QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 283. Unveiling The Truth (VII)
As Xuan Chengzi was lost in this memory, the magnetic field emanating from the jade pendant also pulled everyone else into it.
In the flickering light and shadow of memory, Xuan Yangzi, whose heart had been pierced, gently patted the back of Fan Jialuo’s hand, which was still gripping the hilt of the knife, his eyes so tender and his smile so gratified.
Yes, he was gratified and proud that his own death had forged such a strong, fearless, morally upright, and courageous child. He knew that through this experience, the child would shed the last trace of weakness in his heart and become an invincible guardian.
Xuan Yangzi closed his eyes tightly, but there was no resentment on his face, nor any lingering regret in his heart.
This memory came to an end, leaving everyone in a daze and shocked, standing there dumbfounded, trying to process all the earth-shattering information.
Only Xuan Chengzi suddenly knelt down and wept bitterly. He had hated Fan Jialuo for over two hundred years, but only now did he realize that he was the source of all the tragedy.
He had willfully violated the sect rules, triggering that jade pendant. Bound by the Iron Law of Karma, its influence spread throughout the mortal realm, indirectly causing the deaths of his Shidi and Fan Jialuo. The people who never should have died were all gone. How did he still have the face to remain alive?
The disciples of the Tianshui Sect all gathered around him, weeping. So this was the truth of what happened back then, the so-called slaughter of fellow disciples was actually for the purpose of protecting others. How much willpower and unwavering determination must one possess to bear such a heavy burden and persevere until now?
One by one, the disciples of the Tianshui Sect knelt down, their faces filled with shame.
Suddenly, a top cultivator of the Taoist alliance shouted, “Something is wrong! Since we protected the dragon veins, why did the massacre of the city in the vision still happen? The dragon veins were never severed, and our nation’s destiny remains intact, this catastrophe should have been avoided entirely!”
“Yes, didn’t Xuan Yangzi Qianbei also secretly preserve a small dragon vein? That means we still have eight dragon veins, so a massacre is absolutely impossible!”
More and more people sensed something was amiss, but Abbot Changjing closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh as two lines of tears of extreme grief streamed down his face, “Have you all forgotten? Benefactor Fan has already said that Song Enci has slain the dragon veins.”
What had previously sounded utterly absurd now resounded like a thunderclap in everyone’s ears, leaving them dizzy and unsteady on their feet.
Unable to extricate himself from grief, Xuan Chengzi suddenly fell silent, his eyes flashing as he looked at the culprit.
Lin Nianci, still struggling with her body covered in bandages, froze again, her clear, watery eyes darkening with anxiety.
“Yes, those seven dragon veins died long ago. What remains now are just seven wisps of dragon qi.” Fan Jialuo’s fingertips drooped slightly, illuminating the eyes of the black dragon beneath him. He said in a deep voice, “Everyone who has killed a dragon vein will be cursed by the raging dragon’s resentment. If a living dragon vein encounters such a person, it will naturally let out a furious dragon roar.”
“Shifu, this time, listen carefully.” Fan Jialuo released his hand that was suppressing the dragon vein, and the black dragon opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar.
The dragon’s roar, filled with anger and resentment, pierced everyone’s eardrums and caused unimaginable damage to Xuan Chengzi and Lin Nianci. Blood seeped from their skin, and then black lines appeared.
After the dragon’s roar subsided, everyone was horrified to discover that the black lines had actually crawled all over Xuan Chengzi and Lin Nianci’s bodies, vaguely forming several black bone dragons that appeared on their faces, necks, backs of hands, and other places that could not be covered by their clothes.
The dragons that died unjustly did not vanish into the world, instead, they transformed into a lingering affliction, deeply embedded in the souls of the two people, casting a curse upon them for eternity. Hearing the hateful howls of their kind, they emerged and echoed the cries.
Taoist Zhi Fei originally wanted to help Xuan Chengzi up, but when he saw the black dragon bone claw on the back of Xuan Chengzi’s hand, he was so frightened that he took several steps back.
