QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 284. The Source Of All Sins
Xuan Chengzi personally raised Song Enci, and a hundred years later, he personally raised the reincarnated Lin Nianci. His understanding of them can be described as profound.
Lin Nianci’s eyes darted around, and he guessed what she was up to. Seeing her grip the sword with both hands, he immediately became furious.
His Dao heart urged him to strike out in rage, to shout, ‘you dare!’, yet his demon-corrupted self remained utterly unmoved.
He knew perfectly well how heinous and monstrous Lin Nianci’s actions were, yet he was controlled by his inner demons and unable to stop her. He couldn’t even save himself, how could he save the world? He couldn’t even cleanse himself, how could he cleanse his own sect?
The so-called guardian of the metaphysic society was nothing but a huge joke in the end. He wasn’t even as good as a six-year-old child!
Thinking of this, Xuan Chengzi’s face twisted into an extremely painful shape, and his heart was torn into two bloody halves.
The cultivators standing around also realized Lin Nianci’s plan, but because they had retreated too far, they were too late to stop her.
“You beast!”
“She should have had her head chopped off!”
“Still unrepentant at this point!”
As everyone cursed and rushed forward, they were horrified to find that Fan Jialuo, who had been standing in the formation, had now appeared silently behind Lin Nianci like a ghost, also grasping the tip of the sword that had pierced her body and pulling it out violently.
Before Lin Nianci could absorb any spiritual aura, the sharp blade slashed her palm, the sword plunged into her lower abdomen, and then emerged from behind, piercing her through.
After grasping the Sovereign Sword of the Eight Horizons, Fan Jialuo used a magnetic field to firmly envelop it, severing Lin Nianci’s connection to it. Then, with a reverse grip, he plunged the blade straight into her back. Xuan Chengzi could never bring himself to do this, but he could.
Upon seeing the sword tip emerging from Lin Nianci’s heart, Xuan Chengzi’s pupils dilated instantly, and his face became even more distorted.
Lin Nianci looked down at her blood-stained chest, then looked up at her master’s inscrutable face, and tears welled up in her eyes. She placed her hands on her master’s shoulders and cried out mournfully, “Shifu, save me!”
Xuan Chengzi instinctively reached out and hugged her.
At that moment, Fan Jialuo drew the sword, placed his hand over the wound, and used the rapidly rotating magnetic field to draw out all the blood from Lin Nianci’s body.
The rapidly gushing blood hissed like a burst high-pressure water pipe, threatening to burst at any moment and surge like a tidal wave. Lin Nianci collapsed into Xuan Chengzi’s arms, choking back tears, “Shifu, how could I not save you under those circumstances? What does the fate of the nation matter? What does the common people matter? The suffering of the people is none of my concern. You raised me, you protected me from all harm. If this world were without you, what would be the point of my life? No matter what, I had to save you. Even if it meant severing the dragon veins and cutting off the nation’s fate, I would still save you. I don’t care if this world is completely destroyed, I just want you with me.”
She raised her head, revealing a pair of clear yet stubborn eyes.
Indeed, she was just that self-serving. She was just that stupid and superficial. She didn’t want the greater good of the nation or the country’s rise. She only wanted to hide beneath her master’s protective wings for eternity, living as an innocent, carefree child
After wandering for over a hundred years, experiencing the vicissitudes of life and the coldness of human relationships, she finally understood that only by staying by her master’s side could she find true happiness. Nothing in the world could compare to the preciousness of the person before her.
Gazing unblinkingly into that pair of eyes, so obsessed and crazed, yet utterly clear and pure. Xuan Chengzi’s tears finally spilled over. He truly did not know what he was supposed to do with this child.
However, as Lin Nianci nestled in her master’s arms, speaking tenderly, her hands slowly rose, rapidly drawing life force from everyone around her to replenish her own constantly losing blood.
Dragon qi is not so easy to digest, especially dragon qi carrying overwhelming hatred. Over the years, Lin Nianci has never dared to touch this power, because even the slightest touch would cause her excruciating pain. Unable to endure such suffering, she set her sights on the national treasure.
But Fan Jialuo and his friends always managed to push her to the brink, once, twice, three times, four times, making her more and more miserable each time.
Fan Jialuo draws her blood, and in return, she ruthlessly plunders the life force of others, waiting to see who will stop first. She can drag the whole world down with her. Can Fan Jialuo do that?
As it turned out, Fan Jialuo couldn’t do it. Seeing the cultivators collapse to their knees one after another, gasping in agony, their faces rapidly aging and withering, he ultimately stopped draining the blood. Yet, in the next instant, he struck Lin Nianci squarely on the crown of her head with his palm, knocking her unconscious.
After Lin Nianci lost consciousness, the cultivators kneeling on the ground felt as if they had come back to life. The feeling of life force pouring out like a torrent was truly terrifying.
