Chapter 149: Common People "You are also in the mortal world, and you are also a common person."...
The Attic Immortal Sect was apparently divided into two factions.
Some of them were in front of the barrier, ready to fight the demons to the death. Some of them were standing with Yun Wanzhou, ready to be dispatched at any time.
Only Xie Wuyang stood there, as if he had lost all his hearing and vision.
His head was dizzy, his vision went black and white, his fingertips trembled, and the ancient book fell to the ground with a "click".
Until a familiar voice came from afar, pulling Xie Wuyang back to this world.
"Immortal Master, you...Immortal Master wants to forcefully absorb the black mist into your body?!" Liu Yuqin said in shock.
Like a thunderclap, it exploded among the elders of the immortal sect.
Xie Wuyang felt that everything around him was silent for a moment. No matter how disturbing or complicated it was, it was all separated by a layer of fog. Only the sound of his heartbeat remained, "thump, thump" ringing in his ears like a declaration.
Liu Yuqin ignored etiquette and grabbed Yun Wanzhou's arm. "No! Immortal Lord, this method is absolutely unacceptable!"
Yun Wanzhou gently turned his fingers, and a powerful spiritual power spread from his fingertips to his forearm, repelling Liu Yuqin's hand that was holding him down.
Liu Yuqin's lips moved slightly, and she stepped forward to stop him again. Before she could touch Yun Wanzhou's side, she was blocked by a barrier he summoned.
"Immortal Lord!"
Blurred cries, blurred will. But the vision suddenly became incredibly clear.
Xie Wuyang finally saw clearly the line of words written on the fallen ancient book.
"The power of the Nightmare Stone is the master, and only the master can be destroyed."
What...what ended up being destroyed by the Lord?
Xie Wuyang blinked his sore and red eyes for a long time, then bent down to pick up the book on the ground.
Standing for a long time made Xie Wuyang's back and waist sore. His body trembled and he could hardly stand up. He could only maintain a stiff bent posture, allowing the line of words in his sight to gradually become blurred and difficult to distinguish.
So... so that's how it is.
So that's how it is.
It turns out that God gave him this year just for this day...
for……
Atonement.
However, he never imagined that the nightmare stone he coveted would become the final death warrant, leaving him with nowhere to hide and willing to die.
How ridiculous.
How ridiculous?
This is fate.
But why should he comply?
Xie Wuyang's eyes flickered as he placed the book back into the wooden box, pushing it to the innermost compartment. It seemed as if no one had ever discovered the secrets within this "Nameless" book, let alone read it.
On the other side, Yun Wanzhou absorbed all the poisonous fog into his body, and the face of the poisoned disciple gradually became clear, revealing his complete facial features.
"Brother, how do you feel?" A fellow disciple stepped forward to support him.
The poisoned disciple's face turned pale. He stared at the onlookers for a long time before coming to his senses. "I... am still alive?"
"It was the Immortal Lord who saved you."
The poisoned disciple's gaze fell on Yun Wanzhou and he immediately wanted to stand up, "Disciple thanks the Immortal Venerable for saving you..."
Yun Wanzhou shook his head, "No need."
At this moment, the painful cries of the disciples were heard in the distance. One disciple stumbled forward and knelt on the ground, "Immortal Venerable, Immortal Venerable, please save me, I still... I don't want to die yet..."
As he spoke, the black mist in his body surged and overflowed from his mouth, then turned into a silk ribbon and strangled the man's neck.
The intense feeling of suffocation made his eyes bulge out, and the veins on his neck bulged. His survival instinct made him slap the black mist, "Immortal Master, Immortal Master, save me..."
Yun Wanzhou glanced at him quickly, then put his two fingers together and tapped the disciple's forehead.
"Immortal Lord..." Liu Yuqin patted the barrier that blocked her, looking worried.
Seeing that the disciple had recovered as usual, another person, supported by his fellow disciples, walked towards Yun Wanzhou and begged him for help.
Yun Wanzhou's face was pale, but he remained silent and accepted everyone who came.
It's crazy.
Xie Wuyang gritted his teeth. Seeing that more and more poisoned disciples were approaching, Yun Wanzhou's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He finally couldn't stand it anymore and quickly stepped forward, grabbing Yun Wanzhou's hand. "Are you going to die?"
Yun Wanzhou's brow furrowed, and he struggled against his wrist. Xie Wuyang, however, seemed determined, holding his wrist so tightly that red marks appeared on his wrist from the struggle, but he showed no sign of breaking free.
"Let go." Yun Wanzhou gave up struggling and stared helplessly at Xie Wuyang who was holding his hand.
Xie Wuyang laughed in anger, "Do you really think you can do anything? Don't you know what these things are?"
Yun Wanzhou's lips moved, and he was about to speak again, but Xie Wuyang looked away first, his eyes sarcastically sweeping over the poisoned disciples who had gathered around him, "And you, your own life is your life, but others' is not?"
"We dare not acknowledge what Immortal Xie said," someone said. "Most of us cultivators present are at a lower level and cannot withstand the poisonous fog cast by the demons. But Immortal Yun is a cultivator of the Mahayana stage. This kind of thing will at most damage his spiritual power, but it won't endanger his life, right?"
"Damage to spiritual power?" Xie Wuyang sneered. He lifted Yun Wanzhou's hand, which was channeling spiritual power, with his palm and forcibly pried open his clasped fingertips. "Is this what you call 'the greatest damage to spiritual power'?"
Black lines crisscrossed and spread like the veins of leaves, with black mist flowing through them and sinking into the sleeves.
Just the sight of being exposed is enough to make one's scalp tingle, let alone exploring what is under the sleeves.
The arguing disciples' eyes widened and they were speechless.
