Chapter 76: Phoenix Nirvana
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Medicine King’s Valley, Little White Mice Breeding Center.
Yue Wuhuan was conscientiously cleaning their cages, changing their food, and checking the health of each mouse. Over the years, in order to get the special mice that Song Qingshi wanted, he put aside the breeding ideas written down in the materials and tried using a combination of pills and magical arrays to achieve the desired effect. He failed many times but finally found a suitable method. There was now one special mouse that was pregnant. The likelihood of it giving birth to more special mouse babies was very high. This would enable them to form a stable production of this mouse.
This batch of little white mouse babies will be his engagement gift to Song Qingshi.
Yue Wuhuan wished he could stay in the breeding house for the entire twenty-four hours in a day, taking care of this pregnant mouse, so as to prevent any mishaps.
Suddenly, the door of the breeding house opened.
Yue Wuhuan froze. There were several mice breeding centers in the Medicine King’s Valley. Most of them were of ordinary mice that were taken care of by the apprentices. This room engaged in special mice breeding was listed as off-limits. It was strictly disinfected and kept clean. Only he, Song Qingshi and Qing Luan were allowed to come in.
Song Qingshi was away.
Qing Luan would never push the door open in such a noisy manner.
There had been no movement in the Poisonous Fog Formation and the barrier enchantment. The Blood King Vine he had placed in a hidden spot hadn’t responded, not having detected the presence of the intruder.
In the immortal realm, such things represented the coming of danger.
A terrifying gaze was cast Yue Wuhuan’s way. The intruder indifferently sized him up, as though looking at a beautiful prey that was about to die. He whistled frivolously…
Yue Wuhuan conducted strict disinfection whenever he entered the breeding center. Not only did he wear a white robe, he also placed the golden mask on the shelf outside. Now, the danger had come silently, and he was unprepared. It was too late to mobilize the Cold Jade Technique and use the toxins to cover his features. He could only raise his head, revealing his clear face. He asked softly, “Can you go out?”
In front of him was an unfamiliar cultivator. Tall, handsome and imposing, he wore garments of golden feathers and black jade. He carried on him countless magical instruments, and around his waist was a sword with roving divine light. He was extraordinary. He looked at Yue Wuhuan as though he was an amusing joke. He suddenly released an immense amount of pressure. Waves of killing intent swept before him, trying to force to his knees this Foundation Building cultivator who knew not the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth.
This was a Fen Shen cultivator.
Yue Wuhuan could hardly stand firm. The mice beside him were affected by the pressure’s effects, making them cry out shrilly in pain.
These were Song Qingshi’s most precious little white mice. They mustn’t be harmed.
Yue Wuhuan hurriedly placed a barrier enchantment around the cages, begging, “Please don’t kill me here. It will dirty this place. Let us go out before you kill me.”
The Fen Shen cultivator was a little surprised when he saw him using all his willpower to hold on, refusing to kneel. He then saw the mice protected by the enchantment and his brows furrowed in disgust. With a snap of his fingers, several wind blades directly tore opened the roof and destroyed the walls. Dust flew up and rubble fell one after another, smashing onto the cages and experiment equipment. Hundreds of mice died and hundreds fled. Years of their heart's blood were destroyed in an instant.
Yue Wuhuan held firmly the cage containing the pregnant mouse, blocking all attacks.
His hair crown was smashed, long fine black hair spread out. His meridians were all injured because of the mighty pressure of his resistance. A trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth…
Yue Wuhuan sat on the ground, looking at the scene before him in disbelief.
“Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhao Ye. Perhaps you know me by Yuan Yang Xianzun?” The man who claimed to be Zhao Ye stepped forward. He violently snatched the mouse cage from his arms and placed it on his fingertips, looking at it. He said in disgust, “What kind of dog-shit toy is this? So dirty.”
He threw the cage into the air and released several wind blades, tearing it to pieces. He then admired Yue Wuhuan’s shocked expression. One-handedly, he set off a magical burst. Raging fire ignited, burning away all the blood and corpses. He said with a smile, “Can you look at me now?”
With much difficulty, Yue Wuhuan shifted his gaze to him and said vigilantly, “Yuan Yang Xianzun closed his death gate eight hundred years ago. Who are you? What hatred do you have towards the Medicine King’s Valley?”
If a breakthrough seems hopeless for a cultivator, he may try to close the death door. Unless he dies or ascends, he would never leave. Books in the Medicine King’s Valley have recorded the achievements of the cultivator, Yuan Yang. He was a very determined Fen Shen cultivator. In order to break past his cultivation base, he has closed his death gate for many years. It was said that he had passed away a long time ago. How could he leave before he has managed to breakthrough? And on top of that, come looking for himself who was a total stranger?
“Haha, eight hundred years? I told them this body had a weird smell. It was even growing mushrooms. I almost thought it was a zongzi,” Zhao Ye laughed. “I will re-introduce myself. I am Space-Time Tasker #081, having just returned from the wild world, I received a last-minute task from the system to clean up the trouble caused by the rookie.”
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It wanted to obtain Yue Wuhuan’s despair.
Zhao Ye would occasionally receive such tasks with additional conditions, and the rewards were extremely generous.
The mission this time was so simple, it was like going on a vacation.
“The tasker who saved you was called Song Qingshi? I have never seen such a stupid rookie,” Zhao Ye squatted down and grumbled with a smile on his face, “Novice missions have a difficulty safeguard. It’s super easy. He was just supposed to rescue the protagonist shou. How did he end up rescuing you, this cannon fodder?”
Yue Wuhuan sobered up from the agony caused by the destruction of the breeding room. He revealed just the right amount of fear, and grasped the key point. He carefully asked, “What is a protagonist shou?”
Zhao Ye said, “Bai Zihao, he is this world’s son of destiny.”
Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, and then asked, “And me?”
“You’re someone who was supposed to die,” Mentioning the rookie, Zhao Ye hated iron for not becoming steel. “There must be something wrong with that rookie’s brain. Even if the protagonist shou weren’t kindhearted, he should at least be pure in body. He shouldn’t have been f*cked by a man yet, right? How could he mistake him for filthy, horny trash like you?”
Yue Wuhuan trembled slightly.
Zhao Ye saw his fear and struck while the iron was hot, continuing to humiliate him. He vividly described the interesting scenes in the book. Bai Zihao saw the spectacle of him catering to the guests of the manor. Those unbearable poses, those wanton words, and then seeing his shameful expression…He sighed with feeling, “You truly are depraved.”
But, this cheap good was really beautiful.
Zhao Ye has also done this kind of task before. What he liked was the protagonist shou type, clean and lovable, simple and easy to coax, easily embarrassed. He just needs to save the other party from devil’s clutches, face-slap the vicious villain, and then pamper him sweetly in his palm. They’ll be happily rolling between the sheets. He’ll let him spend his life happily, and he’ll get a high score at the end of the mission.
