Chapter 43043 No Shame

Chapter 43

Yingji looked closely at Kongfan's master, an old monk who looked serious and old-fashioned.

She turned back to look at Kong Fan and asked, "Will he capture me and put me in the Demon Locking Tower?"

"The Demon Locking Tower only holds demons, not humans." Kong Fan explained in a gentle voice.

Yingji asked again: "Will he scold you or punish you?"

Kong Fan did not answer, but said, "Go back to your room."

Yingji looked at Kongfan deeply, and without saying anything more, she stood up and walked into the house. She heard Kongfan say behind her:

"Master, you came out of retreat early."

Kong Fan stood up and walked to his master.

Wu Chen looked at his most outstanding disciple and said, "Wu Sheng will awaken me."

Kong Fan frowned and said, "Because Kong Fan made Master worry."

Wu Chen reached out to Kong Fan.

Kong Fan raised his wrist calmly.

A stream of light fell from Wuchen's fingertips onto Kongfan's wrist, and the spiritual power stone in Kongfan's body created a layer of golden ripples like falling into water.

Wu Chen sensed the decrease in his disciple's spiritual energy, shook his head, and sighed, "You really have broken the precepts."

"Yes." Kong Fan admitted frankly.

"Are you ashamed?"

“No shame.”

Wu Chen stared at Kong Fan for a long moment, then withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and said, "Follow me, Master."

Kong Fan followed Wu Chen to many places.

Wu Chen took Kong Fan to the Demon City first. As the master and disciple walked slowly along the dark and damp road, the clinking of chains could be heard from time to time.

Kong Fan glanced sideways and saw many slaves with shackles on their hands and feet. These were ordinary mortals who, for reasons either voluntary or involuntary, had signed slave contracts and were enslaved by the demons of this demon city.

They walked forward with hunched bodies and empty eyes.

Wuchen walked in front, Kongfan behind. Wuchen led Kongfan along the long road. After they left the demon city, the sound of heavy chains faded from their ears.

Wu Chen continued to move forward without stopping, and in a moment he traveled a thousand miles with one step.

Kong Fan followed closely behind.

Wu Chen took Kong Fan to Xuan Jian Sect.

The Xuanjian Sect, once the most prominent sword sect throughout history, has gradually declined over the past few hundred years. The sect's disciples, once considered the pride of heaven, have become carefree individuals who indulge in drinking and pleasure.

Thick dust had fallen on the rocks of Xuanjian Sect, and the rampant weeds had covered the last word "Zong" (Zong).

Kong Fan lowered his eyes and took another look at the wild grass growing haphazardly.

Wu Chen took Kong Fan up the mountain and looked at the once glorious sect, which was now deserted and covered with dust.

Kong Fan suddenly heard a hiccup. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a blue-clothed disciple from the Xuanjian Sect hanging upside down on a wooden ladder, snoring in the sun.

A croaking bird's hoarse voice disturbed his deep sleep. A Xuanjian Sect disciple, hanging upside down on a wooden ladder, impatiently waved his sword. A flash of light shot out, slicing off two of the bird's feathers. Startled, the bird let out a sharp cry, flapped its long wings, and fled as if to escape.

"Finally, it's quiet." The disciple of Xuanjian Sect scratched his face and continued to sleep.

Kong Fan could see clearly that even when he was drunk, the power of the sword he casually swung was just right, just to scare away the bird without hurting it.

Wu Chen asked, "Kong Fan, the Xuanjian Sect once gathered the most talented spiritual cultivators in the world. Do you know why the Xuanjian Sect has fallen into such a state today?"

Kong Fan's eyes dimmed and he nodded: "Because no matter how talented they are or how hard they work, they will never be able to ascend."

The Xuanjian Sect disciple, who was sleeping while hanging upside down on the wooden ladder, heard the conversation between the master and the disciple and suddenly opened his eyes. His drunken eyes suddenly became clear. But the master and the disciple had already left the Xuanjian Sect.

Wu Chen took Kong Fan to many places.

Go to the most ordinary markets and villages in the world, see the hard work of ordinary people, and look at the innocent smiles of children.

In the mountains where animals fight, wild beasts fight for their lives. The losers are eaten alive, and the winners escape with injuries to face the next danger.

As the sky darkened, whistles blew, and the exorcists, leading groups of the dead, shuttled through the night. The sticky night seemed to be stained with mournful wails.

