Chapter 121 The dust has settled and the merits are returned

The resentment that permeated the mountains and forests and was left over from the fierce battle just now came in from underground, and like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, it madly gathered towards a vague black shadow.

The black shadow absorbed the resentment and quickly condensed and took shape.

Assistant Fang fiddled with the communicator anxiously: "What's going on? The signal keeps getting intermittent!"

Duan Anluo stared at the black shadow that was forming again in front of him, and said in a serious tone: "He's alive again."

But in the blink of an eye, Xiang Wenshu's pale face with a crazy smile appeared in front of them again!

"Hehe...Master, I told you so," the newly born Xiang Wenshu licked his lips, his eyes full of resentment and pride, "As long as there is resentment in the world, I will be immortal."

He let out a deep laugh, his voice filled with a twisted sense of pleasure: "Unless you use the forbidden technique that sealed Hou Qing to seal me, otherwise, even if you kill me a thousand times, I will still come back to life from my resentment!"

His eyes were glued to Duan Anluo, filled with crazy possessiveness, "Seal me! Then you and I will merge into one, and we will reincarnate together! This way, we will never be separated again!"

Si Cang's eyes turned cold, and the knife flashed again, instantly chopping off the new body.

However, after just a moment, the resentment around them gathered again.

Duan Anluo strengthened his defenses, but resentment still seeped out from underground.

"It's useless..." Xiang Wenshu's voice seemed to come from all directions, "As long as there is resentment, I can be resurrected. If not here, then somewhere else. Duan Anluo, either seal me, or I will continue to kill. I will never truly die. As long as humans exist and there is resentment in the world, I will return!"

Duan Anluo was furious and asked him harshly, "Why do you hate me so much?!"

"Hate you?" Xiang Wenshu's voice suddenly rose, filled with pain and madness. "I'm not supposed to have human emotions, but it's you! It's you who made me understand what expectation is, what dependence is, and what... love is?"

Duan Anluo covered his chest, feeling half angry and half disgusted, and wanted to vomit.

Xiang Wenshu said viciously, "These human emotions are like the most poisonous shackles, becoming my inner demon! To me, it makes no difference whether I get you or destroy you! Since you have chosen him, then seal me! Otherwise, I will become your eternal nightmare!"

Duan Anluo said no more. With a flick of his wrist, the specially made red rope shot out again, aiming directly at Xiang Wenshu's demon soul!

"I can't tie you up!" Xiang Wenshu's demonic power surged, shaking off the shackles.

Duan Anluo's eyes became fierce, and he cut his palm without hesitation, and blood instantly soaked the red rope.

The red rope suddenly shone brightly, tightened suddenly, and penetrated deeply into Xiang Wenshu's soul!

Xiang Wenshu groaned. This time, he clearly felt an unprecedented binding force, as if his soul was nailed down.

What shocked him even more was that the black energy that Duan Anluo had injected into his body before began to devour him like a living thing, robbing him of the resentment that he depended on for survival.

Contained in that black air is the terrifying power of the ancient demon god.

This condensed soul is rapidly losing control!

Xiang Wenshu struggled hard, but found that his soul was trapped in an invisible quagmire, suppressed by the blood-stained red rope and the power of the devil, and could not move.

A flash of extreme resentment flashed across his twisted face, but then it transformed into a frantic admiration: "As expected of you... Duan Anluo! You actually found such a sinister method to restrain me in such a short time... But so what? I won't die! As long as there is still resentment in the world, I will return!"

"Then tie you back up," Duan Anluo said without giving in. He yanked the red rope hard, "I can wear you out to death!"

The rope cut deep into his soul, nearly severing it. Xiang Wenshu stumbled, but abruptly stopped, refusing to move. He stared at Duan Anluo with his bloodshot eyes, filled with madness and obsession.

There was no hope of escape, and an unstable light began to illuminate from the depths of his demon soul. He wanted to self-destruct, fight to the death, and drag Duan Anluo down with him!

Duan Anluo and Si Cang's expressions changed at the same time. This lunatic!

The two men attacked at the same time. No matter what, they would kill him again. They would kill him as many times as he lived! Anyway, there was a rope around his soul. No matter where he ran to, they would find him!