He didn’t like Yue Wuhuan’s debauch kind of beauty. But, looking at the beautiful teardrop mole under his phoenix eyes, the luxurious and gorgeous facial features, and that slender waist…He felt a little itch in his heart. Even without the additional task, he would have wanted to ruthlessly bully him for a while, until he pushes him into the abyss of despair, and then he’ll kill him off. He didn’t conceal the matter regarding his mission, because he saw the pride in his bones from the opponent’s unyielding character. He wanted to deprive him of everything he had, destroy everything he cared about… and then after all that, kill him.
He skillfully humiliated him with each line he delivered. He sought out the weakness in the other party’s heart.
Yue Wuhuan’s only response was, “I don’t believe it.”
How could he possibly believe such an outrageous thing?
Zhao Ye had been prepared long ago. When he took on the additional task, he downloaded the rookie’s information, and now it came in handy as he revealed it to Yue Wuhuan using the water curtain technique.
In the water curtain technique, the scene of when Song Qingshi accepted the task from the system appeared. Although he has been sick for many years, his entire body was thin and out of shape, not the least bit good-looking, with hair cut short and wearing weird clothes, Yue Wuhuan still recognized those clearest of eyes. This was the young man he liked…
Song Qingshi was in a strange space, swearing to a strange sphere “I have read tens of thousands of books and they’re all imprinted in my memory. I am knowledgeable in medicine and nursing and have taken elective courses in psychology, which will allow me to solve the protagonist shou’s physical and mental issues. Moreover…I…I am very experienced in love…I love communicating with others. I can ab-absolutely complete this mission!”
…
Yue Wuhuan’s eyes opened wide. He was completely stunned. After a long while, the water curtain technique disappeared. He finally came back to his senses, and begged in a panic, “I don’t believe it. I want to see Qingshi. I want to ask him! ”
“You can’t see him anymore,” With a smile, Zhao Ye said the cruelest words, “He made a huge mistake and failed the mission. He’s been caught and brought back for punishment.”
Yue Wuhuan was surprised, “What punishment?”
“I failed once before and had my memory wiped, so I forgot what the punishment was. It should be something terrible,” Zhao Ye thought about it, but he couldn’t remember it. He smiled and said, “Don’t think about it anymore. He won’t be coming back to save you. You’re better off begging me. I might just be merciful and leave you with your life.”
From the book given to him by the system, Yue Wuhuan was a dissolute brainless flower-vase beauty. A mortal with a bad physique for cultivation, so his Foundation Building cultivation base must have been achieved by stuffing him with pills. Now that Song Qingshi has been taken away, he was just an ant that could be easily crushed to death with a single finger. He simply wasn’t worth the effort. On the other hand, those tricks in bed mentioned in the book were very interesting. He also wanted to see if this cannon fodder’s ability to serve in bed was as captivating as the book described. If he were to serve him well, he wouldn’t mind coaxing him, letting him live a few more days, and then killing him when he gets tired of playing with him.
Yue Wuhuan lowered his head, and tremblingly said, “I beg Xianzun for mercy…”
The fire in the breeding room was about to burn out, leaving countless black ash and sparks dancing in the wind.
Zhao Ye came over, lifted Yue Wuhuan’s face by his chin. He said ambiguously, “That depends on your performance.”
Yue Wuhuan momentarily froze. He then tremblingly stretched his fingers to the belt of Zhao Ye’s garment.
As soon as he touched it, he was caught by Zhao Ye. His hands were caught in his palms as Zhao Ye looked at them. Zhao Ye couldn’t help but praise, “These are a pair of really beautiful hands. Best suited for serving a man. It’s a pity that there are a few calluses on them. You should have taken care of them better.”
He liked to play with the hands of beauties the most. Yue Wuhuan had the most beautiful hands he had ever seen in his life. These hands alone were worth playing with for half a month.
Yue Wuhuan’s trembling was getting stronger and stronger. He gently withdrew his hands and after expending a lot of effort, finally, untied his belt, undoing the defensive formation of his vestment. He then looked at Zhao Ye with beseeching eyes. Speaking very gently but carrying with it a bit of the stimulation of desire, “Wuhuan has lots of fancy tricks. I will definitely be able to serve Xianzun to the fullest…”
It was such a nice voice. It must be even more seductive when he uses it to cry out in bed.
Zhao Ye stretched out his hand, thinking of sampling this devastating beauty.
With a smile, Yue Wuhuan took two steps back, “No need to rush.”
Suddenly, countless fiery red vines appeared on the ground, frantically wrapping around Zhao Ye’s body.
Zhao Ye realized that the little mouse still wanted to resist, but in the face of overwhelming power, what use was using tricks to take off his vestments? He sneered, and easily tore the vines apart. The vines fell into the fire and burned, emitted a lot of sparks. Immediately more Blood King Vines surged up, trying to block from chasing after Yue Wuhuan. But it was in vain. He walked step by step towards the struggling cannon fodder. He sneered, “I wanted to be gentle, but unfortunately you don’t know how to appreciate my kindness.”
Yue Wuhuan stepped back slowly, looking very pitiful. Clutching his neckline tightly, those beautiful phoenix eyes were full of entreaties, but he didn’t utter a single word. It was enough to arouse a man’s sadistic desires.
Zhao Ye became more and more excited. He didn’t pay attention to the situation behind him. From the burning flames of the Blood King Vine, a beautiful golden red butterfly flew out, pretending to mix in with the sparks dancing in the wind. It quietly landed on Zhao Ye’s neck. It instantly paralyzed him, injecting its poison. Zhao Ye’s powerful body began to rapidly decay. His limbs began to crumble piece by piece…
Yue Wuhuan stood up straight. The “pitiful” on his face disappeared, replaced by a bloodthirsty crazy smile.
Zhao Ye finally realized that he was not the brainless beauty written in the data. All the fear and timidity were an act, breaking down his defenses, shattering his guard. By the final blow, it was already too late.
The Nirvana Butterfly finally found a test subject.
“Xianzun, do you like this trick?”
“Xianzun, are you enjoying yourself?”
“Xianzun…”
Yue Wuhuan’s body was still trembling slightly. He looked at the pieces of flesh with its foul-smelling black water on the ground. There was no pity in his eyes, only disgust. He carefully avoided the dirty things, and placed this sinful soul into a specially-made soul lamp. He smiled and said, “I originally had this soul lamp made for Qingshi. Unfortunately, you’ve already soiled it. I don’t want it anymore.”
Zhao Ye’s soul rammed against the soul lamp in vain, wanting to rush out and kill this lunatic.
“Many of the things Qingshi did and said were incongruous with this world. He didn’t try very hard to conceal it,” Yue Wuhuan held the soul lamp and said softly, “I already knew early on that he was not a person of this world. I just didn’t dare ask… I was afraid he would disappear if I did. So I customized this lamp. If he were to leave this world, I would snatch him back and have him stay with me forever… I would treat his soul very tenderly. I would never hurt him.”