“Xuan Chengzi, what on earth were you doing just now? Why didn’t you kill Song Enci!” Without even waiting to catch their breath, someone instantly hurled a furious accusation.
“What exactly is your relationship with this witch? Something seems very wrong between you two!”
“You cannot distinguish right from wrong, nor can you discern good from evil. What qualifications do you have to be the leader of the metaphysic society?”
“Not only is Song Enci a sinner for all eternity, but you are the prime culprit! You and your disciple are two peas in a pod! As the saying goes, ‘if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will follow.’ The vile things Song Enci did were all because of your teachings!”
“Xuan Chengzi, you deserve to die too!”
“Traitor to the nation!”
“Beast!”
The sharp rebukes and tirade finally broke Xuan Chengzi’s mental demons, making him realize how inappropriate and disappointing his actions had been. He slowly and stiffly turned to look at the disciples of the Tianshui Sect, only to find them all wearing expressions of shame and indignation.
He turned to look at Abbot Changjing, only to see the other man with his hands clasped together, his eyelids lowered, avoiding his gaze.
When he looked at the person in his arms again, the complex emotions that had been building up in his eyes suddenly boiled over like magma.
He felt as if he had reached a dead end, with nowhere to go, no way forward or backward, and no way out in any direction. He couldn’t understand how he, who once had a pure and clear mind, had gradually slid into this abyss.
Before he could react, Fan Jialuo struck him with a palm, knocking him unconscious.
“Kill them!” Someone immediately shouted from the side.
Yet Fan Jialuo paid them no mind. He simply withdrew a pair of glowing blue fruits from his spiritual form and placed them gently into their mouths.
“Cause and effect?” Abbot Changjing exclaimed in shock.
“It’s not about cause and effect, it’s a fruit that, once eaten, will cause you to lose your cultivation and spiritual power, temporarily turning you into an ordinary person.” Fan Jialuo explained simply.
“What do you want to do? Aren’t you going to kill them?” Abbot Changjing breathed a sigh of relief but continued to press for answers.
“For those who are unrepentant, being killed is the quickest way out. I won’t kill them, I want them to experience the consequences of their actions.” Fan Jialuo clapped his hands slightly, and the basement door opened. A group of heavily armed soldiers walked in and carried Xuan Chengzi and Lin Nianci away.
Letting the blood that coated his hands drip into a porcelain vial, Fan Jialuo tossed it to a cultivator and commanded, “Take a single drop each. It will help you quickly replenish your lost vitality.”
“Hmm?” The cultivator was full of surprise and doubt, but still used a drop. His ashen face was instantly tinged with a healthy blush.
Seeing him instantly burst with renewed vitality, the rest of the crowd scrambled to gather around. They fought to consume Lin Nianci’s blood, their faces showing no outward change, yet their minds were churning with tempestuous waves. As expected of the blood of a demigod who had plundered so much of the nation’s fortune, just a single drop was comparable to ten-thousand-year spiritual essence! This stuff was far more potent than any heavenly treasure!
If Song Enci’s blood is already so precious, what about Fan Jialuo’s blood?
Thinking of this, some people secretly cast greedy glances at Fan Jialuo.
Fan Jialuo walked toward the door with his back to everyone, his voice, which seemed to be both smiling and not smiling, slowly drifting over, “The blood of the nine sect leaders flows in my veins. If you want to be plagued by inner demons and have your cultivation regress, you are welcome to try.”
The crowd’s expressions stiffened slightly before they suppressed their evil thoughts.
The place where the dragon vein and Fan Jialuo’s soul had been suppressed was a nether abyss, saturated with the malicious, baleful nether qi of hell itself. For Fan Jialuo to crawl out of such a horrific place while maintaining absolute clarity and reason, how could he possibly be someone easy to deal with?
Simply put, he was a creature of pure malice, whoever touches him will die.
On the contrary, Lin Nianci is a treasure trove, possessing both dragon qi and national fortune, a jade pendant capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bones, and blood comparable to spiritual essence. If only they could capture her……
Realizing this, everyone scrambled out of the empty basement, pretending to have urgent matters to handle. Only Abbot Changjing remained. He sat alone, tapping his wooden fish and reciting the sutra for the dead.
Hearing the hurried and chaotic footsteps, he sighed softly. ——
As soon as Fan Jialuo stepped out of the basement, he saw Dr. Song, who had been waiting for him.
“Wash your hands.” He naturally handed over a bottle of water.
Fan Jialuo returned the sword to Chief Yan, who was waiting anxiously, and then washed his hands with water.
Chief Yan asked in astonishment, “What on earth did you do to ruin this sword?” The sacred blade that once gleamed with a freezing brilliance was now buried under a layer of gore, making it impossible to see its original shape.
“Give us the sword, let us take a look!” Elder Liang and Elder Lu quickly gathered around, wiping the sword clean with a fine cloth and professional cleaning tools, and then examining it inch by inch with a magnifying glass, for fear of any damage.