At this moment, something strange happened!

In the vortex of soul power that was struggling violently and about to explode, a light blue figure wearing an ancient robe struggled to appear.

He exerted all his strength to suppress Xiang Wenshu's demonic spirit, forcibly curbing the tendency of self-destruction, then turned towards Duan Anluo and knelt down slowly and respectfully.

Duan Anluo was shocked and shouted, "Zhu Chuan?"

The figure in green robe turned out to be the remaining soul of Zhu Chuan.

He raised his head and gave Duan Anluo a smile that spanned five hundred years. He used up the last of his strength to temporarily control the riot of Xiang Wenshu's demon soul.

"Master," a faint voice finally reached me. "Back then, I was so focused on finding you that, in a moment of confusion, I sacrificed my soul to this demon, greatly increasing his power. By the time I realized he had harmed countless lives, it was too late to stop him..."

Zhu Chuan's soul became increasingly transparent. "Fortunately, you placed countless protective restrictions on me, so I wasn't fused with him. Over time, I actually became part of his demon soul. I've been practicing the formula you taught me for the past five hundred years, holding on, waiting for the moment when I could deliver a fatal blow. Please place the seal on this remnant of my soul... I'll take him with me... and die together... This is the last thing I can do..."

"No!" Duan Anluo's hands were shaking as he looked at Zhu Chuan's pleading shadow that was about to disappear.

He couldn't bring himself to kill someone who had followed him for many years and was loyal to him.

He wanted to extract Zhu Chuan's soul and stabilize it, but before he could touch it, the other party's soul almost dissipated.

"Hurry! Master! You should have noticed... I can't hold on any longer..." Zhu Chuan's soul was as light as smoke, as if it would disappear in the next second.

Duan Anluo closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only resolute pain and determination in his eyes.

He gathered the sealing power at his fingertips, "Zhu Chuan, I..."

Zhu Chuan smiled and kowtowed three times to Duan Anluo, looking at him expectantly. This was his last plea.

Duan Anluo gritted his teeth, knowing that this was his best chance. Even without Zhu Chuan's seal, he would be shattered.

Duan Anluo's face turned cold, and he used blood as a guide to seal it!

"Master, I, the remnant soul of Zhu Chuan, bid farewell!

Being able to serve you as my Lord and be at your side in this life is a blessing Zhu Chuan could never achieve in his entire reincarnation. Master, you saved me from the flames, provided me with food and clothing, taught me righteousness, helped me seek revenge, and led me to the Dao. This kindness, this virtue, is as great as the mountains and as deep as the sea. Zhu Chuan...will never forget it.

Today, Zhu Chuan is able to use this remaining spirit to help his master eliminate the great evil and make up for the past mistakes. He is only happy and has no regrets.

I only wish that from now on, my master, you will have a smooth journey, be healthy in both body and mind, and live with Master Si Cang for eternity. May your path be free of storms and snow, and may all your journeys be smooth and all your sights be bright.

Master... take care!"

The sealed light bloomed fiercely and briefly like the last sunset, engulfing Xiang Wenshu's twisted soul and Zhu Chuan's pale blue residual soul.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a heart-pounding silence.

The light faded, and nothing was left in the air, no ashes, no trace, as if nothing had ever existed.

Completely...scared to pieces.

Along with Xiang Wenshu's undying obsession born out of resentment, and Zhu Chuan's last bit of spiritual consciousness after struggling for five hundred years... all disappeared.

Duan Anluo's outstretched hand was still frozen in mid-air, and there seemed to be a tingling sensation on his fingertips caused by the power of the seal, but his palm was empty.

He watched helplessly as Zhu Chuan, with that relieved smile on his face, completely turned into nothingness in front of him.

An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness was like an icy tide, instantly flooding his limbs and bones.

They won, eliminated the ferocious beasts that were wreaking havoc on the world, and protected countless lives.

But he also lost, he lost the person who used to follow him every day and loyally called him "Master".

He couldn't even save Zhu Chuan's last remaining soul.

It felt like a piece of my heart was being torn out, leaving me with a hollow and painful feeling.

The pain was not severe, but deep and long-lasting.

