Chapter 59: After Abandoning the Poor Little Apprentice 19 "Fuwei, Fuwei,...
The hall was completely silent. Even the self-proclaimed vicious demon god was stunned. He asked blankly, "You just dug out his heart like that?"
Fu Wei said: "Stop talking nonsense and help me break through."
Before everyone could react, Fu Wei's spiritual power condensed in his hands, and the red lotus fire burned, floating on his bright red wedding dress. He laughed wildly and wantonly, like a seductive ghost from hell.
"I don't choose anything!"
As the voice fell, red lotus fire shot up into the sky. No matter whether it was the hundreds of immortal sects or the demon clans in the devil world, they were all forced to retreat. Fu Wei also took this opportunity to transform his body into a stream of light and disappeared.
Rong Jiao was horrified and hurriedly chased after him.
But this time was different. In the past, when Fu Wei left, there would be fluctuations in spiritual power, but this time there was nothing, as if she disappeared in an instant.
The hundreds of immortal families were also anxious and all surrounded Ji Guang. Xie Qingling was busy casting spells to stabilize Ji Guang's injuries. Only Feng Chixue covered his head with his hands, with an indifferent expression, and left quietly.
It was a nice wedding, but the groom ran away and the Sword Master Jiguang had his heart dug out. It was so exciting.
Seeing that Fu Wei had disappeared, Rong Jiao didn't feel as angry as last time. Perhaps it was because Fu Wei had taken Ji Guang's heart out. Thinking of this, Rong Jiao silently touched his heart. For some reason, he was no longer jealous and felt more calm than ever before.
Fu Wei doesn't like Ji Guang, Fu Wei hates Ji Guang, Fu Wei detests Ji Guang.
Fu Wei saved Ji Guang in order to kill him, and Fu Wei killed herself for revenge, not for the wild man.
Rong Jiao immediately came to his senses and was very happy.
Then he ordered everyone in the Demon Realm to throw all the immortal families including Ji Guang out of the Demon Palace, and then issued an order in the Three Realms that Fu Wei was the Demon Queen he married in a formal ceremony, and whoever dared to hurt Fu Wei would be wiped out by him. If you have the courage, just come.
For a time, people in the three realms were in panic.
These two black-hearted couple finally met each other.
Even he couldn't find Fu Wei, so he probably couldn't find that group of trash either. Rong Jiao was very worried, which made him think of Feng Chixue.
Yes, that woman Feng Chixue must know.
"Someone, bring Feng Chixue to me!"
Helan Qin, who was standing beside him, shuddered with fear and asked in a low voice, "May I ask if there is anything wrong with Master Xunfeng, Your Majesty?"
Rong Jiao said calmly, "I want to ask your wife something. Bring her here. I won't mind what you did."
It was about the last Red Dust Banquet when Helan Qin helped Fu Wei escape.
Helan Qin looked at Rong Jiao in disbelief: "You know everything?"
Rong Jiao stroked the ruby chain on his wrist, which was originally worn on Fu Wei's ankle and later on his wrist.
"I'm not blind," Rong Jiao said. "I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself from your crime. Bring Feng Chixue here. I'll ask her some questions and not embarrass him."
Helan Qin then breathed a sigh of relief and agreed.
After a while, Feng Chixue was invited back.
"Greetings to His Majesty the Demon Emperor."
Rong Jiao asked, "What exactly happened between Jiguang and Fuwei? Tell me the whole truth."
Feng Chixue remained silent and was unwilling to tell anyone.
Rong Jiao said bluntly, "He dug out Jiguang's heart. Now I don't know how many people want to catch him. Only I can protect him."
Feng Chixue sighed slightly and then told the story.
Meanwhile, in the Shangqing Immortal Sect, Xie Qingling questioned Jiguang, "How did Fuwei get the backlash curse? Jiguang, what did you do?! Do you know how painful that backlash curse is?"
Jiguang's lips trembled, and he closed his eyes deeply. After a long while, he said, "I'm sorry..."
…
The demon jumped out from Fu Wei's body and looked at the thatched house in front of him curiously.
"Where is this place?"
Fu Wei: "It's my home."
The demon laughed at him: "You are a sword spirit, where is your home?"
Fu Wei: "This is my home."
Many, many years ago, Fu Wei was a sword spirit. He was forged by Chang Huan, the first swordsmith in ancient times. On the day the sword was completed, the heavy rain that had been falling for several days came to an abrupt end, the dark clouds dissipated, the sun shone on the earth, the sky was filled with rosy clouds, and cranes were flying. The gorgeous fairy and demon sword was born, and a little sword spirit was born at the same time.
