Chapter 44
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The Zen Master did not respond.
Since he had been captured by Wang Wenyuan, he had almost not said a word, only offering up a rare sentence or two.
It was the same now. Ming Jing remained utterly silent, not uttering a single word.
He Sorshi didn’t care, his ghostly energy lingered over the bars continuing to corrode all of the metal in the cage, completely dissolving the two metal hooks impaled in the little buddhist monk’s body, and then he picked him up in his arms to leave.
Before he had picked him up, He Sorshi just thought that the other did not move because his shoulders had been locked into place, but now he had picked him up, he discovered that the little monk did not struggle at all, not because he didn’t want to but because he had no force whatsoever in his body.
Ming Jing’s buddhist cultivation body had been completely sealed, he was weak and soft, powerless to fight back like a string puppet.
Tianji Pavilion had a lot of peculiar curses and spells, including methods to temporarily seal one’s cultivation….. And these had all once been used on Wang Moxuan.
The two brothers shared a father but different mothers. The younger brother had grown up in the secular world and had no malicious heart, he was as pure and innocent as a newborn. Wang Wenyuan who had been raised in Tianji Pavilion, however, was capricious and paranoid as well as selfish.
For the relationship between them to turn so hostile was not unexpected at all.
He Sorshi reached out with his hand and lightly pressed Ming Jing’s neck to check that there were not any other curses or poisons on his body and then he retracted his hand.
He didn’t want to be used or manipulated by this junior of the Tianji Pavilion who knew how to divinate. He only agreed to work with him, so that they could each reap their own benefits and that was the end of it.
This buddhist cultivator who did not speak or even move was in his arms, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was still breathing and had a heartbeat, he would not have resembled a living person at all. He Sorshi let Ming Jing lean on his shoulder as he didn’t feel that the latter could do anything threatening to him.
In reality, those who could actually threaten He Sorshi were few and far between. If he really thought about it, there was only Jiang Zheliu back then and now with the addition of Wenren Ye, these were the only two people.
“Ghost Leader He.”
His footsteps paused as he heard Wang Wenyuan’s voice behind him.
“Aside from taking the recording sound cicada, there is also something else I’d like the Ghost Leader to pass on to him.
————
Wenren Ye had left for more than two months.
When Gongyi Yan delivered the letter, the two realms were indeed in a deadlock. Wenren Ye had the Pearl of Destruction and the ink knife in his hands, the situation was incredibly dangerous. But Qing Lin was not going to give up a thousand li of land to anyone. As they were unable to come to an agreement, this letter was able to break the impasse and also clarify Jiang Zheliu’s position.
The two realms established a pact, and changed their plans, and understood what the other wanted. At the same time, even though Wenren Ye sent Gongyi Yan back to guard over the little willow tree, he was overflowing with guilt.
Jiang Zheliu had discovered what was happening so quickly and his response was actually very gentle. Wenren Ye felt a great ominous feeling in his heart lately, he was afraid that Jiang Zheliu’s illness would become worse because of this matter and take a toil on his mind as well.
His worries were not unfounded.
It was true that Jiang Zheliu had been getting headaches from overthinking. He tried to avoid thinking too deeply about things, to not care about the war, to not think about worldly matters, and to not think about the matters after his death. But this kind of pounding headache was recurring like a chronic disease, and had already taken root in his body, and was not something that he could just bear in the meantime.
Yu Jinnian had come over to consult two times. He was still not aware that Jiang Zheliu had pretty much sussed out the entire situation. When he talked with Jiang Zheliu he was still continuing on with the farce with his sub-par acting skills.
What Jiang Zheliu had suspected this whole time had become a reality.
Wuxin was raised by him, he had his faults but he didn’t deserve to die, but……
He Sorshi changed his actions, reaching out to fiddle with the teacup lid, and said lazily: “Jiang Xianzun, don’t you have anything to say to that?”
What could he say.