Feeling it might be a bit inappropriate, he hesitantly asked Zhao Ye, “Is this pathological?”
Zhao Ye was trapped in the soul lamp and wanted to curse eighteen generations of this madman’s ancestors.
The enchantment of the Nether secret realm cut off his interactions with the Phoenix Blood, but at this time, Song Qingshi should have already come out.
Yue Wuhuan started biting his nails, biting them until a fine trail of blood began to ooze. He was trying to calm down but the pain could not calm his anxiety. Instead, he became more and more irritable. He angrily tore this hateful soul to pieces, and then re-constructed it again. “Give Qingshi back to me! He’s mine!”
He was familiar with how to torture a soul. He tore it apart again and again, and then reformed it again and again.
Zhao Ye almost collapsed from the pain. His soul was constantly weakened until he sunk into a mindless state and a hole appeared.
Yue Wuhuan took this opportunity to invade his soul and directly checked his memory.
But, he hadn’t lied…
This unthinkable thing was true. Song Qingshi accepted the system’s mission to save the protagonist shou of the book, Bai Zihao, but… somehow, he mistakenly saved himself and caused the mission to fail. Those who failed their mission needed to return to the system space, accept punishment and have their memory wiped… and then start a new mission.
He couldn’t find where the system was…
He couldn’t find where Song Qingshi was…
Yue Wuhuan was extremely terrified. He used his fingers and scratched bloody marks on his wrists, desperately trying to convince himself not to be afraid.
Qingshi liked him.
Qingshi promised that when the special mice were bred, they would be Daoist companions. But, but what about the mice?
Yue Wuhuan turned his head hesitantly, looking at the burning ruins everywhere. He rushed in desperately, heedless of the scalding heat. He desperately broke open the crumbling wall, trying to find the little white mice that were still alive and Qingshi’s research notes on the little white mice.
His hands were scalded with numerous blisters. He got burns everywhere. But no matter where he looked, he was disappointed again and again.
In his heart, there suddenly came a premonition like the coming of end days.
His little white mice were gone…
Was his Daoist companion gone too?
Happiness was, in the end, just flowers in a mirror and the moon reflected in the lake. He had just been carried away by his own wishful thinking.
Yue Wuhuan suddenly remembered something. He took out Song Qingshi’s life card from the mustard seed bag. The life card was covered with cracks and was about to break. He brought out lots of materials, trying to protect this life card, trying to curb its collapse. But there were more and more cracks, growing bigger and bigger…
The Emotion Locking Gu on his neck couldn’t hold against the despair, and finally backlashed.
The sealed away love surged violently, engulfing everything, smashing the spider silk threads maintaining his reason.
The amount of love he has, was the amount of despair he has.
Yue Wuhuan was holding the almost shattered life card. He couldn’t stand steady and slipped into sitting among the ruins. He suddenly felt a dampness at the corners of his eyes. Strange drops of water fell on the scorched earth. Was it raining? He reached out and touched the wetness, then put it in his mouth and tasted it. The bitterness was almost unbearable… Was this his tears?
He still had tears?
How truly ridiculous…
Yue Wuhuan’s breathing was going chaotic, becoming more and more rapid, until he couldn’t get air into his lungs. His heart was constantly twitching and hurting more and more. His mind was sinking into confusion, gradually losing its ability to think. He knew that he was about to collapse. He knew that he had to believe in Qingshi. He had to wait for Qingshi. He couldn’t let his imagination continue to run wild. But the truths from Zhao Ye’s soul, continued to appear before his eyes. Even if he wanted to ignore it, he just couldn’t.
Song Qingshi submitted the wrong answer to the problem. He saved the wrong person, directed his gentleness to the wrong person.
Bai Zihao was the correct answer, he was the wrong answer.
What was Song Qing’s attitude towards mistakes?
The Grand Master’s mistakes, he seriously amended…
When he made a mistake in making friends, he ruthlessly abandoned…
The mistaken Dao Heart, he decisively destroyed…
Now, he has become a mistake…
Yue Wuhuan clutched his head, his teeth rattled. He let out a terrifying and desperate sound. He couldn’t continue thinking.
He slowly curled up in the darkness, trembling uncontrollably. He desperately grasped his hands, scratching them into a bloody mess. He wanted to scratch away all the skin on his hands. He didn’t want these beautiful hands that were suited to serving men. He didn’t want his body, he didn’t want his face, he didn’t want his hair, he didn’t want his eyes. Destroy everything…
Yue Wuhuan was a vicious lunatic. His body was unclean. His heart was not kind. He couldn’t be the pure and lovable protagonist shou who was pitied by everyone.
Therefore, he was a mistake. He did not have the qualifications to be saved.
“Qingshi, don’t give up on me…”
It was early in the morning by the time An Long arrived at the Medicine King’s Valley. He found that the enchantment barrier was broken and the Poisonous Fog Formation had been forcibly shut down. Everyone in the Medicine King’s Valley was placed under a sleep spell. They had fallen asleep everywhere, in complete disarray.
The Medicine King’s Valley became a treasure house with its doors thrown open for thieves to plunder.
Fortunately, the news hadn’t spread far, and not many people have come.
An Long released enough Gu’s to blot out the sky and cover the earth. They immediately swallowed alive two demon cultivators. The others fled in fright. He looked around with his mental probe and finally determined Yue Wuhuan’s location. His brows furrowed in a frown, the feeling of wrongness grew stronger. Concealing his aura, he made his way to him. What he was met with was the sight of burning ruins. Yue Wuhuan was curled up in the shadow of the ruins. A Foundation Building thief, holding a scimitar in his hand, was quietly approaching him, obviously taking advantage of his inattention to kill him and plunder the place…
He raised the scimitar and with a boundless killing intent, slashed towards his neck.
Yue Wuhuan put up no resistance.
An Long picked up a random stone and shot it, instantly shooting through the thief’s head. He strode over to see what the lunatic was up to. However, when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he was stunned…
Overnight, Yue Wuhuan’s black hair had turned white. His face and body, were covered in bloody dripping wounds. All his nails were cracked from scratching, and in the gaps were blood. His peerless beauty was completely gone, but he felt no agony. He was still scratching the skins on his arms, tearing the flesh, as though he wanted to destroy himself completely. Only the ragged, practically shattered life card in his arms, was cherished with the greatest care.
An Long couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed his hand, trying to stop this terrifying self-mutilation. However, the auditory hallucinations in his mind reappeared, struggling to produce a faint voice, trying rouse his desire to kill.
“Kill him, kill him…”
“Kill him, kill him…”
“He took away the person you like…”
“It was he who caused you to fall into the abyss…”
“…”
An Long grabbed Yue Wuhuan by the collar. He dragged him out of the shadows, and threw him into the sunlight. “Stand up! The way you look, I’ve lost any interest in killing you!”