Lin Nianci’s newly grown skin was covered with bone dragons, and upon careful counting, there were as many as five.
Xuan Chengzi stared at her with bloodshot eyes. After taking off his robe, he saw two black bone dragons coiled on his chest. A sharp dragon claw pressed down on his left chest, as if trying to rip out his heart. A vast and boundless hatred surged wildly around him.
Such is the wrath of the dragon. For as long as the cosmos remains, this hatred shall never fade. It will be etched into the very fabric of his soul across every reincarnation, subjecting him to a boundless cycle of agony
The curse of being a cursed lone star for ten lifetimes is nothing compared to the curse inflicted by the vengeance of a dragon. Even a great ruler who establishes a great empire can perish in the endless desert after severing the dragon vein, let alone a cultivator who never even reached the pinnacle of the Great Dao!
Xuan Chengzi stared at his chest, his breathing stopped, and he seemed to be dead.
“Shifu.” Lin Nianci called out hesitantly, but he couldn’t hear her at all.
Everyone distanced themselves from Xuan Chengzi and Lin Nianci, including the incredibly magnanimous Abbot Changjing. How dare these two sever the dragon vein and ruin the nation’s destiny!
“Did you see clearly, Shifu?” Fan Jialuo lowered his fingertip and touched the brow of the black dragon that was on the verge of madness, calming it down.
“How do you think Song Enci saved you from the brink of death back then? How do you think she was able to be reborn as an infant and escape from the near-death situation caused by karmic backlash? What do you think is the reason that you are plagued by inner demons and your mind has changed so drastically?”
With each word Fan Jialuo uttered, Xuan Chengzi’s face twitched. After all, he was a no.1 cultivator in metaphysic society, how could he not understand the hidden meaning behind it?
He was so afraid that he dared not answer that he almost ground his teeth to powder.
But someone in the room insisted on revealing the whole truth, and that person wasn’t Fan Jialuo, but rather the most silent Abbot Changjing. Even someone as tolerant as him could no longer tolerate Song Enci’s actions.
“Back then, we fought a great battle against the invaders and won a pyrrhic victory. The lives of many cultivators were sacrificed in the dragon’s lair to save the seven dragon veins from barely surviving. Xuan Chengzi, Song Enci, and I were the only three survivors.”
“Song Enci was hiding on the outer perimeter. She was the least injured and could still move freely, but Xuan
Chengzi and I couldn’t even stand up. I estimated that Xuan Chengzi’s heart had been pierced and he should not survive, while all my meridians were severed and I eventually fell into a coma.”
“When I woke up again, the news I received was that Xuan Chengzi was alive, Song Enci was missing, and she had left a newborn baby near the battlefield, which was taken back and adopted by the Tianshui Sect. I was surprised for a moment, thinking that Xuan Chengzi had accumulated virtue and was protected by Buddha, and had truly survived a great calamity. Thinking back on it now, that was never some accumulation of virtue or the protection of the Buddha. It was actually Song Enci slaughtering the dragon veins, turning the nation’s destiny into her own power to save Xuan Chengzi’s life. Knowing she was already doomed to die from the backlash of her bad karma, she used five dragon veins as a sacrifice to cultivate a doppelgänger.”
“The secret technique of the doppelgänger, I’m sure everyone here has heard of it?” Abbot Changjing looked around at everyone.
One sect leader pondered, “Borrowing the power of heaven and earth allows one to cultivate a doppelgänger. This power naturally includes the dragon veins nurtured by nature. After cultivating a doppelgänger, even if the first body dies, all karma can be severed, allowing one to start anew. The so-called backlash from bad karma will no longer exist. Song Enci is truly cunning, using the entire world as her sacrifice! Fortunately, Xuan Yangzi Qianbei had the foresight to secretly hide a dragon vein, otherwise wouldn’t we all have become slaves of a conquered nation?”