He stood there, the mountain wind blowing his blood-stained clothes, and his back looked a little thin.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked and no sound came out.

After five hundred years of separation, they were thought to have been separated by the Yin and Yang, but today they were able to have a brief "reunion". However, the price of this reunion was complete annihilation and eternal life.

He saved many people, but he couldn't save one of the people closest to him.

This realization is more exhausting than any physical trauma.

Si Cang silently sheathed his sword and walked over to him. Without any words of comfort, he simply reached out and tightly grasped Duan Anluo's cold, slightly trembling hand.

The warm touch comes through the skin, which is a solid support.

Duan Anluo didn't look back and let Si Cang hold his hand.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the air filled with the smell of burnt and blood, and then slowly exhaled.

When he opened his eyes again, the pain surging in his eyes was forced down, "It's over."

He spoke softly, as if he was telling Si Cang, as if he was telling himself, and as if he was telling the disappeared Zhu Chuan.

The forest was silent, with only the night wind howling, as if playing the final elegy for the completely dissipated soul.

Duan Anluo once again looked in the direction where Zhu Chuan disappeared. He was still sad, but with a bit more painful understanding.

Zhu Chuan's final choice was to use his own soul as a prison, carrying Xiang Wenshu with him to annihilation. This was not only revenge, but also atonement, and it was the most decisive way to prevent a greater disaster.

This merit is enough to wash away the mistakes he made when he was deceived, and perhaps it can also earn him a bit of sympathy from heaven and earth and a bit of mercy from heaven.

"He...left in the right place." Duan Anluo whispered, his voice a little hoarse, but with a kind of calmness after the dust settled.

Zhu Chuan used his last bit of willpower to choose protection, which was the same as the original intention of the book boy who followed him and took good care of the creatures in the mountains.

Si Cang sensed the change in his mood and turned his head to look at him, his figure reflected in his deep eyes.

"Yeah." He responded, briefly but full of understanding.

Duan Anluo took a deep breath and suppressed his surging emotions.

Si Cang clenched his hand, his palm warm and strong, tightly wrapped around Duan Anluo's cold fingers, silently transmitting the strength of support. Duan Anluo subconsciously returned the grip, but his fingertips touched something sticky and wet. Was it blood?

He suddenly came back to his senses, retracted his gaze and fell on Si Cang.

There were several wounds of varying depths on Si Cang's shoulders and arms, and his clothes were torn in several places. The blood that seeped out had soaked the dark fabric.

Although Si Cang stood straight with a stern look on his face, Duan Anluo could sense the disorder in his aura.

The dull pain in my heart hadn't subsided yet, but it was now accompanied by a sharp tightening sensation.

He quickly called Xiaohua out and asked her to treat Si Cang's wound.

Si Cang pulled up Duan Anluo's injured hand and said, "Heal this first."

Duan Anluo hid his hands behind his back without caring. His injury was just a superficial one, while Si Cang's was more serious.

"Be obedient!" Si Cang held his hand, not allowing him to refuse.

Duan Anluo pursed his lips. Although it was a bit embarrassing, but being glared at by Si Cang, the grievance and sadness in his heart were suddenly aroused. His eyes became hot and he couldn't help but have red eyes.

Si Cang had fought such a fierce battle without panicking, but now he was suddenly in a panic, "Is it too painful?"

Duan Anluo's mouth twitched and he shook his head, wanting to say that he could still bear this little pain, but it was he who felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Are you still sad for Zhu Chuan?" Si Cang reacted and raised his hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes. "He left without regrets. He found you."

Duan Anluo nodded vigorously, "I know, it's just that I feel bad."

Si Cang is poisonous and can make him so fragile.

When the wound on its hand disappeared, Xiaohua was also out of strength. It had no strength to heal the wound on Si Cang's body. It was too small and its ability was too low.

Si Cang said nonchalantly, "It's okay, it's not bleeding anymore. I soaked it in medicine when I was a kid, and the wound healed quickly."

"That needs to be handled properly too. Don't leave any dirt behind. It will cause fever if it gets inflamed." Duan Anluo carefully checked Si Cang's wound and called the logistics department to come and deal with it through the encrypted channel.

The touch brought a stinging sensation, but Si Cang didn't even frown, just looked at him quietly.