This is the most perfect work in Chang Huan's sword-making career.
Chang Huan named him Fuwei, hoping that he could uphold justice and help the weak and the humble.
But Fu Wei knew nothing at that time. He was just a little sword spirit, a little sword spirit that looked like a child of only five or six years old.
He is immature and ignorant about everything. His favorite thing is to lie next to the sword-making furnace and watch Chang Huan forge swords.
Chang Huan treated him very well. She would give him good candy pills, make delicious cakes for him, embroider on his torn clothes, and chase him around the yard with a feather duster when he got into trouble.
They had spent a very ordinary and precious time together.
At that time, Chang Huan often said: "Fuwei, when you grow up, you must be a good person, understand? You must take it as your responsibility to protect the Three Realms. Let's be saviors who save the people together, just like what the storybook says."
Although Fu Wei didn't understand, he stared at the pastries in Chang Huan's hand and nodded his little head vigorously. As for what he agreed to, he didn't know.
Chang Huan did what she said. With her own strength, she traveled thousands of miles to save every weak person.
But she forgot that a man is innocent unless he possesses a treasure, and the Immortal Demon Sword in her hand is an enviable immortal-level magic weapon.
So the hundreds of immortal families set a trap for Chang Huan and released a ferocious beast into the village.
After Chang Huan knew about it, he went forward to eliminate the demon as expected. In the end, Chang Huan killed the monster at the cost of burning half of his life.
Chang Huan knelt in the mess with his sword in hand. When the villagers saw the beast being killed, they hurried over to see. Fu Wei and Chang Huan both thought that they would receive the care and gratitude of the people as before.
But no.
Everyone laughed happily when they saw Chang Huan was injured.
"Master, Master, this woman is injured. She can't stand up. Come and catch her!"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless disciples from the immortal sect surrounded Chang Huan.
Fu Wei still remembers Chang Huan's incredible look. The people she risked her life to protect laughed at her serious injury. Her fellow disciples pointed swords at them, wanting to kill her.
Despair, confusion, disbelief...
But there is no hatred.
"Why?" Chang Huan muttered to himself.
"Because you are stupid. The Three Realms have always been a place where the strong prey on the weak, and the winner is the king."
"Chang Huan, it's time for you to get going. As for your sword, we will gladly accept it."
This is a lesson Fu Wei has learned from people other than Chang Huan since she was born.
The strong prey on the weak, and the winner is respected.
He no longer remembered clearly what happened that day. He only remembered that Chang Huan was covered in blood, and he had exhausted all his spiritual power to fight his way out of the encirclement.
Later, Chang Huan brought him here.
A thatched house with a lotus pond in front of the door and some chickens and ducks behind the house.
The once sunny girl's eyes have become dull and she no longer clamours to be a saviour.
Fu Wei stayed quietly by Chang Huan's side.
But Chang Huan's injuries were so severe that she did not survive the winter of that year.
Before she died, Chang Huan untied the master-servant contract. Her eyes were red and she rubbed the handle that was just at her waist. Before she could say anything, tears had already fallen.
"I'm leaving, but Fuwei, you're still so young, what if you get bullied?"
Fu Wei cried bitterly. He didn't know what separation of life and death meant. He only knew that Chang Huan was about to disappear and he would never see her again.
"Chang Huan, Chang Huan, please don't die, okay? I will never steal sweet-scented osmanthus cake again. I will be a good boy and won't make you angry again. Please, Chang Huan."
Chang Huan whispered, "Fuwei, don't protect the common people anymore. Protect yourself, okay?"
"Chang Huan..."
Chang Huan used up his last bit of strength, drawing out all his spiritual power, consciousness and soul, enduring the tremendous pain, and transformed it into endless power to save Fu Wei's body.
Her body slowly dissipated, tears falling, making Fu Wei shiver with heat. Chang Huan smiled at Fu Wei and whispered, "It will continue to protect my little sword spirit for me."
That power condensed into a lifelike red lotus at the center of Fu Wei's eyebrows.
The smoke cleared and Chang Huan died.
At that time, Fu Wei did not know how to use this power. He squatted in front of the bed where Chang Huan died for a long time, so long that his stupid brain finally realized that Chang Huan would never come back. Only then did he slowly stand up from the ground and leave the place where they lived together.
When will Fu Wei be able to truly use that power?