Guarding the life card, Yue Wuhuan fell to the ground without any resistance. Even in the presence of monstrous killing intent, with a hated enemy was by his side, he could neither hear nor see it.
This person was now a complete waste.
Although An Long hated Yue Wuhuan deeply, he still had to admit that he was a beauty to shock the world and arouse hopeless envy. He was an unparalleled talents and was a good opponent. Now, seeing him completely ruining himself, for some reason, the hatred in his heart dissipated, replaced by emptiness and loneliness. He felt slightly at a loss.
He tried to bring Yue Wuhuan back to his senses. “Do you know that Qingshi has disappeared?”
Yue Wuhuan’s eyes moved slightly.
An Long detected the change and continued to provoke him, “I saw him being taken away by a strange space. Do you know what that was?”
He continued to ask several times.
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But, Yue Wuhuan didn’t.
He was no different from a corpse save for breathing.
“Have you gone crazy enough yet?!” An Long ran out of patience and finally got angry. He lifted up Yue Wuhuan and wanted to lay a couple of punches to see if he could wake up. But looking at the wounds all over his body, he didn’t know where he could land his punches. Finally, he deflated. He mocked, “Qingshi’s so unlucky. When he made friends, it wasn’t with a normal person. When he fell in love, it wasn’t with a normal person. He invested so much in you for nothing and he died for nothing…”
Yue Wuhuan held his life card tightly and said nothing.
In the immortal realm, a life card this damaged meant death.
“Qingshi’s Heartless Dao Heart was about to break, my demon nature was out of control. If he didn’t kill me, you would definitely die by my hands,” An Long was not interested in explaining the auditory hallucinations in his mind, and he didn’t want to shirk the malice in his heart, the wrongs that he did. He and Song Qingshi had known each other for many years; he understood his thinking somewhat, and he deduced, “He wasn’t sure he would be able to kill me, so he didn’t dare tell you. He moved the battle away from the Medicine King Valley… He didn’t want to die in front of you, for fear that you would see him and it would provoke your condition.”
“Ha, he couldn’t bear to hurt you even in death…”
“The last thing he told me before he disappeared was to not kill you…”
“Yue Wuhuan! Stand up!”
“I killed Qingshi! Come and avenge him!”
“Where’s your poison? Where’s your sword? Where’s your Blood King Vine? Come on!”
Yue Wuhuan heard ‘Blood King Vine’ and finally had a reaction. “Luck…”
An Long was at a loss. “What luck?”
Yue Wuhuan said no more. After a long while, he slowly stood up, and pushed An Long away. He dragged his dying dilapidated body, his body with mottled bloodstains, and stumbled away from the Medicine King’s Valley.
Qingshi once said, ‘In dire straits, luck will come.’
He was going to the land of luck…
…
An Long checked his physical condition and knew that he would not live long, so he didn’t try to stop him. In disappointment, he sat slumped under a broken wall, looking at the dusky sky. He took out the jug of wine from the mustard seed bag. He drank fiercely, and laughed at himself. “In the end, just what was all this?”
The voice in his head was growing weaker and weaker. With a buzzing noise, it still chattered endlessly:
“Don’t let him go!”
“Kill him quickly! Kill him, kill him!”
“Letting him go will be unfavorable to you!”
An Long said in a low voice, “Qingshi said, I will regret killing him.”
The voice in his mind quickly refuted:
“He was lying to you!”
“You two are irreconcilable! You will fight each other to your last gasp!”
“Hurry up and kill him! Kill him! Kill him!”
“Twice, I killed Qingshi twice!” An Long ruthlessly smashed the wine pot. He supported his aching forehead with his hand. With a sinister smile, he said, “He didn’t love me, but he has never deceived my feelings. He would rather die than lie to me!”
“You are the liar! So just shut up!”
The voice in his head abruptly stopped.
…
The Inextinguishable Peak, the raging inferno that could burn one’s very soul, so hot that it was difficult to approach by even half a step.
Such a place of death was actually his only lucky place.
Lightning flashed and thunder resounded in the sky, as though snarling. Torrential rain poured down. Fierce gales blew violently, felling giant trees. It seemed desperate to obstruct his actions.
There were so many coincidences in the world.
Yue Wuhuan couldn’t help but smile, without the slightest hesitation, he once again jumped into the Inextinguishable Peak, jumped into the desperate straits of death. The same strange wind came blowing. It wanted to blow him into the crevice to the side. This time, he chose to reject this life-saving coincidence…
Finally, he fell into the sea of flames.
Skin, hair, flesh, blood and bones… all the filth and brokenness were burned, his weak mortal meridians were destroyed. He willingly suffered the most extreme pain, like he was staying in the happiest pure land. The phoenix birthmark on his back was affected by this joy, and it finally spread its wings, releasing his soul from the confinement of his body, fusing together with the raging fire.
Phoenix Nirvana, towards death and rebirth.
The most flawless flame in the world reunited into the most perfect body, the most gorgeous beauty on heaven and earth. He walked out of the ashes step by step, noble and powerful, above all profanity. Only the blood-red teardrop mole at the corner of his eye remained tenaciously in place, adding a bit of the color of desire to this holiness, like a god stained with a dark aura from falling into the abyss.
The flames of the Inextinguishable Peak disappeared. The barrier opened. The earth quaked and the mountain shook. Rocks scattered one after another, and a gorgeous palace rose up bit by bit. The steps were made of white jade, every place was inlaid with Night-luminescent Pearl. The gardens were carved from jadeite and all kinds of precious gems. Phoenix trees were planted everywhere. Right in the middle of the palace, there was a tower forged from gold, reaching through the clouds…
He put on a gorgeous brocade robe, sat on the high throne, and stared coldly at the sky.
The dark clouds dissipated indignantly, and the thunder disappeared unwillingly. Even though it was Heavenly law, it couldn’t provoke this power originating from the most ancient divinity. It could only temporarily retreat.
Sensing the aura of the king, birds, immortal and yao, flew excitedly from all directions towards the Inextinguishable Peak.
The pair of Biyiniao landed and turned into a pair of delicate young girls. They piously crept on either sides of the throne and prostrated themselves in obeisance. Bi Fang, Black Birds, Dapeng, Peacocks… Countless birds lower their proud heads. This was a submission ingrained in their very blood and bone, an inborn faith. They were willing to do anything for their most noble king.
“Shenjun, what is it that you wish?”
The god on the throne gently covered his nose. He felt that the air was too foul to breathe in.
This world needed to be cleaned thoroughly. All the nauseating and filthy garbage needed to be disposed. He needed to destroy that dirty name, destroy the hateful past, destroy the wrong answer…
“I want foul winds and a rain of blood, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood…”
“I want to be the existence that everyone fears…”
“I want that from now on… there will no longer be a Yue Wuhuan in the world…”
Chapter 76: Phoenix Nirvana
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Medicine King’s Valley, Little White Mice Breeding Center.