He had raised Zhu Wuxin himself, he had led Ling Xiao Sect personally but a lone tree cannot uphold everything alone2. Under a period of lengthy peaceful accord, the four great immortal sects had also started to deviate from its path. Now, the immortal sect that he had brought to the forefront had been completely destroyed by his own hand.
Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and put the half read book on the table.
His fingers were trembling ever so slightly but he did not want He Sorshi to see him tremble, so he tried to restrain it. He slowly retracted his hands into his sleeves, no longer exposing even an inch.
“The timber has already become a boat3, there’s nothing else to be said.”
Jiang Zheliu’s voice was indifferent like usual.
He Sorshi looked at him with much attention and after a long while he said: “If that a*hole hadn’t said that your life is coming to its end, I probably wouldn’t let you off…… Little Willow. In your next life, be careful, there are some burdens that you can’t just casually accept.”
“Thank you for your guidance.” Jiang Zheliu smiled, “It’s a shame, I won’t have an afterlife.”
When ordinary people die, they are transported to the River of the Dead. When cultivators die, their souls return to Heaven and Earth, scattering completely, and will not reincarnate. Only those cultivators who have extremely high cultivation and have successfully passed their Heavenly Tribulations were able to reincarnate and not pass through the River of the Dead to wash away the remnants of their previous lives, and hold on to their memories.
Jiang Zheliu had no afterlife, he only had his cultivation realms but he didn’t have any cultivation energy.
The Northern winds rose and the snow bashed against the window making a noise. On the candlestick nearby, the melting wax gradually dripped down the candle, coagulating at the bottom like blood.
“Haven’t you dreamt about him?” He Sorshi said, “You don’t want to tell me about it?”
“No.” Jiang Zheliu’s hand shook violently, he tightened his fists, his nails stabbing into the palm of his own hand, but his facial expression was still cold and apathetic. His white hair and pitch black eyes were even colder than an icicle, his entire body was emitting a pure cold energy. “Since we’ve already parted, why torment me in my dreams.”
He Sorshi smiled slowly: “Why would it be torment, he intended to hurt you, indirectly placing you into a deathtrap, and then you killed him, isn’t that an equal grudge on both sides?”
He Sorshi stared at him: “You are indeed at your end.”
Just with these two pieces of information was already enough to cause such a negative reaction and completely destroy his body and negate all the effects of his lengthy recovery into nothing.
Jiang Zheliu swallowed the blood, he didn’t want to appear too pitiful, his hands were moist with cold sweat, he was trying to prop himself up on the arm of his chair but could not exhibit any force and was simply leaning on it.
He knew what He Sorshi’s goal was, the other wanted to leave the River of the Dead. There were only a few people in this world who were able to break his netherworld chains, he was doing all this to make Wenren Ye lose his mind.
As for why he was not killing him now, he probably didn’t want to be murdered after being freed violently from his chains by a madman…… Or He Sorshi had something else that he was hiding…..
Jiang Zheliu was impressed that he was even able to think at a moment like this, he very clearly felt pain as well as an unending stream of energy from the resurrection stone trying to replenish his vitality, but he was somehow able to pull out a train of thought through the pain to gradually put together the puzzle pieces.
His wrist was very slender, the ink bracelet fell off from his wrist and then stayed around his hand.
“Jiang Xianzun.” He Sorshi changed back to a more formal address, “The thing that you brought up, I don’t really want to tell Wang Wenyuan.”
He really enjoyed playing along with madmen, such as when he nurtured Zhu Wuxin. He liked those people who were particularly obsessed and biased and he liked to make them crumble and make them break.
Author Note:
Scold the characters and not me, there are some unavoidable plotlines, there is a lot of foreshadowing that cannot be avoided. (Puts on pot lid5.)
Anyway it’s a HE, and anyway he has to die. Get used to it! ← Is that something the author should be saying (x)
Translator Note:
Booooo don’t scold me either, I’m just a poor little translator hehe.
