Chapter 63
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Chapter 63
“Little Wu?” Tu Xuixin stomped his foot in frustration, “Why did you go over there? Come back here, quickly!”
Gong Wu didn’t dare linger near the egg. With a thought, the Flower Leopard came bounding on the wind to carry her back.
“Bang!”
Flower Orange collided hard with the invisible barrier, yelping in pain as it tumbled to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop.
“Did you break anything?!” Gong Wu cried out in alarm, clutching her umbrella as she tried to fly toward it, only to be thrown back by the same invisible force. “That hurts!”
“So it’s you,” Tu Xuisheng murmured, his voice low and dazed. “I’ve imagined it thousands, tens of thousands of times—what I would see when the Saint was born.”
“Let me go!” Gong Wu shouted, her anger flaring. “If I’m your Saint, shouldn’t you be obeying me?!”
Tu Xuisheng stared at her unblinkingly, as if everything had suddenly become clear to him.
“Haha, hahahaha!!”
His laughter was wild, almost maniacal, as though his face might tear apart from the force of it. His voice was sharp, piercing, and filled with a madness that sent shivers down the spine.
“It’s heaven’s will—all of this is heaven’s will!!”
“Tu Xuixin, you and I are twin brothers. Neither of us could succeed in our cultivation; we were doomed to never become immortals in this lifetime—”
“You never once, not once, stood by me.”
“You betrayed me to Master Ancestor, forcing me to take my own life and become a ghost—”
“Tu Xuixin, everything that is happening now is what you deserve!! It is all karmic retribution!!”
Sweat poured down Tu Xuixin’s forehead, his arms firmly held by Hua Tingxiao and Ji Yang, fearing he might rush to his death.
“I don’t understand!” he shouted, “My brain isn’t working well!! Please explain better!!”
Ji Yang took a deep breath, feeling the urge to let go at that moment.
Master, can your brain work any faster at a time like this!
“Do you know that the Rebirth Temple not only trades with people but also negotiates with ghosts?” Tu Xuisheng’s eyes brimmed with bloodlust as he spoke bitterly: “After I shape my ghost body, the first thing I will do is go to the Rebirth Temple; I am willing to sacrifice everything to make you regret it!”
“The thing that will make you feel heartbroken with regret for this lifetime, I already took care of several decades ago!”
Tu Xuixin suddenly stood still, an endless wave of fear rising in his heart.
“What… what did you do?”
“The only thing you care about in your life is these three disciples.” Tu Xuisheng smiled mockingly: “Are they just abandoned babies, born to be abandoned?”
Before his words faded, Gong Wu and Ji Yang’s expressions instantly changed.
“You!!”
“What did you do?!”
Tu Xuixin’s face turned pale, blood in his throat.
“Aren’t they orphans?”
“After encountering me, of course, they became orphans.” Tu Xuisheng spoke as if reciting a tender nursery rhyme, familiar with every detail: “Ji Yang, there was once a family living on this mountain.”
“On the earthen walls of that family, there were two willow leaves drawn by your Junior Sister. Do you remember what else was drawn?”
The young man’s lips lost color, his body shaking violently.
“There were two big ducks and one little duck.”
Tu Xuisheng relished his current expression, smiling as he said, “Oh, you thought that was all a dream, didn’t you?”
Long ago, Gong Wu had once opened a secret realm called the Illusory Sea, and Ji Yang had entered it alone, using willow leaves as a token.
He saw his mother Ying Niang, saw his father Shan Lang, living with them as an infant for several months in the Illusory Sea.
So long that he nearly drowned in that dream, unwilling to return.
He always thought it was just a fantasy of the things he had lost since childhood.
But from the very beginning, who gave birth to him, who nourished him—those should not have been blank.
Ji Yang subconsciously loosened his grip on Tu Xuixin, tears streaming down his face.
Tu Xuixin stumbled and knelt down, losing his voice completely.
Gong Wu raised her umbrella at Tu Xuisheng, her voice trembling as she spoke.
“What about me?”
“You killed my parents and threw me onto Night Poison Mountain?”
“I never imagined you would be the ultimate Saint.” Tu Xuisheng looked at her as if viewing a beautiful piece of art: “Your birth parents are not important.”
“Eighteen years ago, I summoned you into existence; covering you with an infant body was always your fated demise.”
His smile suddenly brightened, and he spoke with even more fervor: “So, how does it feel to wake up each time? Isn’t it exceptionally good?”
“You won’t die, you won’t be erased; every time you come back to life, you grow stronger. How many people can dream of such a fortunate life?”
“If I were you, I would think about dying day and night. Within days, I would ascend to immortality. How many would still be able to challenge you?!”
Gong Wu felt a chill run down her spine and raised her hand to strike!
“Don’t move.” In the next moment, the man grasped her throat with one hand and pressed her against the silver eggshell: “Since your whole body is soaked in my ghost blood, you must obey my control. Do you understand?”
The umbrella fell abruptly, unable to respond to her spiritual energy anymore.
“Do you know what you are?”
“Gong Wu, you are the embodiment of endless hatred, known in ancient texts as the vengeful demon.”
“In this world, love can fade, desires can be fulfilled, but only hatred continually intensifies with each death, reborn through slaughter and violence.”
Tu Xuisheng firmly pressed against her vital point, revealing a terrifying ghostly pattern on his face.
