their disciple. Whom do you choose?”

Yu Wuxia glanced at the multitude of Immortals behind him but eventually fixed his gaze upon Immortal Jiaheng beside the Blessed Passing Immortal.

When Yu Wuxia ascended, Immortal Jiaheng’s expression turned uneasy. Meeting Yu Wuxia’s direct gaze, his brow furrowed slightly.

“Immortal, I wish to become a disciple under Immortal Jiaheng.”

Immortal Jiaheng’s expression immediately turned odd. He sought help from the Blessed Passing Immortal, who after a moment’s consideration, surprisingly agreed.

The Blessed Passing Immortal said something to Jiaheng, and despite Immortal Jiaheng’s hint of helplessness on his face, he didn’t object but nodded lightly.

As Immortal Jiaheng led Yu Wuxia away, the other Immortals behind them showed regretful expressions.

Yu Wuxia followed Immortal Jiaheng, his gaze fixed on the back of his neck. Immortal Jiaheng sensed his stare, causing his steps to stiffen slightly.

Upon arriving at a secluded cave, Immortal Jiaheng finally turned around, feigning indifference. “You shall cultivate here.”

Yu Wuxia surveyed the dim surroundings, worse than the conditions he had in his earthly practice. Nevertheless, he remained silent, respectfully folding his hands in front of his chest. “Yes.”

As Jiaheng turned to leave, he paused beside Yu Wuxia, suddenly remembering something. He glanced at Yu Wuxia’s face and asked, “Why did you choose to follow under my guidance?”

He hadn’t taken a disciple for a thousand years. Even if he did, it wouldn’t have been Yu Wuxia. It was the Blessed Passing Immortal who told him about the cause and effect — the flesh sacrifice back then was the cause; now, taking a disciple was the effect.

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Chapter 66

Actually, it wasn’t just to disgrace the heavens, but also to destroy Si Lan.

“Jun Li, the one who wants to harm Haowei is not me, but you,” Yu Wuxia’s voice, like a snake’s hiss, slithered into Si Lan’s ears after his laugh.

“You could have chosen to plant the array in Qu Ze’s body. That way, even if Haowei hurt or killed Qu Ze, he wouldn’t feel so guilty. But you deliberately brought it into your own body. Isn’t this harming Haowei?”

“You know how Haowei feels about you. If he knew he hurt you even a little, he would hurt himself tenfold. So it is your compassion, your kindness, your benevolence that made you choose to hurt the one you love most.”

As Yu Wuxia finished speaking, outside the barrier, Haowei was suddenly attacked by a humanoid monster, shriveled and withered like dead wood.

The monster moved quickly and ghostly, attempting to get close to Haowei, but was sliced in half by his long sword. However, the pain was transmitted to Si Lan.

It felt like a punch to his abdomen, his face turning pale from the pain.

At some point, Yu Wuxia had let go of him.

He fell to the ground, trying to stand up. At that moment, it felt as if a knife had slashed his abdomen, the ripping pain surging from his flesh. Though there wasn’t a visible wound, the pain was unbearable.

Even in such agony, he couldn’t help but grumble in his heart, wondering what kind of sword Haowei was using that it could hurt so much. He decided he would make Haowei change his sword when they got back.

With one hand clutching his abdomen and the other hand tightly clenched, he tried to support himself to stand. Just then, another sword strike hit him, sending him flying backward, his body crashing into a boulder. A taste of blood instantly filled his mouth.

“Haowei.”

He tried to contact Haowei with his spiritual sense, but couldn’t reach him.

After slaying two monsters, Haowei’s long sword transformed into countless sword shadows, swirling in the air, ready to break through the illusion.

Si Lan glanced at the sword shadows, his legs trembling, estimating that if they struck him, he would either be dead or crippled.

He silently comforted himself, believing his special physique and blood that could heal others might help him. As long as he could still drink blood, he should be able to survive.

While hiding his breath and observing the situation inside the barrier, he noticed that Yu Wuxia had left at some point.

Surrounded by darkness, except for his own breathing, there was no sound. He cast a spell to conjure a fire, illuminating his surroundings, and realized he was inside a massive stone coffin.

To be precise, he was in an illusion of a stone coffin.

The stone coffin was cold and white, with densely carved runes inside. Recognizing them as Ling Jie Curses, he frowned.

Ling Jie Curses are extremely vicious. Anyone cursed by them would have their soul destroyed, never to reincarnate.

His face darkened, realizing that this stone coffin was prepared by Yu Wuxia, intending to use his body to activate the Five-Pointed Nine Heavens Array and then obliterate his soul.

Yu Wuxia didn’t want the heavens to find his reincarnation and send him back to defy fate again, so he planned to eliminate this “hidden danger” in this lifetime.

He estimated that Yu Wuxia had left but was probably still in the shadows, enjoying the scene of him and Haowei struggling like trapped beasts.

So he looked up at the sky and gave a middle finger.

Outside the barrier, countless flying swords wove together like a stream of arrows, slowly approaching the array, seemingly waiting for the right moment to strike.

