Chapter 90 Breaking the Shackles, Gods Are Reborn
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The last time I felt this frustrated was when I read a novel where the female protagonist sacrificed herself to save the entire village of ungrateful wretches for the greater good. I never expected it to happen to her so soon.
Zhao Heng was slightly taken aback by Hua Li's appearance.
Huali pointed at him and said, "Live well, sister. You'll be one of my important customers when I sell health supplements in the future!"
Zhao Heng: "?"
Huali turned to look at the villagers again, "Let him go, he can still live now; if you don't let him go, he'll die immediately!"
His icy tone was a direct descendant of Wen Jin's.
The villagers immediately cried out again, and just as they crawled forward on their knees, a burst of fire exploded and the surrounding houses collapsed instantly.
Tang Wanwan, her eyebrows raised and hands on her hips, stepped forward and said, "This old lady wants to see who dares to wail again!"
The villagers suddenly fell silent, as quiet as chickens.
Since they won't listen to reason, let's teach them a lesson. With a flick of her wrist, Huali summoned a rock dragon that burst from the ground. "I'll ask you one more time, release or not?"
The villagers looked at each other, their necks stiff, "Cultivators...cannot kill mortals."
If they speak up, they will starve to death as soon as Lord Kang leaves. Absolutely not!
A cold smile flashed in Huali's eyes. "Fine, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, huh?" Yanlong attacked instantly, opening its huge mouth and swooping down towards the group.
Zhan Li's eyes widened. "Hey you, are you crazy? Stop it!"
As the villagers scattered, a volley of arrows struck, turning the rock dragon into rubble that fell to the ground.
Villagers who were initially uninjured were hit by stones and bled profusely.
Karin, who had only intended to scare them, thought: "..."
Zhan Li, who intended to save lives but ended up making things worse: "..."
Ao Bai: "It's true that even the most cunning villains can't outwit a simpleton..."
Zhan Li covered his eyes, his expression contorted with rage for a moment, then immediately pointed at Hua Li: "You dare to attack a mortal? Don't you want to ascend to immortality?!"
"I don't want to think about it anymore." Huali nodded honestly. "Also, I'm warning you, I'm about to go insane. When I go crazy, I won't care about anything. You'd better release them while I still have my sanity."
The villagers' hopeful eyes instantly fell on Zhan Li.
Zhan Li: "......"
Zhan Li pointed at Hua Li in a fit of rage, "It was just a divine beast. Now that it has perished, as long as its soul is not destroyed, it still has a chance to be reborn. These villagers are living examples of karma."
Huali has read the message but is not replying.
Just as Zhan Li was jumping up and down in anxiety, the communication stone hanging at his waist suddenly emitted light. After seeing the words on it, he hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand and drew a water mirror in the air.
A woman's figure slowly appeared in the mirror, her face blurred but her voice clear: "Kang is destined to die."
Ao Bai instantly bristled, "It's another mission taker!"
Karin never imagined she would face another card owner in this situation.
Just as I was getting curious, I heard the other person continue speaking.
“I know you are another card holder, and one of my card’s abilities is to deduce history.”
“In this world, Kang is destined to die. I have simulated it a hundred times. The outcome of saving him is that the whole village is buried alive. The price is too high.”
Karin looked up at her, unyielding, "So what?"
The other party was stunned for a moment by Huali's attitude, but spoke in a calm voice, "We are just mission takers, and we have no way to change the course of this world."
"If you forcibly sever the Immortal Binding Rope, all these people will die. So many living lives, all for someone who was supposed to die anyway. Isn't that your mission?"
Huali's hands clenched tightly.
"Someone who was supposed to...be dead?"
The person in the water mirror nodded, "Therefore, letting him die peacefully is the way to show mercy."
On the ancient tree, Luo Chuan paused, his hand that was playing with the butterfly faltering. A rare seriousness flashed in his heterochromatic eyes. "Little Pear, what will you choose?"
*
"Oh."
After a brief silence, Karin suddenly burst out laughing.