We are at the half-way mark of this novel – are you still with me? ^^
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
The Zen Master did not respond.
Since he had been captured by Wang Wenyuan, he had almost not said a word, only offering up a rare sentence or two.
It was the same now. Ming Jing remained utterly silent, not uttering a single word.
He Sorshi didn’t care, his ghostly energy lingered over the bars continuing to corrode all of the metal in the cage, completely dissolving the two metal hooks impaled in the little buddhist monk’s body, and then he picked him up in his arms to leave.
Before he had picked him up, He Sorshi just thought that the other did not move because his shoulders had been locked into place, but now he had picked him up, he discovered that the little monk did not struggle at all, not because he didn’t want to but because he had no force whatsoever in his body.
Ming Jing’s buddhist cultivation body had been completely sealed, he was weak and soft, powerless to fight back like a string puppet.
Tianji Pavilion had a lot of peculiar curses and spells, including methods to temporarily seal one’s cultivation….. And these had all once been used on Wang Moxuan.
The two brothers shared a father but different mothers. The younger brother had grown up in the secular world and had no malicious heart, he was as pure and innocent as a newborn. Wang Wenyuan who had been raised in Tianji Pavilion, however, was capricious and paranoid as well as selfish.
For the relationship between them to turn so hostile was not unexpected at all.
He Sorshi reached out with his hand and lightly pressed Ming Jing’s neck to check that there were not any other curses or poisons on his body and then he retracted his hand.
He didn’t want to be used or manipulated by this junior of the Tianji Pavilion who knew how to divinate. He only agreed to work with him, so that they could each reap their own benefits and that was the end of it.
This buddhist cultivator who did not speak or even move was in his arms, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was still breathing and had a heartbeat, he would not have resembled a living person at all. He Sorshi let Ming Jing lean on his shoulder as he didn’t feel that the latter could do anything threatening to him.
In reality, those who could actually threaten He Sorshi were few and far between. If he really thought about it, there was only Jiang Zheliu back then and now with the addition of Wenren Ye, these were the only two people.
“Ghost Leader He.”
His footsteps paused as he heard Wang Wenyuan’s voice behind him.
“Aside from taking the recording sound cicada, there is also something else I’d like the Ghost Leader to pass on to him.
————
Wenren Ye had left for more than two months.
When Gongyi Yan delivered the letter, the two realms were indeed in a deadlock. Wenren Ye had the Pearl of Destruction and the ink knife in his hands, the situation was incredibly dangerous. But Qing Lin was not going to give up a thousand li of land to anyone. As they were unable to come to an agreement, this letter was able to break the impasse and also clarify Jiang Zheliu’s position.
The two realms established a pact, and changed their plans, and understood what the other wanted. At the same time, even though Wenren Ye sent Gongyi Yan back to guard over the little willow tree, he was overflowing with guilt.
Jiang Zheliu had discovered what was happening so quickly and his response was actually very gentle. Wenren Ye felt a great ominous feeling in his heart lately, he was afraid that Jiang Zheliu’s illness would become worse because of this matter and take a toil on his mind as well.
His worries were not unfounded.
It was true that Jiang Zheliu had been getting headaches from overthinking. He tried to avoid thinking too deeply about things, to not care about the war, to not think about worldly matters, and to not think about the matters after his death. But this kind of pounding headache was recurring like a chronic disease, and had already taken root in his body, and was not something that he could just bear in the meantime.
Yu Jinnian had come over to consult two times. He was still not aware that Jiang Zheliu had pretty much sussed out the entire situation. When he talked with Jiang Zheliu he was still continuing on with the farce with his sub-par acting skills.
What Jiang Zheliu had suspected this whole time had become a reality.
Wuxin was raised by him, he had his faults but he didn’t deserve to die, but……
He Sorshi changed his actions, reaching out to fiddle with the teacup lid, and said lazily: “Jiang Xianzun, don’t you have anything to say to that?”
