Chapter 441
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Chapter 441: I Really Want to Die (2)
He finally understood.
"The rumors are not false."
"The passing of Xuantian Taoist Lord may not be due to luck, nor was it from a surprise attack…"
"It is because the martial artists from the Qiao family truly possess strength that rivals Soul Changing Taoist Lord."
As the Immortal Sect Leader, Blood Lotus Taoist Lord realized this and stopped underestimating the mortal martial artists.
"I see now."
"The martial artists from the Qiao family could indeed bring about a disaster that could destroy the Immortal Gate."
"It is normal that Green Lotus, Golden Lotus, and others couldn’t stop them. Immortal Changqing from the Long Life Gate exaggerated the strength of the Qiao family members not to seek cooperation, but to highlight the threat."
As a prestigious Immortal Sect Leader, once they put aside their underestimation and take things seriously, they wouldn’t make the same simple mistakes again.
Now, they see Qiao Mu and Martial Saint as serious threats to the survival of the sect and are being cautious.
"Let’s first let the martial artists from the Qiao family consume some of the Human Demon’s energy," thought Blood Lotus Sect Leader.
"I will wait until they both get hurt in the fight, then I will step in, suppress them both, and solve this crisis in the martial arts world!"
The leader of the Blood Lotus Sect made up his mind, secretly performing a spell, gradually disappearing into the sky.
Ignoring the destruction of the Blood Lotus Sect below, the cultivators crying in the pool of blood, the rainbow lights fleeing were captured by the three-headed and six-armed Blood Flesh Divine Being and submerged.
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"Ripple Stacking Wave Strength·Fivefold Wave!"
Qiao Mu suddenly threw a punch, unleashing the accumulated powerful True Strength like a flood bursting from a dam.
The chest of the Blood Flesh Divine Being was once again pierced by this immense True Strength, creating a hollow cavity.
But it all ended there.
Hua strength, Long Life Fist Stacking Wave Strength, Heavenly Slashing Swordsmanship, Sound Wave Martial Arts, Eye Sword Technique….
Among several deaths, he had used all his lifelong learning skills one by one, exhausting all the variations of his techniques.
At this moment, the Blood Flesh Divine Being with three heads and six arms had multiple empty holes in its chest, clearly not unharmed.
But it was still not enough.
"The idea is not wrong." Qiao Mu stood on the ground, looking calmly at the massive palm of the Blood Flesh Divine Being slowly pressing down.
"The key to sonic martial arts lies in the divine will, with outstanding effects…"
"If only I could try again… the injuries are piling up."
"No, one try is not enough. Come again twice, come again with more lives——"
Qiao Mu’s thoughts abruptly stopped.
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This Death Assessment: D (a foolish person who is like an ant trying to stop a car~)
Lifespan consumed by death: 100 (1*100) years
Remaining resurrections this week: 0/5
Current age: 5785 years old
Health: 99%
"Finally, the day has arrived."
Many years ago, Qiao Mu had wondered what would happen if he used up all his resurrections within a week.
Driven by the instinct to survive, he never wanted to know the answer, and he had never depleted all his resurrections in over five thousand years.
However, that day eventually came.
Qiao Mu looked down and placed his hand on his chest.
Thump, thump, thump…
His heartbeat started to slightly speed up, feeling the presence of nervousness after a long time.
With no more chances to be revived, would another death mean true death for him?
He had a hundred years left at this moment.
A hundred years may seem very long, longer than most people’s entire lives.
However, in the past few centuries, Qiao Mu had not been able to find a way to deal with the Blood Flesh Divine Being. What difference could another hundred years of contemplating a solution make?
Qiao Mu still felt uncertain.
Ignoring the increasingly bizarre Death Assessment, Qiao Mu continued to ponder the questions on his mind before this impending death.
If…he said if…
After his resurrection this time, he quickly used his amazing light-footed skill to hide nearby for two days.
Although he couldn’t kill the Blood Flesh Divine Being, with Qiao Mu’s unparalleled light-footed skill in Jiu Province and his strong life force, as long as he didn’t confront it head-on, the Blood Flesh Divine Being would probably struggle to kill him.
After two days of hiding, with his resurrection counter reset, he would once again be a fearless hero of the Qiao family.
"Setting aside the facts, purely from a rational perspective, hiding for two days first is a great strategy."
"By then, even facing the Heavenly Slashing Swordsmanship multiple times, there is a good chance to wear down the Blood Flesh Divine Being."
Just a few more resurrections, a few more lives, and he could win!
But would he actually do that?
"Let’s take a step back."
"Save your own life."
"But the martial spirit that has been upheld for over five thousand years will completely collapse!"
After resetting his resurrection count, Qiao Mu once again stood at the edge of a crossroads.
To press forward would mean certain defeat and death.
To step back would mean preserving his life, but his martial spirit would crumble.
This was a dilemma. The Qiao family member’s selfless acts over the years shone like the sun to others, but to Qiao Mu himself, they felt like shackles.
Faced with a formidable enemy, if he shrank from battle, he would no longer be able to face himself. The past glory would become heavy chains weighing on him.
The old Qiao Mu, indulging his whims, paid the price with decades, centuries, and millennia of a long life dream.
The price now might be true death.
So he…
"Wait, am I afraid of dying?"
Qiao Mu had a thought.
The scenery in the dream world began to change.
He found himself back at the entrance of the Blood Lotus Sect, looking up to see the giant hand of the Blood Flesh Divine Being pressing down on him like a small mountain, about to kill him in the next moment.