Fan Jialuo dried his hands with a soft cloth and chuckled, “Don’t worry, this blood is the best preservative, it can restore this sword to its perfect condition.”
“Hold on, something’s wrong. Is this divine sword genuine or a counterfeit?” Noticing a hidden detail, Elder Liang asked in a state of startled disbelief.
Elder Lu pointed to a spot on the blade, his tone astonished, “I remember when this sword was exhibited in the new country. Their researchers secretly scraped a bit of metal from the edge for testing, which left a tiny notch. Why is that notch gone now?”
Elder Lu still vividly remembers the shameless actions of the new country, so he certainly won’t overlook this small opening.
“The gap has healed itself.” Fan Jialuo strode toward a military vehicle.
“Can a metal gap really heal itself?” Elder Liang and Elder Lu found it hard to believe, yet they had no choice but to accept it.
The metal composition of this sword remains a mystery even with advanced technology, and its forging techniques have been lost. While replicating its shape is relatively simple, imitating its sharpness and crackled texture is far too difficult. Experts can immediately determine its authenticity with just a few glances under a magnifying glass.
“How is it? Is there anything wrong with this sword?” Chief Yan asked cautiously.
“There were problems when I lent it to Teacher Fan, but now there are no problems at all. Look, the blade is even sharper than before.” Elder Liang pinched a strand of hair and brought it close to the blade. With just a light touch, the hair broke in two. Its sharpness was simply unbelievable.
Chief Yan laughed heartily twice, and was immediately completely relieved.
“I knew it! Teacher Fan is always very reliable.” He then strode towards the military vehicle.
With Song Rui’s help, Fan Jialuo climbed onto the back of the military truck. He first checked on the unconscious Xuan Chengzi and Lin Nianci, then looked at a certain spot and asked, “How did you end up like this?”
Song Rui was stunned for a moment before realizing that the question wasn’t directed at him, but at something behind him.
“Who?” He turned around and glanced back, his expression calm.
“Bai Mu.” Fan Jialuo shook his head, “He’s dead.”
Although Song Rui was surprised, he didn’t ask any more questions.
Gazing silently at Bai Mu’s soul for the longest time, Fan Jialuo ultimately shook his head, letting out a heavy sigh.
This person died so tragically that he gave up his other nine chances to be reincarnated, turning into a resentful spirit that lingered near the old residence. He happened to bump into Lin Nianci and then followed her.
His soul was a mass of black mist far more sinister than bad karma. A mere brush against it would cause an ordinary person to meet a violent, untimely end. He was a creature of ultimate misfortune. Unable to speak, he bent his waist and bowed deeply, silently conveying his apology, before pointing at Lin Nianci on the ground.
Seeing that he had no hostility toward him and only wanted to stay by Lin Nianci’s side, Fan Jialuo ignored him.
“Where are you planning to send them?” Song Rui asked in a low voice.
“Send them to the place where all evil begins.”
Song Rui asked again, “What did you say to those cultivators in the basement? I saw that they seemed to hate the Tianshui Sect people. They almost started fighting when they came out the door. The Tianshui Sect people kept backing down and didn’t dare to fight back. Even the arrogant Taoist Zhi Fei hid in the crowd. This is not the style of the Tianshui Sect.”
“I was just telling the truth about what happened back then.”
“I also want to know what you went through back then.” Song Rui grasped Fan Jialuo’s hand.
“After coming back, I will let you look directly into my memories,” Fan Jialuo said, tapping the space between his brows. He was opening his heart to this person without holding back a single thing.
Song Rui’s tense face finally relaxed, and he nodded with a smile.
Clambering up into the back of the truck, Chief Yan and Meng Zhong spoke with pure schadenfreude, “Is the Tianshui Sect about to collapse? I saw people from several other sects cursing them. Taoist Zhi Fei previously caught me urging me to help them rebuild the Tianshui Temples, but this time when he saw me, he actually turned away and hid.”
“How long the Tianshui Sect can hold out depends entirely on the choice my Shifu makes.” Fan Jialuo lowered his eyes to look at the unconscious Xuan Chengzi, shaking his head and sighing. Pushing the sect to this point was not his intention——
A day and a night later, the military vehicle stopped by a bumpy mountain road, and a dilapidated bus drove up and took away the unconscious Xuan Chengzi and Lin Nianci.
Half an hour later, Xuan Chengzi woke up and found that he was holding Lin Nianci in his arms. The two of them had changed into clean clothes, as if they were going on a trip.
Having plundered so much of the nation’s fortune and spiritual aura, Lin Nianci’s new body was practically immortal. In just a few hours, the wounds on her body had completely disappeared.
Seeing this, Xuan Chengzi’s heart was torn apart once again. Reason and emotion stood at opposite ends of the spectrum, beckoning to him, but his heart was in turmoil, and he had no idea how to choose.
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