Yue Wuhuan was conscientiously cleaning their cages, changing their food, and checking the health of each mouse. Over the years, in order to get the special mice that Song Qingshi wanted, he put aside the breeding ideas written down in the materials and tried using a combination of pills and magical arrays to achieve the desired effect. He failed many times but finally found a suitable method. There was now one special mouse that was pregnant. The likelihood of it giving birth to more special mouse babies was very high. This would enable them to form a stable production of this mouse.
This batch of little white mouse babies will be his engagement gift to Song Qingshi.
Yue Wuhuan wished he could stay in the breeding house for the entire twenty-four hours in a day, taking care of this pregnant mouse, so as to prevent any mishaps.
Suddenly, the door of the breeding house opened.
Yue Wuhuan froze. There were several mice breeding centers in the Medicine King’s Valley. Most of them were of ordinary mice that were taken care of by the apprentices. This room engaged in special mice breeding was listed as off-limits. It was strictly disinfected and kept clean. Only he, Song Qingshi and Qing Luan were allowed to come in.
Song Qingshi was away.
Qing Luan would never push the door open in such a noisy manner.
There had been no movement in the Poisonous Fog Formation and the barrier enchantment. The Blood King Vine he had placed in a hidden spot hadn’t responded, not having detected the presence of the intruder.
In the immortal realm, such things represented the coming of danger.
A terrifying gaze was cast Yue Wuhuan’s way. The intruder indifferently sized him up, as though looking at a beautiful prey that was about to die. He whistled frivolously…
Yue Wuhuan conducted strict disinfection whenever he entered the breeding center. Not only did he wear a white robe, he also placed the golden mask on the shelf outside. Now, the danger had come silently, and he was unprepared. It was too late to mobilize the Cold Jade Technique and use the toxins to cover his features. He could only raise his head, revealing his clear face. He asked softly, “Can you go out?”
In front of him was an unfamiliar cultivator. Tall, handsome and imposing, he wore garments of golden feathers and black jade. He carried on him countless magical instruments, and around his waist was a sword with roving divine light. He was extraordinary. He looked at Yue Wuhuan as though he was an amusing joke. He suddenly released an immense amount of pressure. Waves of killing intent swept before him, trying to force to his knees this Foundation Building cultivator who knew not the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth.
This was a Fen Shen cultivator.
Yue Wuhuan could hardly stand firm. The mice beside him were affected by the pressure’s effects, making them cry out shrilly in pain.
These were Song Qingshi’s most precious little white mice. They mustn’t be harmed.
Yue Wuhuan hurriedly placed a barrier enchantment around the cages, begging, “Please don’t kill me here. It will dirty this place. Let us go out before you kill me.”
The Fen Shen cultivator was a little surprised when he saw him using all his willpower to hold on, refusing to kneel. He then saw the mice protected by the enchantment and his brows furrowed in disgust. With a snap of his fingers, several wind blades directly tore opened the roof and destroyed the walls. Dust flew up and rubble fell one after another, smashing onto the cages and experiment equipment. Hundreds of mice died and hundreds fled. Years of their heart's blood were destroyed in an instant.
Yue Wuhuan held firmly the cage containing the pregnant mouse, blocking all attacks.
His hair crown was smashed, long fine black hair spread out. His meridians were all injured because of the mighty pressure of his resistance. A trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth…
Yue Wuhuan sat on the ground, looking at the scene before him in disbelief.
“Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhao Ye. Perhaps you know me by Yuan Yang Xianzun?” The man who claimed to be Zhao Ye stepped forward. He violently snatched the mouse cage from his arms and placed it on his fingertips, looking at it. He said in disgust, “What kind of dog-shit toy is this? So dirty.”
He threw the cage into the air and released several wind blades, tearing it to pieces. He then admired Yue Wuhuan’s shocked expression. One-handedly, he set off a magical burst. Raging fire ignited, burning away all the blood and corpses. He said with a smile, “Can you look at me now?”
With much difficulty, Yue Wuhuan shifted his gaze to him and said vigilantly, “Yuan Yang Xianzun closed his death gate eight hundred years ago. Who are you? What hatred do you have towards the Medicine King’s Valley?”
If a breakthrough seems hopeless for a cultivator, he may try to close the death door. Unless he dies or ascends, he would never leave. Books in the Medicine King’s Valley have recorded the achievements of the cultivator, Yuan Yang. He was a very determined Fen Shen cultivator. In order to break past his cultivation base, he has closed his death gate for many years. It was said that he had passed away a long time ago. How could he leave before he has managed to breakthrough? And on top of that, come looking for himself who was a total stranger?
“Haha, eight hundred years? I told them this body had a weird smell. It was even growing mushrooms. I almost thought it was a zongzi,” Zhao Ye laughed. “I will re-introduce myself. I am Space-Time Tasker #081, having just returned from the wild world, I received a last-minute task from the system to clean up the trouble caused by the rookie.”
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It wanted to obtain Yue Wuhuan’s despair.
Zhao Ye would occasionally receive such tasks with additional conditions, and the rewards were extremely generous.
The mission this time was so simple, it was like going on a vacation.
“The tasker who saved you was called Song Qingshi? I have never seen such a stupid rookie,” Zhao Ye squatted down and grumbled with a smile on his face, “Novice missions have a difficulty safeguard. It’s super easy. He was just supposed to rescue the protagonist shou. How did he end up rescuing you, this cannon fodder?”
Yue Wuhuan sobered up from the agony caused by the destruction of the breeding room. He revealed just the right amount of fear, and grasped the key point. He carefully asked, “What is a protagonist shou?”
Zhao Ye said, “Bai Zihao, he is this world’s son of destiny.”
Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, and then asked, “And me?”
“You’re someone who was supposed to die,” Mentioning the rookie, Zhao Ye hated iron for not becoming steel. “There must be something wrong with that rookie’s brain. Even if the protagonist shou weren’t kindhearted, he should at least be pure in body. He shouldn’t have been f*cked by a man yet, right? How could he mistake him for filthy, horny trash like you?”
Yue Wuhuan trembled slightly.
Zhao Ye saw his fear and struck while the iron was hot, continuing to humiliate him. He vividly described the interesting scenes in the book. Bai Zihao saw the spectacle of him catering to the guests of the manor. Those unbearable poses, those wanton words, and then seeing his shameful expression…He sighed with feeling, “You truly are depraved.”
But, this cheap good was really beautiful.
Zhao Ye has also done this kind of task before. What he liked was the protagonist shou type, clean and lovable, simple and easy to coax, easily embarrassed. He just needs to save the other party from devil’s clutches, face-slap the vicious villain, and then pamper him sweetly in his palm. They’ll be happily rolling between the sheets. He’ll let him spend his life happily, and he’ll get a high score at the end of the mission.