This was the moment before Qiao Mu’s death.
In the dream world, Qiao Mu had replayed countless battles, experiencing the battlefield in his mind.
However, this time he wasn’t replaying a battle, but tracing his own death.
As he had a thought and continued to remember, it was as if an invisible hand in the dream world was turning the clock backwards, time quietly reversing…
Blood Flesh Divine Being slowly stepped back to the outskirts of Green Lotus Immortal City.
At that moment, Qiao Mu had just unleashed a strike of the "Heavenly Slashing Swordsmanship," marking his previous death.
Continuing to trace back…
Scenes of repeated deaths reappeared in the dream.
Eventually, tracing back to the moment when Qiao Mu used the "Ripple Stacking Wave Strength" to confront Martial Saint in his Ex-human Transformation state and died at Martial Saint’s hands due to interference from a Nascent Soul cultivator.
This was Qiao Mu’s first death in battle.
However, it was not his first death overall.
The river of memory continued to flow backward, the hands of time spun wildly backward…
Finally, in the dream’s imagery, Qiao Mu appeared at the Peach Blossom Villa in Nan Province.
He was in a quiet room with his flesh clone Qiao Xin, then pointed at his temple, pierced it, and later died and came back to life.
This was Qiao Mu’s first chance to come back to life within the last seven days.
Qiao Mu looked at himself in the quiet room from his dream memory, and a thought grew rapidly in his mind like wild grass.
"If at that time I hadn’t used up this chance to come back to life, but used it in this battle with Martial Saint instead."
"Then now, I still have one more chance to come back to life, which means two lives."
"After another two rounds of Heavenly Slashing Swordsmanship, after training in martial arts for a few hundred years, maybe I can really cut off that Blood Flesh Divine Being——"
The thought ended here.
The feeling of regret in his heart was like ink dripping into the calm lake of his heart, spreading out in ripples, and the regret grew gradually stronger.
In reality, Qiao Mu was not a person with a firm character.
As a skilled martial artist, he believed that his mind was not very strong.
As an ordinary person, during the Long Life Dream that lasted for more than five thousand years, he often blamed himself and doubted, spending countless years in mental exhaustion.
Not only compared to Martial Saint, but also compared to many talented martial artists in Jiu Province, even many martial artists ranked third in spiritual refinement, he felt inferior.
Only after endless battles, after the endless Long Life Dream…
He gradually became stronger after going through numerous challenges, reaching where he is now.
Founding Emperor Yan once saw Qiao Mu as a mirror, comparing himself to the shining Qiao family member, the determined old emperor only found success after experiencing setbacks.
However, what he didn’t know was that Qiao Mu endured much more hardship than him in each Long Life Dream.
Now, Qiao Mu once again fell into the swamp of self-doubt.
"Yes, why did I have to come up with such a strange idea to commit suicide back then, wasting a chance to revive, leading to my current situation?"
Qiao Mu, who remembered things very well, naturally recalled his answer.
The answer was to leave a more powerful flesh clone behind, taking on the role of Lord "Qiao Xin" to guard Nan Province Peach Blossom Villa.
But was this really the correct answer?
Yes, and no.
Just like the first day back to school after summer vacation, when a primary school student forgot their summer homework and needed a convincing excuse.
This was indeed a correct answer, but only one of the answers.
Memories replayed in dreams, as Qiao Mu traced back to Nan Province, he imagined different thoughts racing through his mind when considering suicide.
These thoughts were actually insignificant, coming from his subconscious.
Like a passing joke during a conversation, they were not to be taken seriously by anyone.
Wu Qizheng sent a message to Qiao Mu, saying he was leaving Nan Province to go to Western Province to uncover the truth about the Human Demon and settle things with Martial Saint. Before leaving, Qiao Mu decided to "guard the rear" and sacrificed himself.
At that moment, Qiao Mu’s subconscious was thinking…
Death, death, death, death, death, death!
If he truly died at the hands of Martial Saint, using up all his lives and letting Martial Saint consume him repeatedly…
Would he then finally experience true death, no longer trapped in immortality dreams or burdened as a bright member of the Qiao family?
"Deep down, I actually thought…dying at Martial Saint’s hands might be a form of release…"
Upon recalling this obscure thought from his past, Qiao Mu fell silent for a moment.
Perhaps the Long Life Lock had broken, and the Long Life Dream began to stretch out a hundredfold.
Or maybe it began with the Qingming Medicine Valley in Nan Province, a dream spanning a civilization history of two thousand five hundred years, yet unable to overcome the pressure of the small world…
At the age of 5785 in Jiu Province, Qiao Mu, who had experienced countless deaths, suddenly looked back today and discovered the smallest of his subconscious…
"I really wanted to die this time."
Now, he has a hundred years to dissolve the barriers accumulated in his mind and the subtle thoughts emerging from his subconscious.
The dream world turned into a lush green grassland, and Qiao Mu lay half-heartedly on the ground, suddenly feeling a sense of emptiness and loss.
Tired, let it be destroyed quickly.
Memories came flooding back like a tide.
Qiao Mu suddenly remembered when Martial Saint transformed into the Blood Flesh Divine Being.
At that time, Martial Saint, with the appearance of an old monk, turned around, and his wrinkled, thin old face showed signs of age and weariness that were not there on regular days.
He said at the time:
"Under the sky, among the people, there are no immortals or gods, we are all ordinary people!"
"Hey, tell me, will you also grow old?"
