Chapter 133 It's Not Like That

What does it feel like to meet a monk recuperating from injuries while on the run?

Qi Rong didn't know that he was in such a panic that everyone looked like a savior to him.

"Please! Save my grandpa, save Miaomiao, save the people in the village!"

He dropped to his knees before the monk, clutching his robe and begging.

The monk had just experienced a great battle and was seriously injured. He wanted to come to the forest to recuperate, but he found blood gushing into the sky not far away. He was hesitating whether to go and investigate when he saw a child with tears in his eyes, stumbling towards him.

He wondered if the child was a survivor, and the child actually begged for his help.

"A bloody disaster is a bad omen. Many people were indeed killed and injured, but I..." The monk in white robe frowned and couldn't help coughing twice. He had internal injuries, and it would be useless for him to go.

"Then what should I do..."

Little Qirong couldn't think of anything else. He could only hold on to the monk's robe tightly. "As long as you can save my grandfather, save Miaomiao, and save the whole village, I'll do anything you ask me to do...really!"

The monk looked at the pitiful child with a kind of pity, "How about this, there's a sea lotus on a cliff not far away that I could use. If you could help me get it, that would be great."

"Okay! I'll go right away!"

It didn't sound like a simple task, but Xiao Qirong agreed without hesitation. He needed hope, a promise. Even if it was just a small possibility, he would try his best to give it a try.

The small leaf against the back of his neck trembled, but it was of no use.

Qi Rong found the steep cliff according to what the cultivator said. It was difficult to move forward in the dark night without a light to guide the way. The towering mountains seemed to have no end. Qi Rong was timid but did not retreat. He clung to the rocks and climbed up little by little. Sometimes his feet slipped and he almost fell into the abyss. His hands stuck on the rocks kept shaking, but he gritted his teeth and continued to climb up. To be honest, he didn't feel tired at all, but he couldn't control the direction well and didn't know how to get the Blue Sea Lotus faster.

He seemed to hear their screams in his ears and smell the strong smell of blood at the tip of his nose. The reality and the cruel nightmare combined with each other at this moment, making him look dazed for a moment and wonder if he was dreaming.

But he didn't stop.

And I don’t know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to be climbing faster and faster!

The emerald green sea lotus emitting a bright green light came into his sight. Qi Rong was overjoyed. He climbed faster and soon arrived right under the sea lotus. He stretched out his hand and tried to pick it, but he couldn't touch it at all. There was nothing else around the sea lotus that he could step on.

Xiao Qirong pursed her lips, a fierce look flashing across her eyes.

He exerted force on his feet, and his whole body flew up a distance. He hooked his palm around the Azure Sea Lotus, holding it by the root and stem. But then, his body suddenly fell down.

Qi Rong looked at the sky which was getting farther and farther away, and suddenly had a thought: if he died, would his grandfather and the others be able to come back to life?

But the only answer he got was the heart-wrenching pain after his body fell to the ground.

He felt like he was dead, but the wind blowing in his ears told him that he was still alive.

Qi Rong struggled to get up from the ground. The pain in his body, like a broken bone, made him bite the corner of his mouth and bleed continuously. His legs were limping. Holding the Azure Sea Lotus in his hand, he walked back step by step, holding on to the mountain wall.

The monk had not expected this.

The moment he saw the Azure Sea Lotus, his first reaction was that it was fake, but the spiritual essence contained in it would not lie. Then he looked at the wounds on the little boy in white that were almost completely gone, and sighed slightly.

After taking the Blue Sea Lotus, the monk sat cross-legged.

A light green light surrounded him, and soon his complexion looked much better.

"Now...can you go and save my relatives?"

Qi Rong looked at him longingly.

"Let's go."

Just two words are like lighting up the dark night.

Qi Rong's eyes lit up and he nodded heavily.

The altar wrapped with black and red silk threads became increasingly eerie and cold.

Chen Cheng sat cross-legged in the middle of the altar, closed his eyes and listened to the screams of people falling one after another.

"Evil creature! Your actions are against the will of heaven! Why don't you surrender?"

"How dare a mere child meddle in my affairs? Go to hell!"

Two figures, one white and one black, quickly started fighting.

Qi Rong ran to the altar to pull those who were going to die, but he was pushed away again.

"Immortal! Immortal! Save the people first, I beg you to help me save the people first!"

Qi Rong raised his head and shouted towards the sky.

But no one responded to him. Instead, a rainbow-like sword energy came down from above and directly killed several people.

"No...it's not like that..."

Qi Rong looked at those who fell to the ground and shook his head in fear: "Save them! Save them first! They are just being controlled, they are not dead yet, they are still alive!"

"Boom—"

Chen Cheng was thrown down and happened to fall into a pile of dead bodies.

He coughed twice, wiped the blood, and stood up again to attack the cultivator.

"grandfather!"

Qi Rong ran to the pile of corpses.

Because of the powerful impact and inertia, the already fragile corpses had already been shattered into pieces. Grandpa Qi's intact body was now in pieces, with only the head falling off.

"That's not it, that's not what I want!"

Qi Rong hugged Grandpa Qi, his eyes hazy: "Why...why on earth..."

The fight above doesn't care about the lives of the people below.

Qi Rong saw that the number of people killed by the sword energy was far greater than that of the sacrifices. He could not help but said, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

[If you keep fighting like this, someone will die... Be careful!!]

Before Qi Rong could react, a massive white ball of light hurtled towards him. Little Qi Rong was blown away, spitting blood, his expression shifting between daze and death. He seemed both dead and alive.

He seemed to see his grandfather waving at him and calling him to go home for dinner.

But it disappeared in the next breath.

"alright."

He heard someone talking.

"Why...why not save them..."

Qi Rong spoke weakly. He looked at the white-robed monk and asked in confusion, "Why didn't you save them? Why did you kill them? They're still alive and can still be saved!"

"so what?"

The monk looked at the angry Qi Rong coldly. "Who knows if they will turn against me under the control of that demon? Besides, they are just mortals and will die sooner or later. If they reincarnate now, maybe they can find a good family in their next life. It's better than living with broken arms and legs."

Qi Rong clenched his fists: "Aren't you a cultivator? Isn't it said that cultivators...have great love in their hearts?!"

The monk nodded in agreement: "Yes. Otherwise, why would I have accepted your request and come to deal with that demon?"