Gong Wu struggled hard, but because she was soaked in the egg’s ghost blood, she couldn’t muster any spiritual energy.
She was now no different from any other teenage girl.
Qin Cujiu shouted for everyone to stop being reckless, commanding the crowd to attack.
In the next moment, hundreds of black-robed followers wielded swords, clashing fiercely with overwhelming aggression.
“Good job,” Tu Xuisheng said with satisfaction, “The more people die, the more blood is shed.”
He violently shoved Gong Wu back into the egg, murmuring continuously.
“With such a remarkable death wheel, it’s a pity to have your dull Child-like mind; I’d rather refine you completely and return you to me.”
“Do you know? The Soul-Melting Furnace of the Southern Demon’s Gate is buried beneath this egg.” Tu Xuisheng blew a breath near her ear: “I have prepared the hellfire long ago.”
If he could summon the world-destroying Saint, he would serve him faithfully, willingly sacrificing his life.
If this Saint was unworthy, then he would take his place.
Gong Wu was nearly suffocated, unable to resist this madman in front of her.
She felt unwilling; she could not be turned into elixirs; she could not die.
Senior Brother, Master, Senior Sister, Master Ancestor!!
The light seam opened by the tip of the umbrella and all the sounds and images around her began to blur and fade uncontrollably.
At the moment the hellfire surged from the depths of the underworld, Gong Wu’s pupils widened uncontrollably, feeling her soul beginning to separate and melt away.
Before her consciousness scattered completely, she heard Hu Fengyu’s voice echoing in her ear.
“You are not afraid of death; that is indeed good.”
“But you fear one thing.”
“A cage.”
“Whether it’s rebirth or refining in fierce flames.” The man looked at her with pity in his eyes: “You are not much different from a fox.”
Her soul consciousness completely vanished.
Meanwhile, chaos erupted inside and outside the hall as fighting ensued.
In front of everyone, the egg and the girl were being devoured and melted, akin to ice and snow dissolving into water.
From the depths underground, a corner of the Soul-Melting Furnace emerged, and as the fragments of the eggshell disappeared, its edges became increasingly distinct.
“Attack the barrier first!!” commanded Hao Chengzi: “We must not allow him to refine that vengeful demon elixir!!”
Responses echoed from all directions, but the black robes counterattacked like a swarm of locusts, determined not to let anyone approach the Saint.
The troops of the Southern Abyss, long under the command of Tu Xuisheng, surged from the ground like a ghostly army, making the already crowded layers even more packed.
Ji Yang fought fiercely, his long hair disheveled, his temples and cheeks stained with blood, nearly consumed by intense hatred.
Amidst the chaos, Tu Xuixin desperately grabbed his hand, shouting over the cacophony of battle cries.
“Subei, Subei!!”
“Sever your emotions now, and achieve enlightenment instantly!!”
“Only through enlightenment can you save her—”
The young man paused, softly agreeing.
Love, evil, joy, desire, sorrow, anger, fear.
With the severance of all seven feelings, he relied on a single thought.
In an instant, Tu Xuixin heard something shattering around him.
His eyes widened as he saw Ji Yang radiating a brilliant blue-gold light.
Hua Tingxiao, who was fiercely battling in the northwest, was also stunned, his gaze drawn to the dazzling light amidst the crowd.
“That kid, that kid, he directly—ascended from the Opening Sun Realm to the Heavenly Authority stage?!”
That was a level he and Tu Xuixin had never reached, despite countless attempts at cultivation!!
At this point, he was merely a step away from ascending to immortality!!!
Tu Xuisheng stood within the barrier, shaking his head slightly.
“Just a cornered beast struggling.”
“Today, I lured you here; in terms of numbers and strength, none are my match.”
Once he annihilated these righteous individuals and refined more blood elixirs, the Wuxuan Sect could grow even stronger.
Very good.
Just then, the woven sacred tapestry suddenly burst into flames.
Tu Xuisheng turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with panic and alertness: “Who is it?!”
He had clearly set up a barrier impervious to water and fire—who was starting a fire?—
Everyone looked up simultaneously to see the roof suddenly shattered, as two great righteous immortals descended at the same time.
One was a Sword Immortal, encircled by dozens of exquisite immortal swords, his features bearing a resemblance to Ji Yang.
The other was a nine-tailed fox, draped in radiant light, howling as it charged forward, its claws tearing through the closed barrier in front of the Soul-Melting Furnace!
As the sword formation unfolded, the well-trained enemy lines were swiftly broken, causing even more chaos among the ranks.
“There’s still hope, there’s still hope!!” Tu Xuixin shielded himself from poison arrows with his back, exerting himself, “Subei, quickly save Little Wu!! We must bring her back!!”
“It’s too late, it’s too late—” Cheng Ji cried out in despair, as if he had glimpsed something from high up: “Little Wu!! Come back!!”
At that very moment, a sizzling sound emanated from the hellfire within the Soul-Melting Furnace, indicating that the refining process was nearing completion.
Ji Yang hurled himself and the qilin fan against the breach in the barrier, forcefully tossing the Qiongjin bottle his master had entrusted to him into the furnace.
Please, stay. For the first time, he felt the urge to beg someone.
Little Wu, I beg you to stay, even if it means I must give my life for yours.
