Chapter 69: Dream of a Butterfly Man is on the verge of death, Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly.
Before the Chengguang Year, there was a heavy snow one day.
The Wax Apple Mountain is vast and extremely cold.
When Jiang Shutong first arrived at the Lianwu Sect, he was not familiar with the other disciples yet. His favorite thing was to stay alone in the back mountain and review the sword techniques he had learned that day.
He was brought up the mountain by Jiang Lin and later accepted as his disciple, for which he felt particularly grateful.
Soon after, it was the day of the inner disciples' competition held every five years. He came up the mountain by chance and happened to be there.
After all, he started learning too late. Even though he worked several times harder than his other brothers, Jiang Shutong still only learned the basics.
The tip of the sword cut through the falling snow, leaving a long mark on the ground.
Jiang Shutong suddenly put away his sword, sighed, and sat down on a piece of gravel beside him.
The spiritual weapon in his hand is well-made, and the pattern on the scabbard extends to the edge, sparkling with stars.
This sword was given by Jiang Lin, and Jiang Shutong has not yet named it.
Now that several days have passed, it's time to think of a name for this sword.
Thinking of this, Jiang Lin raised his hand and touched the scabbard, his brows slightly furrowed.
The gift given by Master is of course extremely precious. What name should I give it that won’t sound vulgar?
“Huahua——”
The sound of thick snow squeezing came from far away and got closer. A tall figure suddenly came down and covered Jiang Shutong's head.
Jiang Shutong paused and raised his head.
The moment he met Jiang Lin's gaze, he stood up and bowed, "Disciple Jiang Shutong, greetings to Master."
Jiang Lin pursed his lips, his expression still unsympathetic. "Have you given it a name?"
Jiang Shutong was stunned for a moment before he compared the sword in his hand with "it", "Never."
Jiang Shutong lowered his gaze and tightened his grip on the sword. "Master, would you mind giving it a name?"
"Since it has been given to you, there is no reason for me to give it a name."
"Master can give me a sword or give me a name!" Jiang Shutong retorted anxiously, even forgetting the etiquette between master and disciple.
By the time he realized that he had lost his composure in a hurry, Jiang Lin's expression had become extremely cold.
Jiang Shutong panicked and her lips trembled. Just as she was about to apologize for her rudeness, Jiang Lin's expression suddenly changed for some reason.
The gloomy look just now seemed like an illusion. Instead, there was a smile on Jiang Lin's lips and a gentle look, "The sky is about to fall."
Jiang Shutong's thoughts froze, and he looked up blankly, "What did Master say?"
Jiang Shutong's smile deepened a little, "Your sword will call upon the sky to fall."
In Jiang Shutong's heart, Jiang Lin was like a father and his kindness was as heavy as a mountain. When he heard his master give him a name, he was filled with ecstasy.
He silently repeated these three words in his mind, feeling that they were grand and majestic. He accepted the name without hesitation, "Thank you, General-Master, for giving me the name Qingjian! I will definitely win a place in the competition and live up to your expectations!"
Jiang Lin raised his hand and patted Jiang Shutong on the shoulder, praising him, "This is a very good idea."
Later, amidst the white snow, he and Jiang Lin walked out of the mountain one after the other. When they were nearing the mountain pass, Jiang Lin suddenly turned his head and said, "A Shu."
"Disciple is here."
"Have you ever thought about what will happen in the future?"
"Practice well for Lianwu and Master."
"I mean..." Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes where Jiang Shutong couldn't see, and a cold light flickered in his eyes. "When you have achieved success and fame, enough to stand above the hundreds of immortal sects."
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The long-forgotten memories suddenly came to light again. Jiang Shutong's mind went blank for a moment, and he subconsciously felt a little panicked.
Jiang Shutong suddenly retracted his fingertips that were hanging down to one side, clenched his fists, and looked up to meet Xie Wuyang's gaze. "Master Xie, are you trying to sow discord?"