Si Lan moved closer to the barrier, quietly watching Haowei’s face.

Suddenly, he remembered that since Haowei had returned to his adult form, he hadn’t really looked at him seriously. This time, he finally took a good look at him, albeit in such a setting.

His eyes stung as he reached out to touch Haowei’s eyebrows and eyes through the barrier. When he first met Haowei, he was just a little white dragon—proud, naive, delicate, and precious, without any sense of majesty or coldness.

So even though Haowei had returned to his adult form, Si Lan didn’t fear him much.

In reality, Haowei’s face was cold and stern, exuding an intimidating presence that made others feel threatened.

Especially with his slightly downward-tilted eyes and the aloofness they conveyed, it seemed like he didn’t take anyone seriously.

The sword shadows spun faster and faster, causing the rubble on the ground to rise, nearly obscuring Haowei’s figure. Si Lan closed his eyes and whispered a silent apology.

He had already concealed his breath. If he were to die, he would only turn into an ordinary skeleton, hoping Haowei wouldn’t find out. That way, Haowei wouldn’t know he had died and wouldn’t feel the pain.

“Haowei…” Si Lan murmured his name.

At that moment, the sword shadows that were about to break through the array suddenly paused, hanging motionless in the air.

The rising rubble and dust fell instantly, revealing Haowei’s face as he walked slowly towards Si Lan.

Si Lan’s heart raced, and he kept his eyes fixed on Haowei, unsure if Haowei had sensed something.

Haowei reached out his hand, pressing his palm against the invisible barrier where Si Lan’s hand met his. Si Lan inexplicably smiled, his chest trembling slightly as a thin mist of tears rose in his eyes. “Haowei…”

With cold black eyes, Haowei retracted his long sword, ceasing his attack on the array.

Si Lan guessed that although Haowei couldn’t see him, he might have sensed something was wrong.

Suddenly, three desiccated monsters emerged from the array, baring their teeth as they lunged at Haowei. He dodged them but refused to strike back.

It seemed that the array was deliberately trying to provoke Haowei, as more and more monsters appeared, nearly filling the entire illusion.

Si Lan noticed that Haowei, for some reason, wasn’t attacking them. After several evasions, he was scratched by a monster, leaving a bloody mark on his face and tearing open his chest, revealing blood.

Si Lan knew this was Yu Wuxia’s way of forcing Haowei to fight.

Cornered, Haowei remained cold and calm, lost in thought with his eyes downcast. Meanwhile, a stone behind him slowly transformed into a gaping maw. Si Lan couldn’t help but shout, “Haowei… Haowei… watch out behind you.”

But Haowei couldn’t hear him. By the time he realized, the monster had already bitten down. His life-bound sword instinctively tried to attack the monster but was called back.

He twisted his body to avoid the attack, but his arm was still bitten. The monster’s sharp fangs sliced along his arm, taking away two chunks of flesh.

Blood instantly soaked through his white robe.

Si Lan’s heart leaped into his throat, his voice hoarse. “Haowei, Haowei… fight back!”

He shouted for a long time, but Haowei didn’t respond. Maybe it was because of his injured arm, or perhaps due to exhaustion, Haowei’s movements grew slower, and his injuries increased.

Si Lan feared that if this continued, Haowei would die inside the array. While Haowei couldn’t break out, Si Lan could enter to save him. With this thought, he drew his Xuanshin Whip, which wrapped around the barrier like a spirit snake.

The barrier trembled, revealing a swastika rune, the gate of the barrier. The long whip turned into a sharp blade, slashing at the swastika repeatedly.

After a few strikes, a crack appeared on the barrier. Si Lan’s expression relaxed slightly, but seeing the situation inside the array made his face tense again.

Haowei had been knocked to the ground, his white robe soaked with blood. As he struggled to get up, a monster stomped on him, and its withered but sharp fingers turned into blades, slicing into his back and reaching for his core.

Even so, Haowei didn’t resist, enduring the pain as his core was forcibly extracted.

The monster excitedly swallowed Haowei’s inner core after extracting it, then let out another fierce roar and shattered Haowei’s spiritual platform.

In an instant, the divine aura of the fallen true dragon burst forth from the formation, shaking the valley and startling countless beasts.

Si Lan was stunned for a moment. When he realized what had happened, he broke down and shouted, “Haowei… Haowei, get up…”

He attacked the barrier madly, disregarding everything. Finally, the cracks in the swastika widened, revealing a small gap. His body turned into smoke and slipped through the barrier without hesitation, charging into the formation.

He threw himself in front of Haowei, his lips trembling as he called Haowei’s name, but found he couldn’t make a sound.

Haowei was covered in blood. When Si Lan touched him, his hand was stained red. He was terrified, speechless, and tears began to fall one by one.

Suddenly, the monster within the formation turned to dust and vanished into the air.

Behind him, the figure of Yu Wuxia appeared.

Yu Wuxia had always appeared as an illusion before; this was the first time he appeared in his true form.