"That's enough." Yun Wanzhou pulled out Xie Wuyang's hand, "I'm fine."
"Nothing?" Xie Wuyang was so angry that his temples were throbbing. "Do you want to see how ugly your face is? How can you say it's nothing?"
Yun Wanzhou was already exhausted from inhaling too much black mist and didn't want to argue with Xie Wuyang any further. He pinched his sour brows and waved at him, wanting him to leave first. "Wuyang, you first..."
Before he could finish his words, his raised hand was grabbed by someone again. Xie Wuyang's brows were filled with anger. He ignored the strange looks from everyone and forcefully pulled Yun Wanzhou up from the ground.
"What are you doing..." Yun Wanzhou's eyes were slightly startled. She pried his fingertips with her empty hand and was about to use some spiritual power to break free when Xie Wuyang suddenly stopped behind a bookcase at the end.
"Yun Wanzhou, have you ever thought about this? You are the leader of the Immortal Alliance. Among the hundreds of immortal families, you are the only one who has the strength to fight against Song Duoyan. Anyone can fall, but you cannot." Xie Wuyang suppressed the anger in his chest and barely maintained a calm appearance.
"Nothing's wrong." Yun Wanzhou sighed, "The responsibility of the leader of the alliance is not to be immune to it alone."
"I'm not just trying to save myself..." Xie Wuyang stared at him for a long moment, then sneered, "What a leader! What a self-sufficient person! Yun Wanzhou, do you really not care about your own life at all?"
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips and opened them as if to defend himself.
Xie Wuyang didn't even give him a chance to speak. "I don't understand. What on earth do the people in this attic have to do with you? They're selfish and hypocritical. They pretend to uphold justice, but they're ready to disregard the lives of others at any time. They're grateful for everything you do for them now, but what about in five, ten, or even twenty years? The responsibility you took on yourself is actually worthless and as insignificant as a feather in the eyes of outsiders!"
After roaring uncontrollably, Xie Wuyang closed his eyes and steadied his disordered breathing.
He tried hard to suppress these negative emotions, to pretend to be the good disciple Yun Wanzhou loved, one who knew right from wrong and upheld justice. But the selfishness and viciousness deep within him seemed to burst like a dam, uncontrollable, surging like a raging wave, threatening to sweep everything away. The hand holding Yun Wanzhou's hand uncontrollably lost its strength, and every vein in his body tensed.
Yun Wanzhou lowered his head and touched his hand, which was being clenched so tightly that it hurt. He hesitated for a moment, but did not break free. "It's not like that..."
He shook his head, raised his head and touched Xie Wuyang's eyebrows, with a look of sorrow on his face, "I never taught you like this..."
Yes, Yun Wanzhou certainly didn’t teach himself this way.
Xie Wuyang almost used all his strength to restrain himself and stood there listening to Yun Wanzhou's explanation.
He was not his original self, and had not been with Yun Wanzhou day and night for more than ten years. Yun Wanzhou had never taught him swordsmanship, morality, or how to behave in society.
Therefore, he was destined not to be a righteous and selfless immortal master like Yun Wanzhou.
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyelids to hide the expression in his eyes. His gaze accidentally swept across the red marks on Yun Wanzhou's wrist, and he silently released the strength from his fingertips.
He thought Yun Wanzhou would say something about the great principles of cultivating the Tao and putting the lives of the people first, but he didn't want to listen or understand.
But what fell into my ears were other words.
"You are also in this world, and you are also a mortal."
The clear voice was like ripples, rippling through Xie Wuyang's heart.
Xie Wuyang's heart trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes in disbelief, meeting Yun Wanzhou's gaze, which was looking at him seriously and firmly.
Xie Wuyang repeated these words almost tremblingly, "I... am also a common person?"
Yun Wanzhou nodded, "You are also a common person."
It turns out that he is also a common person.
Xie Wuyang suddenly felt like laughing, but his heart felt sour and stuffy.
Once, he also fought a desperate battle to protect the people of the Demon Clan.
But those were the responsibilities he forced himself to accept, the responsibilities of the Demon Lord.
Xie Wuyang never understood why some people had to sacrifice for others?
But now, he seemed to suddenly understand.
All beings are me, and I am all beings.
He wanted Yun Wanzhou to get rid of the responsibility, but wasn't Yun Wanzhou also one of the living beings?
Xie Wuyang closed his eyes, suppressing the bitterness that was about to emerge in his eyes.
The last page of "Nameless" seemed to appear before my eyes again, with the sentence "Only the Lord will be destroyed and the end will come."
He thought of Xu Pingsheng who had sacrificed his life by blowing up his spiritual veins, Liu Yuqin who had lost her lover but pretended to be calm, and Fu Zhitao who was far away and had no idea about the situation but was trying her best to detoxify.
Xie Wuyang seemed to have returned to the bloody demon war five hundred years later. Behind him stood the dwindling demon army, still fighting desperately, and before him stood the high-spirited disciples of the immortal sect. Yun Wanzhou, standing on the clouds, stepped on the crushed snow, overlooking all living things, and also himself.
The two factions of good and evil are clearly distinguished.
When he opened his eyes again, the boundary had already become blurred, but in Xie Wuyang's mind, it was clearer than ever.
"Just the common people?" Xie Wuyang asked unwillingly in a hoarse voice.
Yun Wanzhou's eyes flashed with struggle, and he hesitated for a long time, "No."
A faint hope rose in Xie Wuyang's heart: "Then you..."
Before he could ask the question in his mind, Yun Wanzhou interrupted him.
Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyes for a moment, then raised them again, his emotions completely hidden, leaving only the obvious apology on his face, "I'm not a good master."
Xie Wuyang felt as if his heart was stabbed again.
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