He didn’t like Yue Wuhuan’s debauch kind of beauty. But, looking at the beautiful teardrop mole under his phoenix eyes, the luxurious and gorgeous facial features, and that slender waist…He felt a little itch in his heart. Even without the additional task, he would have wanted to ruthlessly bully him for a while, until he pushes him into the abyss of despair, and then he’ll kill him off. He didn’t conceal the matter regarding his mission, because he saw the pride in his bones from the opponent’s unyielding character. He wanted to deprive him of everything he had, destroy everything he cared about… and then after all that, kill him.
He skillfully humiliated him with each line he delivered. He sought out the weakness in the other party’s heart.
Yue Wuhuan’s only response was, “I don’t believe it.”
How could he possibly believe such an outrageous thing?
Zhao Ye had been prepared long ago. When he took on the additional task, he downloaded the rookie’s information, and now it came in handy as he revealed it to Yue Wuhuan using the water curtain technique.
In the water curtain technique, the scene of when Song Qingshi accepted the task from the system appeared. Although he has been sick for many years, his entire body was thin and out of shape, not the least bit good-looking, with hair cut short and wearing weird clothes, Yue Wuhuan still recognized those clearest of eyes. This was the young man he liked…
Song Qingshi was in a strange space, swearing to a strange sphere “I have read tens of thousands of books and they’re all imprinted in my memory. I am knowledgeable in medicine and nursing and have taken elective courses in psychology, which will allow me to solve the protagonist shou’s physical and mental issues. Moreover…I…I am very experienced in love…I love communicating with others. I can ab-absolutely complete this mission!”
…
Yue Wuhuan’s eyes opened wide. He was completely stunned. After a long while, the water curtain technique disappeared. He finally came back to his senses, and begged in a panic, “I don’t believe it. I want to see Qingshi. I want to ask him! ”
“You can’t see him anymore,” With a smile, Zhao Ye said the cruelest words, “He made a huge mistake and failed the mission. He’s been caught and brought back for punishment.”
Yue Wuhuan was surprised, “What punishment?”
“I failed once before and had my memory wiped, so I forgot what the punishment was. It should be something terrible,” Zhao Ye thought about it, but he couldn’t remember it. He smiled and said, “Don’t think about it anymore. He won’t be coming back to save you. You’re better off begging me. I might just be merciful and leave you with your life.”
From the book given to him by the system, Yue Wuhuan was a dissolute brainless flower-vase beauty. A mortal with a bad physique for cultivation, so his Foundation Building cultivation base must have been achieved by stuffing him with pills. Now that Song Qingshi has been taken away, he was just an ant that could be easily crushed to death with a single finger. He simply wasn’t worth the effort. On the other hand, those tricks in bed mentioned in the book were very interesting. He also wanted to see if this cannon fodder’s ability to serve in bed was as captivating as the book described. If he were to serve him well, he wouldn’t mind coaxing him, letting him live a few more days, and then killing him when he gets tired of playing with him.
Yue Wuhuan lowered his head, and tremblingly said, “I beg Xianzun for mercy…”
The fire in the breeding room was about to burn out, leaving countless black ash and sparks dancing in the wind.
Zhao Ye came over, lifted Yue Wuhuan’s face by his chin. He said ambiguously, “That depends on your performance.”
Yue Wuhuan momentarily froze. He then tremblingly stretched his fingers to the belt of Zhao Ye’s garment.
As soon as he touched it, he was caught by Zhao Ye. His hands were caught in his palms as Zhao Ye looked at them. Zhao Ye couldn’t help but praise, “These are a pair of really beautiful hands. Best suited for serving a man. It’s a pity that there are a few calluses on them. You should have taken care of them better.”
He liked to play with the hands of beauties the most. Yue Wuhuan had the most beautiful hands he had ever seen in his life. These hands alone were worth playing with for half a month.
Yue Wuhuan’s trembling was getting stronger and stronger. He gently withdrew his hands and after expending a lot of effort, finally, untied his belt, undoing the defensive formation of his vestment. He then looked at Zhao Ye with beseeching eyes. Speaking very gently but carrying with it a bit of the stimulation of desire, “Wuhuan has lots of fancy tricks. I will definitely be able to serve Xianzun to the fullest…”
It was such a nice voice. It must be even more seductive when he uses it to cry out in bed.
Zhao Ye stretched out his hand, thinking of sampling this devastating beauty.
With a smile, Yue Wuhuan took two steps back, “No need to rush.”
Suddenly, countless fiery red vines appeared on the ground, frantically wrapping around Zhao Ye’s body.
Zhao Ye realized that the little mouse still wanted to resist, but in the face of overwhelming power, what use was using tricks to take off his vestments? He sneered, and easily tore the vines apart. The vines fell into the fire and burned, emitted a lot of sparks. Immediately more Blood King Vines surged up, trying to block from chasing after Yue Wuhuan. But it was in vain. He walked step by step towards the struggling cannon fodder. He sneered, “I wanted to be gentle, but unfortunately you don’t know how to appreciate my kindness.”
Yue Wuhuan stepped back slowly, looking very pitiful. Clutching his neckline tightly, those beautiful phoenix eyes were full of entreaties, but he didn’t utter a single word. It was enough to arouse a man’s sadistic desires.
Zhao Ye became more and more excited. He didn’t pay attention to the situation behind him. From the burning flames of the Blood King Vine, a beautiful golden red butterfly flew out, pretending to mix in with the sparks dancing in the wind. It quietly landed on Zhao Ye’s neck. It instantly paralyzed him, injecting its poison. Zhao Ye’s powerful body began to rapidly decay. His limbs began to crumble piece by piece…
Yue Wuhuan stood up straight. The “pitiful” on his face disappeared, replaced by a bloodthirsty crazy smile.
Zhao Ye finally realized that he was not the brainless beauty written in the data. All the fear and timidity were an act, breaking down his defenses, shattering his guard. By the final blow, it was already too late.
The Nirvana Butterfly finally found a test subject.
“Xianzun, do you like this trick?”
“Xianzun, are you enjoying yourself?”
“Xianzun…”
Yue Wuhuan’s body was still trembling slightly. He looked at the pieces of flesh with its foul-smelling black water on the ground. There was no pity in his eyes, only disgust. He carefully avoided the dirty things, and placed this sinful soul into a specially-made soul lamp. He smiled and said, “I originally had this soul lamp made for Qingshi. Unfortunately, you’ve already soiled it. I don’t want it anymore.”
Zhao Ye’s soul rammed against the soul lamp in vain, wanting to rush out and kill this lunatic.
“Many of the things Qingshi did and said were incongruous with this world. He didn’t try very hard to conceal it,” Yue Wuhuan held the soul lamp and said softly, “I already knew early on that he was not a person of this world. I just didn’t dare ask… I was afraid he would disappear if I did. So I customized this lamp. If he were to leave this world, I would snatch him back and have him stay with me forever… I would treat his soul very tenderly. I would never hurt him.”
