Chapter 499

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Chapter 499: Please Save Me

Master Ronghua.

The Nalan family.

Yin Yang practitioner.

These words together temporarily blocked Nalan Qingshu’s thinking process.

She is indeed from the Nalan family, but she knows very little about this family because her mother never took her back there and never told her anything about the Nalan family’s past. As for the Yin Yang practitioners, she only saw them in ancient books as one of the numerous schools of thought.

The Yin Yang practitioners’ academic mystique is very high, seemingly different and incompatible with traditional Taoism. They should have disappeared in history a long time ago.

Master Ronghua calmly said, "It’s natural that you don’t know. You are a half-demon, not a human. Your mother would never be able to teach you the art of Yin Yang, even if you had excellent talents. Rules cannot be broken."

Nalan Qingshu looked at the raging fire in Qingyang City and murmured, "You are not an Onmyoji, you are obviously a demonic cultivator…"

"There is no good or bad in the art itself; it’s the moral standards of the human world that determine it." Master Ronghua sneered, "From the perspective of demons, I may be evil, but the difference between me and the Mohists is not that great… Wang Ran created chaos in Liu State through his plots, and Yuan Tianjian completely destroyed the existent Ba State. Their methods are much more cruel than mine. I am just seizing the opportunity and using the fire to burn this city."

Nalan Qingshu didn’t want to argue right or wrong; it was meaningless. She just stared at Master Ronghua with bloodshot eyes.

"Is my father’s death related to you?"

"What was the truth of that year?"

Master Ronghua laughed loudly, saying, "Do you think I will tell you?"

"Are you afraid of a dying person?"

"You are not human, you are a Bi Fang." Master Ronghua emphasized, "Nalan Jinghuai must have gone crazy to marry Bi Fang and have a half-demon child. It’s her own fault to end up like this… There is never a long period of peace and safety, and there is no need to guard against thieves every day. She sat in a high position and lost the essence of flexibility. She even abandoned the study of Yin and Yang and cut off ties with her family. Ha…"

The masked person stood up and faced the lotus pond, scooping up a handful of black water from the pond.

"I can talk to you about some topics related to your mother, but you don’t need to know too much about the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom. Knowing too much will only bring you more pain when you leave… Since you have come to Qingyang City, I assume you are prepared to reunite with your parents. Although I don’t like the bloodline in your body, we still have a little bit of kinship. I have seen you a few times when you were young. I allow you to have a peaceful departure."

The water dripped from his fingers, and he nodded slightly.

"Perhaps it’s because of your arrival, tonight’s harvest is greater than usual. Indeed, memories can’t compare to real people… These souls also need genuine emotions. Even if they lose their memory after a thousand times, they still can’t avoid feeling numb and becoming indifferent."

Nalan Qingshu gritted her teeth, wishing she could tear this person’s skin apart.

No matter how much she hated, it turned into a strong sense of powerlessness, making her feel exhausted and weak.

Master Ronghua saw Nalan Qingshu without speaking, but instead started talking non-stop. He hadn’t had someone to talk to in years, so he couldn’t help but express his thoughts.

"Actually, I’m quite curious. Why did you come to Qingyang City three years after your mother left? Nalan Jinghuai must have made many arrangements before her death, even if they were just temporary solutions. It must have left you with some strategies to help you deal with difficult situations. Leaving Qingyang City may not necessarily mean there’s no chance for Bi Fang to regain power."

"You ventured deep into the heartland of Ba State and arrived in Qingyang City, which is known for its dangerous journey. Many lives have been lost along the way. I can’t decide whether to admire your courage or consider you ignorant. Your abilities are far from impressive if you come before me like this. If Bi Fang successfully regains power, even after a few decades, I might just have to bow down to Qingyang City. It’s truly unlike Nalan Jinghuai’s daughter to ignore the hereditary nobles."

"Has the country not been restored?"

"You’re not seeking revenge anymore?"

Master Ronghua, hidden behind a mask, faced little Qingshu, but his words were piercing, as if he wanted to see the expression of remorse on her face.

He referred to himself as an elder in words, but his demeanor showed no sign of such attitude.

The more he admired Nalan Jinghuai, the more he despised and disliked Nalan Qingshu.

Nalan Qingshu tightened her jaw even harder.

She did feel unwilling.

The burdens, obligations, and responsibilities were suffocating her; the mission to restore their country was different from the home in her heart.

Now, she truly felt some hatred.

How could she just die without knowing the truth?

Why was her father killed by the confederacy of vassals, her mother’s hidden past and those things… revenge!