Abbot Changjing slammed his staff on the ground and said sternly, “That’s exactly right! For their own selfish desires, they severed the dragon vein, cut off the nation’s destiny, and plunged the people into misery. In all my years, I have never seen such a heinous villain! Tianshui Sect, are you not going to clean the sect? If you don’t take action, I’m willing to do it for you!”
Lin Nianci was jolted awake by the metallic clang of the monk’s staff and began frantically tearing at the bandages covering her body. She sensed that what she was doing was pushing her master beyond his limits.
Amidst the angry shouts, Chang Sheng and Chang Zhen were the first to raise their swords, pointing them at Lin Nianci, followed by Taoist Zhi Fei and his disciples. Lin Nian’en, who had been hiding in a corner trying to escape reality, wiped away his tears and snot, grabbed his coin sword, and strode over.
Abbot Changjing looked at no one but Xuan Chengzi.
The other cultivators also stared intently at Xuan Chengzi.
They were waiting for his response. If he continued to protect this demoness, the entire metaphysic society would ostracize the Tianshui Sect.
Looking back now, Chief Yan was truly a wise and discerning person. Before Song Enci could cause any bigger trouble, he had all the Tianshui Temples across the country demolished.
Back then, metaphysic society thought the government’s actions were uncalled for. Looking back today, they wanted nothing more than to applaud and shout in approval.
Xuan Chengzi raised his crimson eyes and stared straight at Lin Nianci, whose body was covered in black curse marks. Then he raised the sword in his hand and slowly released a wisp of purple lightning.
Just a second before he could make a move, Fan Jialuo said, “Wait. If Shifu wants to clean the sect, he might as well change his weapon.” He stroked the long wooden box on his lap with great care, his voice low and slow, “Like the black dragon, it is also waiting very anxiously.”
Xuan Chengzi looked at the wooden box, his facial expression stiff, but his eyes trembled slightly. With each word Fan Jialuo spoke, his heart skipped a beat, he was truly terrified.
Fan Jialuo opened the wooden box and carefully took out a sword that gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light.
The members of Taoist alliance were so frightened by the soaring killing intent released by the sword that they took several steps back, and then shouted in unison, “Sovereign Sword of the Eight Horizons!”
Xuan Chengzi’s lifeless eyes involuntarily revealed a look of horror. He never expected that Fan Jialuo’s connections were so extensive that he could even use the nation’s most precious treasure at will.
Fan Jialuo ran his fingers along the sharp blade and nodded, saying, “That’s right, the Sovereign Sword of the Eight Horizons. Shifu, guess why I was able to lend it out? Because apart from this single sword, every other heirloom treasure of our nation had been secretly replaced with counterfeits by Song Enci. She drained all their spiritual aura to pave her own path to godhood. I said I wanted to borrow this sword to punish the culprit, how could the higher-ups refuse?”
This statement carries the weight of a nuclear bomb, once dropped, it instantly kills everyone’s brain cells.
After a very long time, Xuan Chengzi finally asked in a trembling voice, “What do you mean by that?”
“I said, after Song Enci tasted the sweetness of plundering the nation’s fortune by severing the dragon vein, she set her sights on these treasures. She spent nine years meticulously planning to replace all these national treasures with counterfeits, while the genuine ones were drained of their spiritual aura and turned to dust. This sword, because it is irreplaceable, was fortunate enough to be preserved. Listen, this is its lament.”
Fan Jialuo dripped his blood onto the blade, and everyone, through his magnetic field, heard a sharp, piercing shriek. This shriek even caused Abbot Changjing’s staff to howl along with it——so angry, so sorrowful, so frenzied. No one could mistake the overwhelming hatred contained within that shriek.
Lin Nianci’s eardrums were punctured by the long ringing, and two streams of blood flowed out.
The lightning that Xuan Chengzi released from the tip of his sword almost flowed back through his meridians, shattering his dantian. These increasingly horrifying pieces of news were gradually destroying his Dao heart.