Feeling it might be a bit inappropriate, he hesitantly asked Zhao Ye, “Is this pathological?”
Zhao Ye was trapped in the soul lamp and wanted to curse eighteen generations of this madman’s ancestors.
The enchantment of the Nether secret realm cut off his interactions with the Phoenix Blood, but at this time, Song Qingshi should have already come out.
Yue Wuhuan started biting his nails, biting them until a fine trail of blood began to ooze. He was trying to calm down but the pain could not calm his anxiety. Instead, he became more and more irritable. He angrily tore this hateful soul to pieces, and then re-constructed it again. “Give Qingshi back to me! He’s mine!”
He was familiar with how to torture a soul. He tore it apart again and again, and then reformed it again and again.
Zhao Ye almost collapsed from the pain. His soul was constantly weakened until he sunk into a mindless state and a hole appeared.
Yue Wuhuan took this opportunity to invade his soul and directly checked his memory.
But, he hadn’t lied…
This unthinkable thing was true. Song Qingshi accepted the system’s mission to save the protagonist shou of the book, Bai Zihao, but… somehow, he mistakenly saved himself and caused the mission to fail. Those who failed their mission needed to return to the system space, accept punishment and have their memory wiped… and then start a new mission.
He couldn’t find where the system was…
He couldn’t find where Song Qingshi was…
Yue Wuhuan was extremely terrified. He used his fingers and scratched bloody marks on his wrists, desperately trying to convince himself not to be afraid.
Qingshi liked him.
Qingshi promised that when the special mice were bred, they would be Daoist companions. But, but what about the mice?
Yue Wuhuan turned his head hesitantly, looking at the burning ruins everywhere. He rushed in desperately, heedless of the scalding heat. He desperately broke open the crumbling wall, trying to find the little white mice that were still alive and Qingshi’s research notes on the little white mice.
His hands were scalded with numerous blisters. He got burns everywhere. But no matter where he looked, he was disappointed again and again.
In his heart, there suddenly came a premonition like the coming of end days.
His little white mice were gone…
Was his Daoist companion gone too?
Happiness was, in the end, just flowers in a mirror and the moon reflected in the lake. He had just been carried away by his own wishful thinking.
Yue Wuhuan suddenly remembered something. He took out Song Qingshi’s life card from the mustard seed bag. The life card was covered with cracks and was about to break. He brought out lots of materials, trying to protect this life card, trying to curb its collapse. But there were more and more cracks, growing bigger and bigger…
The Emotion Locking Gu on his neck couldn’t hold against the despair, and finally backlashed.
The sealed away love surged violently, engulfing everything, smashing the spider silk threads maintaining his reason.
The amount of love he has, was the amount of despair he has.
Yue Wuhuan was holding the almost shattered life card. He couldn’t stand steady and slipped into sitting among the ruins. He suddenly felt a dampness at the corners of his eyes. Strange drops of water fell on the scorched earth. Was it raining? He reached out and touched the wetness, then put it in his mouth and tasted it. The bitterness was almost unbearable… Was this his tears?
He still had tears?
How truly ridiculous…
Yue Wuhuan’s breathing was going chaotic, becoming more and more rapid, until he couldn’t get air into his lungs. His heart was constantly twitching and hurting more and more. His mind was sinking into confusion, gradually losing its ability to think. He knew that he was about to collapse. He knew that he had to believe in Qingshi. He had to wait for Qingshi. He couldn’t let his imagination continue to run wild. But the truths from Zhao Ye’s soul, continued to appear before his eyes. Even if he wanted to ignore it, he just couldn’t.
Song Qingshi submitted the wrong answer to the problem. He saved the wrong person, directed his gentleness to the wrong person.
Bai Zihao was the correct answer, he was the wrong answer.
What was Song Qing’s attitude towards mistakes?
The Grand Master’s mistakes, he seriously amended…
When he made a mistake in making friends, he ruthlessly abandoned…
The mistaken Dao Heart, he decisively destroyed…
Now, he has become a mistake…
Yue Wuhuan clutched his head, his teeth rattled. He let out a terrifying and desperate sound. He couldn’t continue thinking.
He slowly curled up in the darkness, trembling uncontrollably. He desperately grasped his hands, scratching them into a bloody mess. He wanted to scratch away all the skin on his hands. He didn’t want these beautiful hands that were suited to serving men. He didn’t want his body, he didn’t want his face, he didn’t want his hair, he didn’t want his eyes. Destroy everything…
Yue Wuhuan was a vicious lunatic. His body was unclean. His heart was not kind. He couldn’t be the pure and lovable protagonist shou who was pitied by everyone.
Therefore, he was a mistake. He did not have the qualifications to be saved.
“Qingshi, don’t give up on me…”
It was early in the morning by the time An Long arrived at the Medicine King’s Valley. He found that the enchantment barrier was broken and the Poisonous Fog Formation had been forcibly shut down. Everyone in the Medicine King’s Valley was placed under a sleep spell. They had fallen asleep everywhere, in complete disarray.
The Medicine King’s Valley became a treasure house with its doors thrown open for thieves to plunder.
Fortunately, the news hadn’t spread far, and not many people have come.
An Long released enough Gu’s to blot out the sky and cover the earth. They immediately swallowed alive two demon cultivators. The others fled in fright. He looked around with his mental probe and finally determined Yue Wuhuan’s location. His brows furrowed in a frown, the feeling of wrongness grew stronger. Concealing his aura, he made his way to him. What he was met with was the sight of burning ruins. Yue Wuhuan was curled up in the shadow of the ruins. A Foundation Building thief, holding a scimitar in his hand, was quietly approaching him, obviously taking advantage of his inattention to kill him and plunder the place…
He raised the scimitar and with a boundless killing intent, slashed towards his neck.
Yue Wuhuan put up no resistance.
An Long picked up a random stone and shot it, instantly shooting through the thief’s head. He strode over to see what the lunatic was up to. However, when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he was stunned…
Overnight, Yue Wuhuan’s black hair had turned white. His face and body, were covered in bloody dripping wounds. All his nails were cracked from scratching, and in the gaps were blood. His peerless beauty was completely gone, but he felt no agony. He was still scratching the skins on his arms, tearing the flesh, as though he wanted to destroy himself completely. Only the ragged, practically shattered life card in his arms, was cherished with the greatest care.
An Long couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed his hand, trying to stop this terrifying self-mutilation. However, the auditory hallucinations in his mind reappeared, struggling to produce a faint voice, trying rouse his desire to kill.
“Kill him, kill him…”
“Kill him, kill him…”
“He took away the person you like…”
“It was he who caused you to fall into the abyss…”
“…”
An Long grabbed Yue Wuhuan by the collar. He dragged him out of the shadows, and threw him into the sunlight. “Stand up! The way you look, I’ve lost any interest in killing you!”
