Chapter 18

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Chapter 18: Piercing the Crown, a Million Years of Cultivation

Fengyun Wuji had been semi-conscious before, and in his daze, he heard You Wuxie’s voice calling out ‘Muyue, Muyue’ in his ear, along with murmured tales from the past. It was then that he understood—Muyue was You Wuxie’s disciple and also his cherished son.

As he fully awoke, he found You Wuxie shaking his shoulders, wildly crying out Muyue’s name, having mistaken him for his son in a delirious state.

“You Wuxie, come to your senses. I am Fengyun Wuji, not Muyue,” Fengyun Wuji pushed You Wuxie away, but You Wuxie rushed back, clutching his head, and cried out, “Muyue, don’t leave your father! I only have you as a son. If you leave again, what will I do? That demon is too powerful; you cannot defeat it, do not go!”

Fengyun Wuji reached out to push him away once more, but hesitated, for during his semi-conscious state, You Wuxie’s monologues had revealed his pitiable nature.

With a sigh, Fengyun Wuji withdrew his hand and said, “Look closely, I am not Muyue, I am Fengyun Wuji.”

You Wuxie looked up in surprise, scrutinizing Fengyun Wuji’s face. Just as Fengyun Wuji thought he had regained his senses, You Wuxie grasped his shoulders, anxiously saying, “How could this be? Why do you look so pale? Have you been poisoned by that demon? Fear not, as your father, I will surely cure you.”

Without waiting for a response, You Wuxie positioned Fengyun Wuji facing away, then sat cross-legged, placing one palm on Fengyun Wuji’s back and the other on his crown. Fengyun Wuji, about to resist, realized that even with his Nine Turns of Life and Death Mystery Technique, amplified tenfold, he was no match for the off-guard You Wuxie. A million years of cultivation is not something an ordinary person can withstand, no matter how profound the technique may be.

The surging cold true energy, like a mighty river, poured into Fengyun Wuji’s body, opening hidden acupoints one by one. Originally, the second level of the Nine Turns of Life and Death Mystery Technique, ‘Worse than Death,’ would have kept Fengyun Wuji with a corpse-like complexion for a long time. However, under the impact of a million years of cultivation, Fengyun Wuji’s technique unexpectedly broke through the ‘Worse than Death’ of the second level, the ‘From Death Comes Life’ of the third level, and entered the ‘Neither Life nor Death’ state of the fourth level.

Fengyun Wuji, who had ascended at the age of thirty-three, maintained a thirties appearance, but under the special effect of the Nine Turns of Life and Death Mystery Technique, his black hair moved on its own, growing longer, darker, and shinier. His skin also became fair, and the skin on his face stretched, making his appearance increasingly youthful, returning to the visage of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old.

A sound of something falling to the ground came from behind, and Fengyun Wuji turned his head to see You Wuxie collapsed on the ground, with a wry smile on his face.

“The cultivation I’ve worked hard on for millions of years has been passed on to you like this. Hehe,” You Wuxie spat out a mouthful of blood, but his face became increasingly ruddy, and his eyes changed from fiery red to black, as bright as stars: “This is also a form of retribution. Didn’t you say you wanted to avenge me? Now is the best opportunity.”

Fengyun Wuji remained silent; no matter what, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. From You Wuxie’s demeanor, he was fully awake.

The surging true energy flowed within his body, a thickness that Fengyun Wuji had never dared to imagine, akin to the vast starry sky, boundless.

Seeing You Wuxie continuously spitting blood, Fengyun Wuji reached out a hand, holding You Wuxie’s hand, and the surging true energy flowed into You Wuxie’s body.

You Wuxie coughed and laughed bitterly, “No need, I know my injury can’t be cured. Although I passed on all my cultivation to you when I was a bit confused, how could it not be because I knew I would die and did it? The Lord of Destruction’s cultivation is profound, and even with my million years of hard cultivation, I dare not speak of martial arts in front of him. His divine consciousness attack has put my divine consciousness on the verge of collapse, and this is a certain death. I have cultivated for a million years, and although my cultivation is not seen in the eyes of some super masters, it should not be wasted. You have just come to the ancient times, and the only shortage is cultivation. With the cultivation of a million years, you have some support, at least, you are at the same starting point as most people. With the support of cultivation, I think, your strange martial arts should be able to exert 80% to 100% of their power.”

Seeing Fengyun Wuji still silent, You Wuxie laughed bitterly a few times, struggled to stand up, and staggered out: “Forget it, I was unkind to you and should not have brought you here… You go, although I, You Wuxie, am at the end of my rope, I don’t want anyone to laugh at me.”

“Do you have any last wishes for me to fulfill?” Fengyun Wuji stood alone in the wind, indifferently.

You Wuxie laughed loudly: “Hahaha… Good, you are worthy of being my disciple… I passed on a million years of cultivation to you, and you don’t have to be grateful to me, just kill a high-level demon named Lucifer for me.”

“I will, go…”

“Hehe… I’ll give you a last piece of advice, never provoke the Lord of Destruction, and never think of avenging me… Don’t deny it, you are cold on the outside but warm-hearted… Remember, remember. Destruction is not your enemy, and when you reach the top rank in the future, and can compete with the heroes of the world, think about this question, ‘Why can the Lord of Destruction survive between the two domain lords of the Blade Domain and the Snow Domain, and the two domain lords dare not move him!…’

Fengyun Wuji snorted coldly and said, “Even if it’s not for you, just because of the humiliation he made me suffer, I will not let him go, I Fengyun Wuji always keep my word…”

There was silence behind, Fengyun Wuji turned around and saw the last look of You Wuxie, the Hanchi Demon God:

That tall figure stood firmly between heaven and earth, having lost all his cultivation, his body gradually turned into a pile of flying ash in the wind, disappearing between heaven and earth, without leaving a trace…

Ah!

Fengyun Wuji sighed, looking up at the sky, the sky was full of rolling dark clouds, depressed and desolate. For a while, Fengyun Wuji was confused, and after You Wuxie’s death, he didn’t know where to go for a while. Vaguely, the figure of You Wuxie seemed to appear in the sky, watching him. Fengyun Wuji’s heart was blank, and for a while, he couldn’t tell whether he hated You Wuxie more or was more grateful…