What could he say.
He had raised Zhu Wuxin himself, he had led Ling Xiao Sect personally but a lone tree cannot uphold everything alone2. Under a period of lengthy peaceful accord, the four great immortal sects had also started to deviate from its path. Now, the immortal sect that he had brought to the forefront had been completely destroyed by his own hand.
Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and put the half read book on the table.
His fingers were trembling ever so slightly but he did not want He Sorshi to see him tremble, so he tried to restrain it. He slowly retracted his hands into his sleeves, no longer exposing even an inch.
“The timber has already become a boat3, there’s nothing else to be said.”
Jiang Zheliu’s voice was indifferent like usual.
He Sorshi looked at him with much attention and after a long while he said: “If that a*hole hadn’t said that your life is coming to its end, I probably wouldn’t let you off…… Little Willow. In your next life, be careful, there are some burdens that you can’t just casually accept.”
“Thank you for your guidance.” Jiang Zheliu smiled, “It’s a shame, I won’t have an afterlife.”
When ordinary people die, they are transported to the River of the Dead. When cultivators die, their souls return to Heaven and Earth, scattering completely, and will not reincarnate. Only those cultivators who have extremely high cultivation and have successfully passed their Heavenly Tribulations were able to reincarnate and not pass through the River of the Dead to wash away the remnants of their previous lives, and hold on to their memories.
Jiang Zheliu had no afterlife, he only had his cultivation realms but he didn’t have any cultivation energy.
The Northern winds rose and the snow bashed against the window making a noise. On the candlestick nearby, the melting wax gradually dripped down the candle, coagulating at the bottom like blood.
“Haven’t you dreamt about him?” He Sorshi said, “You don’t want to tell me about it?”
“No.” Jiang Zheliu’s hand shook violently, he tightened his fists, his nails stabbing into the palm of his own hand, but his facial expression was still cold and apathetic. His white hair and pitch black eyes were even colder than an icicle, his entire body was emitting a pure cold energy. “Since we’ve already parted, why torment me in my dreams.”
He Sorshi smiled slowly: “Why would it be torment, he intended to hurt you, indirectly placing you into a deathtrap, and then you killed him, isn’t that an equal grudge on both sides?”
He Sorshi stared at him: “You are indeed at your end.”
Just with these two pieces of information was already enough to cause such a negative reaction and completely destroy his body and negate all the effects of his lengthy recovery into nothing.
Jiang Zheliu swallowed the blood, he didn’t want to appear too pitiful, his hands were moist with cold sweat, he was trying to prop himself up on the arm of his chair but could not exhibit any force and was simply leaning on it.
He knew what He Sorshi’s goal was, the other wanted to leave the River of the Dead. There were only a few people in this world who were able to break his netherworld chains, he was doing all this to make Wenren Ye lose his mind.
As for why he was not killing him now, he probably didn’t want to be murdered after being freed violently from his chains by a madman…… Or He Sorshi had something else that he was hiding…..
Jiang Zheliu was impressed that he was even able to think at a moment like this, he very clearly felt pain as well as an unending stream of energy from the resurrection stone trying to replenish his vitality, but he was somehow able to pull out a train of thought through the pain to gradually put together the puzzle pieces.
His wrist was very slender, the ink bracelet fell off from his wrist and then stayed around his hand.
“Jiang Xianzun.” He Sorshi changed back to a more formal address, “The thing that you brought up, I don’t really want to tell Wang Wenyuan.”
He really enjoyed playing along with madmen, such as when he nurtured Zhu Wuxin. He liked those people who were particularly obsessed and biased and he liked to make them crumble and make them break.
Author Note:
Scold the characters and not me, there are some unavoidable plotlines, there is a lot of foreshadowing that cannot be avoided. (Puts on pot lid5.)