Fu Wei was targeted by hundreds of immortal sects and the demon clan, and was hunted down. Finally, he was imprisoned by people from an immortal sect. They forced Fu Wei to recognize them as their master and locked them up in a dark dungeon.
For a whole hundred years, Fu Wei was unable to breathe and lived in a daze.
Until one day, he was transferred out and a stranger came into the dungeon. Fu Wei recognized at a glance that he was the person who had surrounded and suppressed Chang Huan.
The man was very arrogant. He insulted Chang Huan in front of Fu Wei and also threatened Fu Wei.
"That idiot, bitch Chang Huan, it's too easy for her to die like this. And you, the sword spirit who refuses to accept my offer, if you don't acknowledge me as your master again, believe it or not, I will break your spine."
Fu Wei yelled, "You are not allowed to scold Chang Huan!"
The man grinned: "I'm going to scold her. She's just an idiot, just a..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a flash of blood, and the man who had just spoken wildly fell to the ground with blood splattering.
The sword spirit trapped on the pillar had clusters of flames burning around its body, and the faint red lotus mark between its eyebrows flickered with a strange light. The child's body began to grow taller and longer, and in the blink of an eye, he changed from a five or six-year-old child to a young man.
The raging fire is the garment and the hatred is the cage.
He was like a Shura from hell, walking out of the dungeon step by step, the moonlight shining on his evil and charming face.
The corners of his lips curled up, and it was hard to tell whether he was an immortal or a demon. "You all thought she was easy to bully, so you all bullied her. You killed her, and I will kill you all."
"Go to hell."
Then, as if Fuwei King of Hell was calling the shots, he killed all the immortals and demons who had hurt Chang Huan. Wherever he passed, blood flowed like a river and the red lotus fire burned the earth for a hundred days.
At this point, both the immortals and demons were terrified and turned pale at the mention of Fu Weitan.
Until Fuwei met Jiguang.
Jiguang claimed to be a famous and upright sect, but he arrested Fuwei indiscriminately. The two of them fought fiercely, and in the end Fuwei was defeated.
Jiguang wanted Fuwei to recognize him as his master, but Fuwei had endured a hundred years of torture, so naturally he was unwilling to recognize him as his master.
So they made a deal.
Jiguang promised him the title of Sword Lord, the highest honor, and Fuwei was required to help Jiguang whenever he could.
Fu Wei agreed, but Ji Guang deceived him and turned the original transaction oath into a backlash curse, which imprisoned Fu Wei tightly.
"Your cultivation has reached the Spiritual Transformation Stage. Given time, you will surely reach the Tribulation Crossing Stage. However, you have an unruly and unruly personality, and you are used to doing whatever you want. If someone irritates you, you will definitely take action, and I will be powerless to restrain you by then."
"This backlash spell won't harm you. It will only suppress your cultivation and prevent you from hurting others at will. Only if you stay by my side and get my permission, whether you kill or injure others, will you avoid the backlash."
"But don't worry, I will grant you the title of Sword Lord. From then on, you will be second only to the emperor in the Shangqing Immortal Sect. No one will bully you anymore, and you will live a good life."
The pain of backlash is like being scraped alive.
Fu Wei's life is a shit.
Since then, Fu Wei only wanted to kill Ji Guang, but he was cursed with the backlash and could only pretend to be in cahoots with him for a hundred years.
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Demon Palace.
After hearing Feng Chixue's story, Rong Jiao felt extremely distressed.
It turned out that his master had suffered so much in a place he didn't know. How painful it must have been for him to kill so many people in order to avenge him.
He really deserves to die.
Helan Qin couldn't help but ask, "But how do you know so many secrets?"
Feng Chixue's face turned pale as he whispered, "Because I am Chang Huan's reincarnation. Just now, I finally remembered everything."
No wonder she was the most inconspicuous disciple of the previous Pavilion Master, but as soon as Fu Wei appeared, she said she would help her seize the throne.
Rong Jiao looked at her hopefully: "Since you are Chang Huan, you must know where he is, right?"
Feng Chixue shook his head: "I only have Chang Huan's memories. Feng Chixue will always be Feng Chixue. Chang Huan died forever on that winter night. Reincarnation is never the same person, and Feng Chixue will never be the Chang Huan in Fu Wei's heart."
Yes, the reincarnated person washes away all the filth of the past in the Forgetful River and forgets his previous life in front of Meng Po's soup. From then on, he enters the cycle of reincarnation and is no longer the swordsmith Chang Huan.