Guarding the life card, Yue Wuhuan fell to the ground without any resistance. Even in the presence of monstrous killing intent, with a hated enemy was by his side, he could neither hear nor see it.
This person was now a complete waste.
Although An Long hated Yue Wuhuan deeply, he still had to admit that he was a beauty to shock the world and arouse hopeless envy. He was an unparalleled talents and was a good opponent. Now, seeing him completely ruining himself, for some reason, the hatred in his heart dissipated, replaced by emptiness and loneliness. He felt slightly at a loss.
He tried to bring Yue Wuhuan back to his senses. “Do you know that Qingshi has disappeared?”
Yue Wuhuan’s eyes moved slightly.
An Long detected the change and continued to provoke him, “I saw him being taken away by a strange space. Do you know what that was?”
He continued to ask several times.
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But, Yue Wuhuan didn’t.
He was no different from a corpse save for breathing.
“Have you gone crazy enough yet?!” An Long ran out of patience and finally got angry. He lifted up Yue Wuhuan and wanted to lay a couple of punches to see if he could wake up. But looking at the wounds all over his body, he didn’t know where he could land his punches. Finally, he deflated. He mocked, “Qingshi’s so unlucky. When he made friends, it wasn’t with a normal person. When he fell in love, it wasn’t with a normal person. He invested so much in you for nothing and he died for nothing…”
Yue Wuhuan held his life card tightly and said nothing.
In the immortal realm, a life card this damaged meant death.
“Qingshi’s Heartless Dao Heart was about to break, my demon nature was out of control. If he didn’t kill me, you would definitely die by my hands,” An Long was not interested in explaining the auditory hallucinations in his mind, and he didn’t want to shirk the malice in his heart, the wrongs that he did. He and Song Qingshi had known each other for many years; he understood his thinking somewhat, and he deduced, “He wasn’t sure he would be able to kill me, so he didn’t dare tell you. He moved the battle away from the Medicine King Valley… He didn’t want to die in front of you, for fear that you would see him and it would provoke your condition.”
“Ha, he couldn’t bear to hurt you even in death…”
“The last thing he told me before he disappeared was to not kill you…”
“Yue Wuhuan! Stand up!”
“I killed Qingshi! Come and avenge him!”
“Where’s your poison? Where’s your sword? Where’s your Blood King Vine? Come on!”
Yue Wuhuan heard ‘Blood King Vine’ and finally had a reaction. “Luck…”
An Long was at a loss. “What luck?”
Yue Wuhuan said no more. After a long while, he slowly stood up, and pushed An Long away. He dragged his dying dilapidated body, his body with mottled bloodstains, and stumbled away from the Medicine King’s Valley.
Qingshi once said, ‘In dire straits, luck will come.’
He was going to the land of luck…
…
An Long checked his physical condition and knew that he would not live long, so he didn’t try to stop him. In disappointment, he sat slumped under a broken wall, looking at the dusky sky. He took out the jug of wine from the mustard seed bag. He drank fiercely, and laughed at himself. “In the end, just what was all this?”
The voice in his head was growing weaker and weaker. With a buzzing noise, it still chattered endlessly:
“Don’t let him go!”
“Kill him quickly! Kill him, kill him!”
“Letting him go will be unfavorable to you!”
An Long said in a low voice, “Qingshi said, I will regret killing him.”
The voice in his mind quickly refuted:
“He was lying to you!”
“You two are irreconcilable! You will fight each other to your last gasp!”
“Hurry up and kill him! Kill him! Kill him!”
“Twice, I killed Qingshi twice!” An Long ruthlessly smashed the wine pot. He supported his aching forehead with his hand. With a sinister smile, he said, “He didn’t love me, but he has never deceived my feelings. He would rather die than lie to me!”
“You are the liar! So just shut up!”
The voice in his head abruptly stopped.
…
The Inextinguishable Peak, the raging inferno that could burn one’s very soul, so hot that it was difficult to approach by even half a step.
Such a place of death was actually his only lucky place.
Lightning flashed and thunder resounded in the sky, as though snarling. Torrential rain poured down. Fierce gales blew violently, felling giant trees. It seemed desperate to obstruct his actions.
There were so many coincidences in the world.
Yue Wuhuan couldn’t help but smile, without the slightest hesitation, he once again jumped into the Inextinguishable Peak, jumped into the desperate straits of death. The same strange wind came blowing. It wanted to blow him into the crevice to the side. This time, he chose to reject this life-saving coincidence…
Finally, he fell into the sea of flames.
Skin, hair, flesh, blood and bones… all the filth and brokenness were burned, his weak mortal meridians were destroyed. He willingly suffered the most extreme pain, like he was staying in the happiest pure land. The phoenix birthmark on his back was affected by this joy, and it finally spread its wings, releasing his soul from the confinement of his body, fusing together with the raging fire.
Phoenix Nirvana, towards death and rebirth.
The most flawless flame in the world reunited into the most perfect body, the most gorgeous beauty on heaven and earth. He walked out of the ashes step by step, noble and powerful, above all profanity. Only the blood-red teardrop mole at the corner of his eye remained tenaciously in place, adding a bit of the color of desire to this holiness, like a god stained with a dark aura from falling into the abyss.
The flames of the Inextinguishable Peak disappeared. The barrier opened. The earth quaked and the mountain shook. Rocks scattered one after another, and a gorgeous palace rose up bit by bit. The steps were made of white jade, every place was inlaid with Night-luminescent Pearl. The gardens were carved from jadeite and all kinds of precious gems. Phoenix trees were planted everywhere. Right in the middle of the palace, there was a tower forged from gold, reaching through the clouds…
He put on a gorgeous brocade robe, sat on the high throne, and stared coldly at the sky.
The dark clouds dissipated indignantly, and the thunder disappeared unwillingly. Even though it was Heavenly law, it couldn’t provoke this power originating from the most ancient divinity. It could only temporarily retreat.
Sensing the aura of the king, birds, immortal and yao, flew excitedly from all directions towards the Inextinguishable Peak.
The pair of Biyiniao landed and turned into a pair of delicate young girls. They piously crept on either sides of the throne and prostrated themselves in obeisance. Bi Fang, Black Birds, Dapeng, Peacocks… Countless birds lower their proud heads. This was a submission ingrained in their very blood and bone, an inborn faith. They were willing to do anything for their most noble king.
“Shenjun, what is it that you wish?”
The god on the throne gently covered his nose. He felt that the air was too foul to breathe in.
This world needed to be cleaned thoroughly. All the nauseating and filthy garbage needed to be disposed. He needed to destroy that dirty name, destroy the hateful past, destroy the wrong answer…
“I want foul winds and a rain of blood, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood…”
“I want to be the existence that everyone fears…”
“I want that from now on… there will no longer be a Yue Wuhuan in the world…”