He wore a lead-gray kasaya, with a string of 1,080 yellow prayer beads hanging on his chest. His tall, slender figure stood straight, and his clothes fluttered without wind.

Though his face was like that of a serene monk, the bewitching red mark between his brows gave him an unrestrained and wanton appearance.

He looked at Haowei, lying in a pool of blood, with a hint of regret on his face.

What a pity that Haowei died so easily.

He had thought Haowei, as the Divine Emperor, had transcended the cycle of reincarnation and achieved immortality. Unexpectedly, Haowei now lay dead, killed by a few ordinary monsters.

It must have been because Haowei had transferred too much of his cultivation to Si Lan during their spiritual connection recently.

Yet, Si Lan, this little fool, probably still didn’t realize that Haowei’s death was a result of his own actions.

Yu Wuxia walked slowly to Si Lan, his eyes full of mockery. “He died because of you.”

Si Lan didn’t respond. He seemed to be lost in profound grief, his hands clenched tightly, unable to cry or move, like a puppet, silently sitting beside Haowei.

Yu Wuxia’s words were like daggers, “The heavens have erred again, sending down something utterly useless.”

As he finished speaking, Yu Wuxia extended his hand, intending to crush Haowei’s body. However, just as his hand reached out, Haowei’s seemingly lifeless body suddenly moved with lightning speed, grabbing Yu Wuxia’s elbow. A strange black rune swiftly spread from Haowei’s hand into Yu Wuxia’s body.

Yu Wuxia was about to cast a spell against him, but at that moment, Si Lan, who had been immersed in his sorrow, somehow managed to open his tightly clenched hands, revealing a long sword formed from a fragment of Heaven’s Law.

He held the sword and, without hesitation, thrust it into Yu Wuxia’s heart.

Yu Wuxia’s body seemed to split apart, golden light pouring from his chest. He hastily cast a spell, pushing both of them away and stumbling back several steps.

Coughing up blood, he reached for the piece of the sword formed from Heaven’s Law embedded in his chest, his eyes blood-red as he glared at the two standing side by side before him.

“You two…”

Yu Wuxia’s gaze slowly shifted to Haowei. As Haowei stood up, all his wounds and bloodstains vanished. His robe was as white as snow, and his face was strikingly handsome.

Haowei looked at him coldly.

Yu Wuxia couldn’t believe it. “Aren’t you already dead?” He had believed Haowei was dead because the fall of a true dragon, with its divine aura dispersing, would cause mountains to shake and beasts to cry out.

That was why he had dared to reveal his true form.

He had never been certain he could defeat these two, so he had always hidden his true self. Only upon seeing Haowei’s death had he come out, not expecting it to be a setup!

“Yu Wuxia, you’re not the only one who knows how to use illusions.” Haowei spoke as he glanced at Si Lan, a hint of caution in his eyes.

Si Lan smirked, the redness in his eyes not yet faded, still seemingly not fully recovered from the recent sorrow. “We’ll settle this when we get back.”

Haowei had set up an illusion but hadn’t informed him!

It made him almost faint with rage and grief when he saw Haowei injured inside the barrier.

He realized something was wrong when he approached Haowei’s “body” and noticed a small pinky finger, hidden under the bloody, mangled hand, hooking his finger.

At that moment, he understood Haowei wasn’t dead and was deliberately acting.

When Yu Wuxia appeared behind him, Haowei’s little finger hooked again, and Si Lan vaguely understood. He quietly conjured the fragment of Heaven’s Dao into a long sword and hid it in his hand.

Afraid of revealing the truth, he pretended to be in extreme grief, sitting motionless and dazed.

“Alright.” Haowei leaned slightly, whispering in Si Lan’s ear with a magnetic voice, “You can punish me however you want when we get back.”

Si Lan’s ears inexplicably turned red, and he glared at Haowei.

How could a simple sentence be said with such a suggestive tone?

Yu Wuxia, watching the two “flirting” before him, felt blood mist surging in his eyes. He slowly clenched his fingers, trying to stop the bleeding.

The Heaven’s Dao fragment didn’t kill him outright but severely injured him.

He felt his cultivation draining away like quicksand, but the black rune Haowei had introduced into his body prevented him from stopping the bleeding. The two conflicting forces collided within him, causing another wave of nausea.

Haowei looked at him and said, “I once read in my father Taiwei’s writings about the runes you placed on the pentagram formation. Knowing they were used to channel a curse, I guessed you might transfer the formation into someone’s body. When I was fighting those two monsters, I suddenly understood your intent. You intended to use me to kill someone.”

So Haowei played along, pretending to be killed but actually casting an illusion within the formation, making Yu Wuxia think his divine aura had dissipated and the true dragon had fallen.

What he hadn’t anticipated was that Yu Wuxia would transfer the formation into Si Lan’s body instead of Qu Ze’s. Thinking about how Si Lan’s soul had nearly shattered when he entered the formation, Haowei felt a pang of guilt in his heart.

T/N: Hey there! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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