Kong Fan raised his head to look at the low sky, where the hanging moon was emitting a pale light.

"Kong Fan, when you were young, you once asked me why we should believe in karma since there is no afterlife."

Wu Chen's serious features slowly formed a kind smile, and he asked again: "Will this unfair world always be like this?"

Kong Fan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The air was filled with the deathly aura left by the undead.

He slowly knelt down, kneeling straight: "Kong Fan knows his mistake."

Wu Chen looked at Kong Fan for a long time, then asked, "If time and space were reversed and we could go back to the past, would you still break the precepts?"

Kong Fan was silent for only a moment, then said, "I still will."

He raised his head, his eyes clear and resolute. "I know I was wrong, but I have no shame, and no regrets."

Wu Chen was speechless. It was as if all his efforts throughout the day had been for nothing. He shook his head helplessly, thinking of the striking woman in red, and swallowed his words back.

"Kong Fan accepts the punishment."

Wu Chen said helplessly: "Kong Fan, anyone can give up this path, but you can't."

"Kong Fan will never give up."

Wu Chen shook his head compassionately: "Kong Fan, this world is full of choices and giving up. There is no such thing as having both."

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When Kong Fan returned, it was already past midnight. He saw the light on in Yingji's room from afar.

Yingji also knew that he was back at the first time, and she hurriedly got up and opened the door.

She stood at the door, Kong Fan stood in the courtyard, and the two looked at each other from a distance.

Yingji looked at Kongfan. He still looked the same as when he left, his expression had not changed. He was always gentle and smiling, even more gentle than the moonlight.

Yingji asked softly, "Did you get punished?"

"No." Kong Fan smiled, "Don't worry, go to bed early."

Yingji looked at him hesitantly and asked, "Aren't you going to chase me away?"

Kong Fan smiled and shook his head, saying gently, "I've said it before, you are always free. It's up to you to go or stay, no one can interfere with you."

Yingji frowned and looked at him.

Kong Fan smiled and repeated, "Go to bed early."

Yingji turned around slowly. She had just taken a step when she turned back and looked at Kongfan. She said, "I didn't know your master was there at the time."

Kong Fan nodded, his voice gentle and soothing: "Nothing."

Yingji then closed the door. After a while, she turned off the light and went to bed.

Kong Fan didn't enter his room. He sat on the ground in the courtyard, his eyes closed, lost in meditation. All around him was quiet, the distant chirping of insects piercing his ears. Later, as he concentrated on his cultivation, he lost all awareness of the clamor of insects and birds.

The next morning, when Yingji came out of the room, she saw Kongfan still meditating and practicing.

She walked over, squatted in front of Kong Fan, and looked at him carefully.

Kong Fan suddenly opened his eyes, startling Ying Ji and causing her to stumble backwards. Kong Fan reached out and grasped her wrist, holding her steady.

He quickly withdrew his hand.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

Yingji shook her head. She said, "I'm going to go out for a walk and try my luck to see if there are any wandering demons I can practice my skills with."

"I have to guard the Soul-Exterminating Well today." Kong Fan paused, "Don't be reckless and try to catch the big monster."

The implication was that if she was in danger, he might not be able to rush there immediately today.

"Oh." Yingji said, "Then I won't go. I'll read a book at home and wait for you to come back."

Kong Fan looked at her in slight surprise. He was not used to her sudden "docility".

Kong Fan thought for a moment and then said, "This is the last time we will guard the Soul-Exterminating Well. After that, we will leave Lingyu Country. I will take you to find the person who developed the Hehuan Yueqing Water and ask him to develop an antidote."

"Okay." Yingji agreed without hesitation.

Kong Fan was even more surprised. If it were before, she would have said something else. He looked at her suspiciously, waiting for her next words.

But Yingji said nothing, but just handed her wrist to Kongfan.

Kong Fan didn't bother to investigate, knowing full well that the poison in her body was about to set in. He frowned, worried about the inevitable loss of his spiritual power.

But he didn't tell Yingji, nor did he intend to let her know.

"Okay. I understand." He continued smiling. He stopped fiddling with the Buddhist beads in his hand, stood up, and walked towards the Soul-Extinguishing Well.

Yingji watched Kongfan walk away and stood in the courtyard for a while. As she turned around, she heard Kou Yuze's kind and excited voice.

"Aying!"

Yingji frowned, but when she turned around to face Kou Yuze, a gentle smile appeared on her face.