Duan Anluo raised his eyebrows. What's wrong?

Si Cang shook his head, "It's okay."

The pain in front of me can be healed, but the departed soul cannot be brought back. But having protected what should be protected and ended what should be ended, this heavy page has finally been turned.

We still have to keep going on the road ahead.

He and Si Cang still have a long way to go in the future.

Just when Duan Anluo's mood was gradually calming down, something strange happened.

Without any warning, an indescribable, warm and powerful force descended from the sky like a golden torrent, instantly enveloping him.

Duan Anluo's body trembled slightly, and he felt his mind was clear and his whole body was light as if he was about to fly, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

All the merits and virtues he had accumulated in his previous life, as vast as the ocean, have now all returned to him!

Golden light is swirling, and the Dharma image is formed!

"So that's how it is..." Duan Anluo suddenly realized and smiled bitterly with a hint of helplessness.

As expected, he died in his previous life, and this huge merit was temporarily "withheld" by the Heavenly Dao. It was both a restriction and a test.

Now that the scourge of Xiang Wenshu has been completely resolved, the cause and effect have been settled, and Heaven has returned all of this to him as promised.

However, the grand spectacle of the golden light only lasted for a short moment. Before Duan Anluo could even fully appreciate this long-lost powerful force, the brilliant merits surrounding his body seemed to be pulled by some rules and transformed into purer and more condensed golden lights, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, actively and continuously flowing towards Si Cang beside him!

Duan Anluo:!!!

A hint of surprise flashed in Si Cang's eyes. He could clearly feel that a force of merit that was far more powerful and purer than before was flowing into his body.

Not only did he quickly restore the merits that had disappeared before, but he also restored the luck that had been corroded by Duan Anluo's black energy.

Duan Anluo felt like crying even more. "Please leave some! Did he use up so much?"

The reason he was able to be reborn was thanks to Si Cang's merits and luck.

Now, Heaven is returning his merits from his previous life, and the primary mission of this merit is to automatically fill the karmic debt he owes to Si Cang.

The way of heaven is fair and unambiguous.

As the power of merit was transferred, Duan Anluo did not feel any weakness or loss. Instead, he felt an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort.

The karma he had carried was finally cleared, and he was still shining with golden light.

Now that he was no longer burdened with a massive debt of merit, he felt the true freedom of his soul.

What is even more amazing is that, perhaps because he solved the huge disaster of Xiang Wenshu, new merits belonging to this life are quietly condensing in him, like bright starlight, full of vitality, and integrated with himself, without any barriers.

He watched Si Cang's aura become more dignified and majestic due to the return of his merits. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he gently touched the back of Si Cang's hand: "The property has been returned to its original owner, with interest."

Si Cang felt the fullness and strength in his body, even greater than before, and then looked at the person next to him who was relaxed and relieved, with his brows relaxed. Si Cang's face darkened. He still wanted Duan Anluo to owe him, so that Duan Anluo could not escape.

Duan Anluo saw through his thoughts, held Si Cang's hand tightly, and comforted him: "Don't worry, even without this restriction, I will not leave you."

Si Cang whispered, "It doesn't matter. Go wherever you want. I can catch up with you."

Duan Anluo was finally amused, and the heaviness in his heart felt much better.

The golden light faded, and the forest returned to silence. The two stood side by side, one blessed with merit and at ease, the other possessing perfect luck and a powerful presence.

The past is over, and from now on, as long as they are together, no difficulties can overwhelm them.

Assistant Fang shouted until his voice was hoarse: "What's going on? Is it resolved?"

Duan Anluo wiped the dust off his face and said concisely: "It's solved. Send the logistics team up. Si Cang is injured."

"Okay, logistics will be over right away." Assistant Fang reminded, "A monster has already escaped. We need to clean it up as soon as possible! And there's also this fire all over the mountain! Duan Anluo, please make it rain. Don't let the fire spread. Make sure it's dealt with thoroughly."

Duan Anluo was speechless. "What do you take me for? A turtle in a wishing well? Who can make any wish come true?"

Assistant Fang clasped his hands together and practically knelt down before him. "Dad! Dad! Come up with a solution! This is causing both earthquakes and howling demons. The online public opinion is about to explode. We can't suppress it anymore!"