The voice was very soft, yet it was like an undercurrent beneath the ice, carrying a certain absurd and repressed emotion.
"Have you considered this: if these people hadn't treated Zhao Heng as a blood bank, and hadn't become greedy after witnessing his abilities, would any of this have happened at all?!"
"So what if I'm a mission taker? Does that give me the right to arbitrarily decide life and death for others? Let me tell you the truth, this damn mission depends entirely on my mood. If I'm happy, I'll do it; if I'm not, I'll just destroy everything!"
"Two words! Follow your heart!"
The wind swept across the withered wheat field, lifting the stray hairs at Huali's temples, her crimson ear feathers swaying in the wind like burning flames.
She raised her head, but her eyes did not hold the anger Luo Chuan had expected, nor the previous confusion; instead, they held an almost sharp clarity.
Luo Chuan raised an eyebrow, and the butterfly transformed into a water mirror, making people see even more clearly.
"What kind of utter mercy is this? What kind of rope breaks at its thinnest point? Since you won't release him, then I'll personally sever this rope binding us!"
The gold card flipped in her hand, "No trace, break!"
Golden light surged up like a tide, and countless causal lines appeared on the villagers' bodies centered on Zhao Heng, without missing a single one of those who had their blood drained or flesh cut off.
These people stared in astonishment at the threads binding them and retreated in terror; some even frantically reached out to tear them off.
Ao Bai yelled, "Are you trying to die?! You dare to play like this with half your health left!"
Hua Li coughed up a mouthful of blood, but her eyes gleamed. "Since I can't sever the Immortal Binding Rope, then I'll sever this causal thread first..."
"Slay her! Stop her!" came the woman's anxious shout from the water mirror.
Zhan Li snapped out of his daze, staring at Hua Li with a complicated expression, his spiritual energy surging like a tidal wave as he clasped his fingers together.
In the instant the void behind them twisted, a huge spirit bow appeared out of thin air, and dozens of arrows were shot out simultaneously from the bowstring.
Arrows rained down like a storm. Tang Wanwan and Mo Ziyan opened their eyes wide, wanting to rush forward to help, but they were both stopped in their tracks by the villagers.
Huali coughed up blood, her life points almost gone. Just as she was about to use the Buddha Bone Prison to tough it out, a dark figure appeared like a ghost. A string of red coral beads in her hair brushed against her cheek, carrying a familiar cold fragrance.
"Want to mess with Little Rosewood..."
Luo Chuan put one arm around Hua Li's waist, and with a casual flick of his sleeve, the arrows in the sky seemed to crash into an invisible barrier, instantly turning into ice crystals that fell down in a flurry.
"That won't do."
His voice trailed off, but the temperature around him suddenly dropped to freezing.
Zhan Li's body stiffened, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, causing the water mirror in the air to shatter abruptly.
Before Huali could react, Luo Chuan had already bent down and grasped her hand, and the golden spine-worm sword instantly materialized in Huali's hand.
"Little Rosewood, this is how you sever karma, watch carefully—"
Before she could finish speaking, Luo Chuan had already grabbed her hand and brought it down hard.
The sword energy poured down like moonlight, destroying everything in its path and severing the causal bonds between Zhao Heng and the villagers.
As the villagers wailed and agreed to release Zhao Heng, the Immortal Binding Rope transformed into golden light and quickly pierced into the hearts of Luo Chuan and Hua Li.
*
The moment her strength vanished, Zhao Heng coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He still remembers that afternoon years ago, the sunset was warm, the wildflowers smelled sweet, and the cornbread the boy handed him was delicious.
The red string tied around Chunsheng's wrist was loosely held in his palm.
He later arrived as promised upon being summoned, but the rope he offered became a knife that tightened around flesh and blood.
The people he protected, for the people he wanted to protect, chose to use his own flesh and blood to irrigate season after season of bountiful harvests.
Now that cause and effect have been severed, the elderly Chunsheng kneels on the cracked earth, the faded red rope on his wrist breaking into pieces.
In a daze, the two seemed to hear the rustling sound of ginkgo leaves from their childhood at the same time.
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