Even though Jiang Shutong tried his best to remain calm, Xie Wuyang still saw some anger in him.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows and spoke directly to the point, "Sowing discord? You and your master have a deep friendship. How can a mere outsider like me sow discord?"
"Or..." Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and curled his lips, "Master Jiang also thinks that what I said is true?"
Realizing his own loss of composure, Jiang Shutong pursed his lips and lowered his eyes to conceal his emotions. "No outsiders are allowed to trespass within the Lianwu Sect. It is inappropriate for Master Xie to come to my ancestral hall so many times. Please leave immediately."
Xie Wuyang pretended not to hear, his gaze fixed on Jiang Shutong's clenched fist with a half-smile. "Since that's the case, I won't bother you any more. When Sect Leader Jiang takes over, I'll be open and aboveboard and have a conversation with you."
After saying that, Xie Wuyang ignored Jiang Shutong's increasingly embarrassed expression, turned around neatly, and considerately closed the door of the ancestral hall.
The dim candlelight seemed to be covered by fog, isolating the inside and outside of the house, with a clear boundary.
The bright moon above was covered by clouds at some point, and the boy's figure fell to the ground, curling up into a small ball.
Xie Wuyang had only taken a few steps when he suddenly felt bored. He simply jumped onto the tree trunk on the right side with his toes and lay down on his side.
The scenery here is very beautiful, and the entire mountain gate can be seen at a glance, but Xie Wuyang's eyes are fixed on the front, and he is not interested in this.
He suddenly didn't know why he came here.
He was like a floating duckweed. He spent the first half of his life fighting for revenge and power, but ended up infamous and lost more than he gained.
Now that he is reborn, Yun Wanzhou cares so much about him, it is nothing more than still treating him as a disciple. Why should he take the risk of sneaking into Lianwu for these few stolen days and doing such thankless work?
Xie Wuyang sighed, took out the jade from his waist, and fumbled around in the dark.
Intricate patterns gradually took shape under his fingertips. Xie Wuyang paused, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.
With the sound of a snap of his fingers, a spiritual fire shot out from his fingertips, and Xie Wuyang suddenly sat up straight.
The pattern on the jade pendant comes into view clearly.
White jade carvings, interlocking rings.
White jade carvings are a common pattern, but the patterns on each piece of jade are unique and the meanings they contain are also different.
Xie Wuyang frowned and searched through his decades of memory, but still couldn't find the origin of this pattern.
I don’t know if it’s because of the interference of my original body’s memory, but since my rebirth, Xie Wuyang sometimes feels that he has forgotten a lot of things.
It was as if before he dominated the world of cultivation, apart from killing, he also had coincidences and connections with some people.
The jade pendant was hung on the branch above his head by spiritual power. Xie Wuyang raised his hand and shook it twice, frowned, and a look of inquiry flashed in his eyes.
Everything in the world has cause and effect.
Death at the hands of Yun Wanzhou in the previous life was the outcome Xie Wuyang had already anticipated.
Then why did he come back to life?
Once some ideas begin, thousands of thoughts will come flooding in.
Xie Wuyang was feeling irritated and simply didn't want to think about it anymore, so he closed his eyes and concentrated.
The wind gradually grew louder and then calmed down.
While my consciousness was blurred, I suddenly heard a loud noise in my ears.
"Xie Wuyang is so cruel and ruthless that the entire Wuxiang Villa was wiped out!!"
"My Lianwu Sect suffered heavy casualties, and lost countless disciples. If I don't cut him into pieces, I will never be able to relieve the hatred in my heart!"
The sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed and breaking through the wind was heard, and someone's footsteps were gradually approaching. Xie Wuyang suddenly felt something was wrong.
All the immortal sects hated him to the core, and drinking blood and eating flesh was not enough to appease him. This situation, this scene, and these words were definitely not meant for ordinary immortal sect disciples to hear, but...
The Demon Lord from five hundred years ago—Xie Wuyang.
When a person is on the verge of death, Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly.