Anyway it’s a HE, and anyway he has to die. Get used to it! ← Is that something the author should be saying (x)
Translator Note:
Booooo don’t scold me either, I’m just a poor little translator hehe.
We are at the half-way mark of this novel – are you still with me? ^^
The Zen Master did not respond.Since he had been captured by Wang Wenyuan, he had almost not said a word, only offering up a rare sentence or two.It was the same now. Ming Jing remained utterly silent, not uttering a single word.He Sorshi didn't care, his ghostly energy lingered over the bars continuing to corrode all of the metal in the cage, completely dissolving the two metal hooks impaled in the little buddhist monk's body, and then he picked him up in his arms to leave.Before he had picked him up, He Sorshi just thought that the other did not move because his shoulders had been locked into place, but now he had picked him up, he discovered that the little monk did not struggle at all, not because he didn't want to but because he had no force whatsoever in his body.Ming Jing's buddhist cultivation body had been completely sealed, he was weak and soft, powerless to fight back like a string puppet.Tianji Pavilionhad a lot of peculiar curses and spells, including methods to temporarily seal one's cultivation.. And these had all once been used on Wang Moxuan.The two brothers shared a father but different mothers. The younger brother had grown up in the secular world and had no malicious heart, he was as pure and innocent as a newborn. Wang Wenyuan who had been raised inTianji Pavilion, however, was capricious and paranoid as well as selfish.For the relationship between them to turn so hostile was not unexpected at all.He Sorshi reached out with his hand and lightly pressed Ming Jing's neck to check that there were not any other curses or poisons on his body and then he retracted his hand.He didn't want to be used or manipulated by this junior of theTianji Pavilionwho knew how to divinate. He only agreed to work with him, so that they could each reap their own benefits and that was the end of it.This buddhist cultivator who did not speak or even move was in his arms, if it wasn't for the fact that he was still breathing and had a heartbeat, he would not have resembled a living person at all. He Sorshi let Ming Jing lean on his shoulder as he didn't feel that the latter could do anything threatening to him.In reality, those who could actually threaten He Sorshi were few and far between. If he really thought about it, there was only Jiang Zheliu back then and now with the addition of Wenren Ye, these were the only two people.Ghost Leader He.His footsteps paused as he heard Wang Wenyuan's voice behind him.Aside from taking the recording sound cicada, there is also something else I'd like the Ghost Leader to pass on to him.Wenren Ye had left for more than two months.When Gongyi Yan delivered the letter, the two realms were indeed in a deadlock. Wenren Ye had the Pearl of Destruction and the ink knife in his hands, the situation was incredibly dangerous. But Qing Lin was not going to give up athousand liof land to anyone. As they were unable to come to an agreement, this letter was able to break the impasse and also clarify Jiang Zheliu's position.The two realms established a pact, and changed their plans, and understood what the other wanted. At the same time, even though Wenren Ye sent Gongyi Yan back to guard over the little willow tree, he was overflowing with guilt.Jiang Zheliu had discovered what was happening so quickly and his response was actually very gentle. Wenren Ye felt a great ominous feeling in his heart lately, he was afraid that Jiang Zheliu's illness would become worse because of this matter and take a toil on his mind as well.His worries were not unfounded.It was true that Jiang Zheliu had been getting headaches from overthinking. He tried to avoid thinking too deeply about things, to not care about the war, to not think about worldly matters, and to not think about the matters after his death. But this kind of pounding headache was recurring like a chronic disease, and had already taken root in his body, and was not something that he could just bear in the meantime.Yu Jinnian had come over to consult two times. He was still not aware that Jiang Zheliu had pretty much sussed out the entire situation. When he talked with Jiang Zheliu he was still continuing on with the farce with his sub-par acting skills.What Jiang Zheliu had suspected this whole time had become a reality.Wuxin was raised by him, he had his faults but he didn't deserve to die, butHe Sorshi changed his actions, reaching out to fiddle with the teacup lid, and said lazily: JiangXianzun, don't you have anything to say to that?What could he say.He had raised Zhu Wuxin himself, he had ledLing XiaoSect personally but a lone tree cannot uphold everything alone2. Under a period of lengthy peaceful accord, the four great immortal sects had also started to deviate from its path. Now, the immortal sect that he had brought to the forefront had been completely destroyed by his own hand.Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and put the half read book on the table.His fingers were trembling ever so slightly but he did not want He Sorshi to see him tremble, so he tried to restrain it. He slowly retracted his hands into his sleeves, no longer exposing even an inch.The timber has already become a boat3, there's nothing else to be said.Jiang Zheliu's voice was indifferent like usual.He Sorshi looked at him with much attention and after a long while he said: If that a*hole hadn't said that your life is coming to its end, I probably wouldn't let you off Little Willow. In your next life, be careful, there are some burdens that you can't just casually accept.Thank you for your guidance. Jiang Zheliu smiled, It's a shame, I won't have an afterlife.When ordinary people die, they are transported to the River of the Dead. When cultivators die, their souls return to Heaven and Earth, scattering completely, and will not reincarnate. Only those cultivators who have extremely high cultivation and have successfully passed their Heavenly Tribulations were able to reincarnate and not pass through the River of the Dead to wash away the remnants of their previous lives, and hold on to their memories.Jiang Zheliu had no afterlife, he only had his cultivation realms but he didn't have any cultivation energy.The Northern winds rose and the snow bashed against the window making a noise. On the candlestick nearby, the melting wax gradually dripped down the candle, coagulating at the bottom like blood.Haven't you dreamt about him? He Sorshi said, You don't want to tell me about it?No. Jiang Zheliu's hand shook violently, he tightened his fists, his nails stabbing into the palm of his own hand, but his facial expression was still cold and apathetic. His white hair and pitch black eyes were even colder than an icicle, his entire body was emitting a pure cold energy. Since we've already parted, why torment me in my dreams.He Sorshi smiled slowly: Why would it be torment, he intended to hurt you, indirectly placing you into a deathtrap, and then you killed him, isn't that an equal grudge on both sides?He Sorshi stared at him: You are indeed at your end.Just with these two pieces of information was already enough to cause such a negative reaction and completely destroy his body and negate all the effects of his lengthy recovery into nothing.Jiang Zheliu swallowed the blood, he didn't want to appear too pitiful, his hands were moist with cold sweat, he was trying to prop himself up on the arm of his chair but could not exhibit any force and was simply leaning on it.He knew what He Sorshi's goal was, the other wanted to leave the River of the Dead. There were only a few people in this world who were able to break his netherworld chains, he was doing all this to make Wenren Ye lose his mind.As for why he was not killing him now, he probably didn't want to be murdered after being freed violently from his chains by a madman Or He Sorshi had something else that he was hiding..Jiang Zheliu was impressed that he was even able to think at a moment like this, he very clearly felt pain as well as an unending stream of energy from the resurrection stone trying to replenish his vitality, but he was somehow able to pull out a train of thought through the pain to gradually put together the puzzle pieces.His wrist was very slender, the ink bracelet fell off from his wrist and then stayed around his hand.JiangXianzun. He Sorshi changed back to a more formal address, The thing that you brought up, I don't really want to tell Wang Wenyuan.He really enjoyed playing along with madmen, such as when he nurtured Zhu Wuxin. He liked those people who were particularly obsessed and biased and he liked to make them crumble and make them break.Author Note:Scold the characters and not me, there are some unavoidable plotlines, there is a lot of foreshadowing that cannot be avoided. Puts on pot lid5.Anyway it's a HE, and anyway he has to die. Get used to it! Is that something the author should be saying xTranslator Note:Booooo don't scold me either, I'm just a poor little translator hehe.We are at the half-way mark of this novel are you still with me? ^^