Regardless of whether Master Ronghua was involved in the deaths of her parents, he was responsible for creating a hell for hundreds of thousands of lost souls in Qingyang City, and even after death, they could not find peace, haunted by the painful memories of their bodies burning.

She didn’t want to die.

She was unwilling, reluctant, and unwilling to die at the hands of this enemy.

If she dies, no one will be able to avenge the hundreds of thousands of lost souls who died in misery, and no one will know the truth.

"I saw hatred in your eyes, but more than that, I saw helplessness and reluctance."

"You hate me and want to know the truth, but it’s too late for everything."

"So you might regret it, but it would be meaningless."

"Perhaps what you should consider now is not regret, but fear."

"You couldn’t take revenge, couldn’t find out the truth, and couldn’t even save your own life."

"And all of this is the result of your own choices. You came to Qingyang City alone, hoping for a family reunion, and I will fulfill your wish. This is also a kind of fulfillment."

Master Ronghua taunted with a mocking tone, holding up his mask. "Do you only realize now how precious life is? Unfortunately, it’s too late."

What he said wasn’t meaningless, but a necessary step.

Yin-yang arts are a magical method that connects life and death and understands the balance between them. It has great power and comes with a manual for communicating with Demon Gods and nurturing Demon Gods.

To turn the living into lost souls, one must fill their hearts with a fierce and aggressive spirit.

Ordinary souls are useless if they remain, either they are scattered or sent into the cycle of reincarnation.

It’s rare to come across such a good talent like Nalan Qingshu. It would be a shame not to make good use of her. She came willingly and even asked for death herself. What luck…

Master Ronghua sighed with deep emotion, feeling that it was truly a lucky day.

He thought of Nalan Qingshu. In this illusion, she was still that young girl, which made Master Ronghua feel even more disdainful.

Self-awareness can change one’s appearance and even affect the strength of their abilities. This is the mechanism of this illusion that combines the principles of yin-yang arts. But she always maintains this posture, powerless even to fight back. She keeps talking about her unique beast bloodline, but it only proves that she fully accepts and even submits to her weakness. She believes she is so weak that she has no strength even to swing a fist.

This somewhat disheartened Master Ronghua, finding it boring and uninteresting. He longed to encounter a stronger Bi Fang and was willing to wait ten or twenty years to personally take down this remnant and resolve any potential issues.

The early arrival of the cleanup ruined his three years of anxiety and anticipation. It can’t be said that all his efforts were wasted, but there was a disappointment similar to waiting for a new character or hero to come online for days, only to find out they are ineffective.

Master Ronghua, "Do you have any last words?"

Nalan Qingshu couldn’t say anything.

She floated lightly, like a doll, thrown into a dark lotus pond with a casual hand.

The lotus pond was deep, cold, and bottomless. She tried to move her arms but kept falling down, as if she would fall into the deepest part of the abyss.

Alone, sinking into the deepest part of the abyss, any regrets, anger, sorrow, or guilt would dissolve in this pitch-black darkness where you couldn’t even see your hand in front of you.

The corners of her mouth lifted with bitter self-mockery. In the end, she was just a weak person, just a little girl. Her tiny hand couldn’t grasp anything.

She couldn’t hold onto past happiness, couldn’t hold onto departed loved ones, and even couldn’t hold onto her own life.

What is Bi Fang, what is Zongheng, what is a great cause… I don’t understand those things, I don’t want to understand at all.

I am just someone who has lost everything, I want to go back home, even if it means dying in my homeland.

Why does even such a wish have to be trampled upon?

She reached out her hand, and from deep within, let out a hysterical scream.

…I still don’t want to die…

…I don’t want to die here…

…Someone please come quickly and save me…

Deep in the lotus pond, she couldn’t even scream. All sounds turned into insignificant ripples, slowly spreading out in a circular arc on the surface of the pond.

Master Ronghua sneered dismissively. Nalan Qingshu’s death wasn’t important. What mattered was what she could bring. In a little while, after mastering the art of Yin and Yang, he could return to the realm of the demonic kingdom and retrieve the Yin and Yang family’s precious treasures. Let’s see who would be able to stop him this time…!

He had already thought of those easily obtainable future happinesses, but he neglected the fact that matters of cause and effect are not something that human force can predict. Behind every gift of fate, a price has already been marked.

Inside Qingyang City, a young man’s eyes shimmered with the golden glimmer of power. He could catch a glimpse of the lingering light of burning stars, and the trajectory of the stars in the sky.

The cries from the abyss were like ripples in reality, but they seemed deafening to him.

After waiting for a long time and gathering strength, Qingyang City shook violently, as if shaking the Kunlun Mountains. A golden meteor streaked straight down towards the palace.