The soul is gone and the body is reborn.
Yun Wanzhou's disciples and the Nightmare Stone were stolen, and everything that happened in Cangqiong Mountain suddenly became unclear.
Xie Wuyang felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.
Amidst the humming, someone approached, a delicate fragrance filling the air, accompanied by a voice as thick as frost and snow. "The matter at Wuxiang Villa remains unsolved. Xie Wuyang's crime is unacceptable."
Xie Wuyang's breathing stopped and his thoughts suddenly became clear.
Someone immediately objected, "Anyone in the world of cultivation who has such a high level of cultivation and acts so ruthlessly, besides Xie Wuyang, is there anyone else like him? Yun Xianzun is being so protective, isn't he trying to exonerate this demon?"
Someone else asked, "Even if this matter has nothing to do with Xie Wuyang, does that mean the deaths and injuries of the disciples of the hundreds of families in our sect in this battle don't count?"
This was said in a high-sounding manner, without mentioning the old, weak, women and children from the demon world who died in this battle.
Xie Wuyang sneered in his heart, wishing he could sit up and tear the faces of these hypocrites apart.
Yun Wanzhou said, "There are also casualties in the demon world."
"How can those evil sects compare with the cultivators of our immortal sect?!"
"Immortal Yun is so confused about right and wrong. We trusted you so much!"
"Yun Wanzhou, could it be that you are a spy sent by the demon clan?"
The monks were talking at once, shouting non-stop, and the whole hall was in uproar.
During the great war in the world of cultivation, they treated Yun Wanzhou as a guest of honor, respected and feared him. But now, just because he gained a little fame, they made him the target of public criticism and spoke ill of him.
Xie Wuyang had heard too many accusations, and his reputation had become so bad that he could no longer hear them.
But for some reason, the words in his ears were like needles piercing Xie Wuyang's heart.
Xie Wuyang should be gloating, and should stand in front of Yun Wanzhou proudly, mocking him for coming here for the so-called righteous path, but ending up being criticized by everyone in the end.
There is no justice in this world, only the strong can survive.
But he felt depressed and uncomfortable in his heart, and felt sad and pitiful, and was anxious and uneasy.
He wanted to stand up, point his sword at the heads of these people, and ask them who was right and who was wrong, who was righteous and who was evil.
Let’s ask Yun Wanzhou, after trying his best to this point, do you ever regret it?
The accusations continued to ring in his ears, but Yun Wanzhou's dark eyes were as deep as a cold pond, and he said nothing.
It was as if the person these people were talking about was not him.
Until someone was so angry that he drew his sword and said, "We respect you as an immortal. If you turn back, we will forgive you!"
Let bygones be bygones? Xie Wuyang sneered inwardly.
Of course they will choose to let bygones be bygones.
This devil has been killed and is now just a corpse. Even if Yun Wanzhou does not stop them, all they can do is cut the devil's body into pieces to vent their anger.
Why would you offend Yun Wanzhou so thoroughly just for a momentary anger?
Sure enough, it didn't take long before some people started to speak out in the opposite direction.
"Everyone, please calm down. Yun Xianzun is a noble man, and would certainly despise things like grave digging and whipping corpses. Since Xie Wuyang has been executed, why not take a step back and seal his body in the Soul Binding Formation, so that he will never enter the cycle of reincarnation..." As he spoke, the man lowered his voice and cautiously asked the people around him for their opinions, "Is this a good idea?"
Someone sneered, "This demon has committed countless evil deeds. After death, he will inevitably go to hell and fall into the animal realm. If we trap his soul, aren't we helping him avoid the consequences?"
“But, but…”
"We'll decide later." Yun Wanzhou said.
"To be determined later, it's fine to be determined later..." Halfway through his words, the man suddenly came to his senses and raised his voice, "What did you say? To be determined later?! Xie Wuyang deserves it, so what's the point of later? Is Immortal Yun joking?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately aroused dissatisfaction among the people present.
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