This is probably the reason why Fu Wei never mentioned this matter in front of Feng Chixue.
Rong Jiao was unwilling to give up. He pleaded, "Now the three realms are all searching for Fu Wei. Although his cultivation has recovered, he is ultimately outnumbered. Pavilion Master, please think about where Fu Wei has gone."
Feng Chixue said: "Maybe Fu Wei will really go somewhere."
Rong Jiao's eyes lit up.
…
After hearing the truth from Ji Guang, Xie Qing Ling was almost furious. She said in disbelief, "No wonder Fu Wei and you have had such a bad relationship over the years. No wonder he went to such great lengths to resurrect you, only to kill you."
"Jiguang, you are unworthy of being the Sword Master! Everyone Fu Wei has killed over the years deserved to die. Has he ever killed an innocent person by mistake? And yet you cast such a curse on him because of something that didn't even occur to you!"
"How cruel your heart is!"
Upon hearing this, the Beast Taming Peak Master's face was filled with accusations as he said, "Junior Brother, if it weren't for Fu Wei supporting the Immortal Sect during the hundred years since you died, the hundreds of immortal sects would have torn us apart."
"No wonder the Sect Master never takes action easily. The few times he did, he immediately went into seclusion after returning."
"Sword Master, the Sect Leader has been very kind to us. It turns out we were wrong about him."
"And when Rong Jiao fought back, if the Sect Master hadn't deliberately distanced ourselves from each other, we would have become bargaining chips to threaten the Sect Master. Our lives would have been in jeopardy."
Xie Qingling smiled bitterly: "Jiguang, you are so cruel."
Ji Guang leaned on the bed without saying a word, probably agreeing with Xie Qingling's words.
…
At this point, even the Demon Lord sighed with emotion: "What a heartful Sword Master of Silence Light, he has for the people. How ruthless!"
Fu Wei sneered, "He deserves to die."
The demon god smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter. As long as you find my demon bones, I will help you get revenge."
Fu Wei raised an eyebrow: "Demon bone?"
This idiot doesn’t even know where the magic bone is?
Demon God: "Yes, Demon Bone. Fu Wei, I helped you hide your whereabouts, don't tell me you are going to break your promise!"
Fu Wei said maliciously, "But haven't you seen the demon bone before?"
The demon was surprised: "What do you mean?"
Fu Wei raised his hand and fiercely strangled the black air that was the residence of the demon god. The red lotus fire turned into a golden cage, imprisoning the demon god.
Fu Wei: "Didn't you notice? The demon bone has always been on Rong Jiao." Changing the subject, Fu Wei smiled and said, "I forgot. When you saw him, it was like a mouse seeing a cat. You wanted to run away as far as possible, so naturally you wouldn't notice."
"How is it possible! But why! Why is the demon bone in his body! How could it be in his body?!"
Seeing the demon roaring and unable to escape, Fu Wei smiled and said, "Of course I gave it to you."
The demon god had a ferocious look on his face and roared, "How could my demon bone be in your hands?"
"I stole it."
Demon: "Impossible!"
Fu Wei chuckled: "Guess why a hundred years ago, you and Ji Guang were able to fight to a draw? To the point where Ji Guang wanted to die with you."
"Everyone thought there was a traitor in the sect, but it wasn't true. It was because of me."
The demon god said in disbelief: "You?!!!"
Fu Wei said as a matter of course, "I was the one who cut off Jiguang's reinforcements. I deliberately withdrew my strength, forcing him to self-destruct and perish along with you. It's a pity that he was too determined, so I couldn't dig out his heart and break the backlash curse. But it doesn't matter. Isn't your demon bone still there? It would be a waste if I didn't take it. It's still quite useful."
Demon God: "Fuwei, Fuwei! Damn it, I just realized now that you are so shameless! I want to kill you, I want to kill you, I must kill you!"
Fu Wei said calmly: "I have such a beautiful face, why don't you want it?"
Demon God: "...Fuwei, Fuwei! I will kill you, I will cut you into pieces!"
Fu Wei sneered: "As for you, maybe in the next life." He crushed the body of the demon god and turned it into a wisp of flying smoke.
…
The world is quiet.
It's just that he has other things to do.
Because of the backlash curse, Fu Wei's realm was forcibly suppressed. Now there was thunder rumbling in the sky, and lightning as thick as buckets was crackling, and the thunder was about to fall.
Fu Wei's body couldn't bear it anymore.