Duan Anluo was given a headache by his noise, "When you see me again, remember what to call me?"

"I call you daddy! Father! Ancestor! Please, clean it up quickly!"

"And that thing that can be blown up?"

"Next time, I'll give you the command and let you blow it up!"

"Alright then." Duan Anluo said no more, took a deep breath, and a flicker of determination flashed in his eyes. He spread his arms, and the spiritual energy around him surged wildly on an unprecedented scale!

Countless merits flowed, golden light floated, and spiritual power circulated faster.

"Seven Star Soul Locking Formation! Rise!" An incomparably huge soul formation that covered the entire mountain area suddenly rose from the ground!

Runes flow on the light curtain, drawing the power of the stars in the night sky, shining brightly.

At the same time, Si Cang felt something in his heart, and raised his hand to wave out a piece of black karma fire. The flame merged into the formation as if it had life, causing the light curtain to flow with the bright light of the stars and the darkness of the karma fire at the same time.

After the formation was formed, it began to slowly shrink inward.

Duan Anluo's spiritual consciousness was connected to the entire formation. He now became the master of this world, accurately locking onto every monster that was fleeing in panic in the formation.

The next moment, he gently moved his finger downwards.

In the sky, the power of the stars turned into countless beams of blazing white light, smashing down towards the monsters with precision.

On the ground, the karmic fire that was integrated into the formation was like an erupting volcano, sweeping up and burning these sins from bottom to top.

The sky was smashing and the ground was burning. The entire mountain range was shaking violently at this moment. The rumbling sound was endless, as if the heaven and earth were shaking.

The scene was like the end of the world, or like divine punishment coming to the world. It was extremely spectacular and terrifying.

Duan Anluo seemed to want to completely vent all the powerlessness, grief and anger that had accumulated when he faced Zhu Chuan's disappearance. He poured out his own spiritual energy without reservation and frantically urged the power of the formation.

When the breath of the last monster was completely annihilated by the power of the stars and the fire of karma, a dull thunder was heard in the sky at the right time.

Immediately afterwards, raindrops as big as beans fell down with a crackling sound, and in an instant turned into a downpour, pouring down on the burning mountains and forests.

The rain washed away the scorched earth, as well as the remaining evil spirits and bloodstains.

The flames gradually died down in the rain, leaving only the diffuse white mist and the dead silence of those who had survived the disaster.

Duan Anluo's body swayed, and he felt weak from overdrawing his spiritual energy. Si Cang, who had been keeping an eye on him, reached out and held him firmly, supporting him from almost falling to the ground.

With this force, the wound on Si Cang's shoulder that had barely stopped bleeding suddenly broke open, and bright red blood flowed out again.

"You..." Duan Anluo couldn't care less about himself. As soon as he saw the glaring red, his heart tightened. The two of them supported each other and slowly walked to a relatively intact large rock and sat down.

Duan Anluo carefully checked his wound, his fingertips trembling slightly, and his voice became softer: "Does it hurt?"

Si Cang habitually wanted to shake his head and say it didn't hurt, but when he saw Duan Anluo's eyes filled with heartache and worry, the words on his lips changed direction and turned into a low voice with a hint of grievance: "It hurts, it hurts so much."

After hearing this, Duan Anluo was even more afraid to touch him. He quickly shouted down the mountain: "Logistics! Where are the logistics people?! Come up quickly!"

The logistics staff who came running over heard Duan Anluo's voice and thought something serious had happened to Si Cang, so they rushed up like crazy with a medical kit on their backs.

Even Bai Ziyue and the others were frightened and ran towards Si Cang like crazy.

Assistant Fang and the president couldn't see the situation on the scene, and their hearts tightened, their faces turned pale with nervousness.

Then, the people who ran over saw Si Cang's face with a smile on his lips.

Looking at the merits and fortune of the two people, everyone gasped: Where did these two little golden men come from? ! !

The author has something to say:

My fingers have been typing away for the past few days, and there should be one more chapter. I will hopefully publish it on October 1st, hehe~~ The next chapter will start in no more than two months, and I will save it as soon as I get back!