Abbot Changjing was stunned for a long while before shouting angrily, “Abomination! How dare you desecrate our ancestral treasures! You heartless monster, do you not realize those artifacts are our very roots?! This land didn’t just birth a nation, it birthed a continuous civilization, a supreme existence far above any political state. We are the scions of the Dragon! We are the bloodline of Yan and Huang! That shared civilization runs through our veins, and it is the ultimate anchor of who we are!!”
“The script left by our ancestors thousands of years ago can still be deciphered by future generations today because our civilization has been passed down from generation to generation and has always been protected. We will also pass on this civilization to future generations, so that they can be proud of this glorious land and our great nation.”
“But what have you done! You traitor! You sinner for all time! You severed the most important blood vessel flowing through each of our bodies!”
Abbot Changjing’s roar gradually grew hoarse, turning into a mournful sob. He had never imagined that a person’s evil could reach such a level.
Killing fellow disciples, seizing sacred treasures, sacrificing the living, committing evil deeds, severing the dragon vein, seizing the nation’s destiny, and cutting off the lineage——Song Enci’s crimes were simply unforgivable!
“Kill her!” Someone shouted in extreme anger.
Immediately afterwards, more voices began to shout frantically, “Kill her!”
“Obliterate her body and spirit!”
“No, that’s not enough! We must also trap her in the Ninefold Blood Fiend Soul Devouring Array, to suffer the torment of being burned by hell fire for countless millennia!”
“And furthermore, bring her corpse back to the Taoist alliance to be publicly whipped!”
“Kill her!”
Flames of fury blazed in everyone’s eyes. Though those present each harbored their own selfish motives, they were all descendants of Yan and Huang, the bloodline of the Dragon. How could they tolerate Song Enci’s treasonous atrocities against her own country and race? To brand her ‘the shame of the nation’ was an understatement, she was simply unfit to be called human.
“Shifu, didn’t you come here today to clean the sect?” Fan Jialuo’s clear voice, amidst the hoarse shouts, was the most unmistakable.
Taoist Zhi Fei looked at Xuan Chengzi, whose face was stiff and cold, and asked, “Shifu, what are you waiting for?”
Xuan Chengzi’s sword suddenly fell from his hand.
At the opportune moment, Fan Jialuo threw the Sovereign Sword of the Eight Horizons.
Xuan Chengzi dared not allow the national treasure to be damaged, and quickly caught it steadily. However, he was tormented by his inner demons and hesitated. Everything in this world is governed by cause and effect. Since Song Enci saved him, his inner demon is bound to be tied to her. Slaying her means slaying his own inner demon—and how could that ever be easy?
But the Sovereign Sword of the Eight Horizons possessed its own will, forcefully dragging his arm and stabbing straight at Lin Nianci.
Just then, Lin Nianci unwrapped all the bandages and prepared to escape, but her legs were struck by a nine-section whip from a cultivator, causing her to kneel down.
A sword gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light was aimed at her heart, but at the last second, the demon-possessed Xuan Chengzi twisted its direction, piercing her lower abdomen and avoiding all vital organs.
Lin Nianci raised her head, gasping for breath in pain, yet still managed a happy smile. She knew that no matter how many wrongdoings she had committed, her Shifu would always choose to forgive her. Even now, he still couldn’t bring himself to use excessive force.
Xuan Chengzi met her eyes, overflowing with happiness, and his expression slowly twisted into a mixture of anger and pity. His lucid self roared to kill this wicked disciple, while his demonic self secretly pleaded—— Take her away, give her a way to live.
He hesitated to thrust the sword in, yet dared not pull it out either, and so they remained locked in a stalemate.
Lin Nianci raised her hand, gripped the sword, and tried to drain the spiritual aura of this national treasure.
Having gained this immense fortune, powerful enough to stabilize a whole nation, all her wounds would heal in the blink of an eye.
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