Because he was under the influence of the backlash curse, he dug out Ji Guang's heart and crushed it. Although the backlash curse was lifted, his soul was still damaged.
In addition, Fu Wei has suffered a lot of backlash over the years.
The bright red wedding gown rustled, and the red beads on the golden hair crown danced in the wind. Fu Wei raised her eyes and looked at the thunder tribulation that brought with it the pressure of annihilation.
Compared to the thunder tribulation, Fu Wei feared the dark imprisonment the most.
It's having shackles and chains on your hands and feet, and watching the people you care about die in front of you, but being unable to do anything.
The snowstorm when Chang Huan died was so strong that it had already buried the ignorant sword spirit.
"Boom—"
A thunderbolt as thick as a bucket struck him, causing him to spit out blood instantly.
Forty-nine heavenly thunders, entering the tribulation period.
Fu Wei wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and thought to himself that if he died today, all the grudges would be over.
If he succeeded in overcoming the tribulation, he would definitely beat that little bastard Rong Jiao so hard that even his mother wouldn't recognize him. He had repeatedly disobeyed and humiliated him, so he would definitely lock him up and let him have a taste of what it was like to have a beautiful girl in a golden house.
There was also Jiguang, I don’t know if he was dead or not, he left in such a hurry that I didn’t have time to finish him off.
Thinking of this, Fu Wei became more and more excited, and the thunder above his head became more and more violent.
During the tribulation period, thunderstorms descended, and the area within a radius of ten miles was turned into scorched earth.
"Puff..."
A bolt of lightning struck his spine fiercely, and the red lotus mark between his eyebrows flashed a dazzling red light. His body became weaker and weaker, and in the end he was half-kneeling there.
A strong wind swept across the entire Xiaobie Mountain.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, Fu Wei's ears were buzzing, his eyes became blurry, and he could not see clearly.
"Fuwei!!!"
A heart-wrenching scream came from somewhere, which seemed familiar. Fu Wei raised his head stiffly and looked over.
Rong Jiao, dressed in a fiery red robe, ignored the heavy blockade of the thunder tribulation and the obstruction of the crowd, and suddenly rushed to Fu Wei. Then, before the new thunder tribulation came, he hugged Fu Wei and blocked all the remaining thunders.
It was as if Heaven knew that someone was blocking the calamity for Fu Wei, so the remaining thunder was several times more violent than before, as if it wanted to split this ill-fated pair of mandarin ducks into ashes.
Rong Jiao vomited blood, but he was still smiling, as if he was not the one struck by lightning. He comforted Fu Wei's emotions.
"Master, Fu Wei, don't be afraid. You won't die. I will protect you well. I won't let anyone hurt you again, and I won't let you get hurt again."
Fu Wei, who was held tightly in his arms, was a little confused, her eyelashes trembling, and she couldn't understand why Rong Jiao was protecting her.
Rumble——
Life and death were at stake, but Fu Wei's mind was not on how to survive, but rather:
Rong Jiao has already taken the blame for me. If I were to go after him again, lock him up, and bully him, wouldn't that be bad?
But the scene in front of him was getting darker and darker, leaving Fu Wei no time to think about anything else. He lost consciousness little by little amid Rong Jiao's worried calls.
"Fuwei, Fuwei, Master, I was wrong, I was wrong..."
…
At the same time, the demon that was crushed by Fu Wei gathered again.
"Damn Fu Wei, damn Fu Wei! Do you really think you can kill me? No, absolutely not. As long as the delusion of the mortal world persists, I will come back!"
The demon god transformed into an almost transparent entity, cursing angrily.
However, without the devil bones, the devil cannot store his own devil energy at all. How easy is it for him to be truly reborn?
He must find a way. He wants to kill Fu Wei, kill Rong Jiao, kill Ji Guang, and kill those mortals. He wants to destroy the entire Three Realms. He wants to let those ants know how powerful he is. He wants everyone to pay the price.
"I want revenge, I must take revenge!!!"
At this moment, the devil suddenly saw the pillar of heaven hidden in the nine layers of clouds.
The demon's eyes rolled and he instantly knew what to do.
Yes, as long as the Sky Pillar is destroyed and the sky collapses, not only Fu Wei, but everyone in the Three Realms will die.
That’s right, destroy the pillar of heaven.
When the time comes, the three realms will be destroyed, the world will be reset, and I will still be alive. I will be the only god in the entire world.
The demon god turned into a black smoke and rushed straight towards the pillar of heaven.
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