Chapter 53 Sacrificing Souls to All Living Beings "Bang—" Since then, the sound of Zhe Zhou...
"Bang—" Starting from Shi Wenzhe's body, an endless gale arose. The wind was sharp and fierce, sweeping up sand, stones and weapons, burying Shi Wenzhe layer by layer. Ming Shu and Qin Wenxue were pushed a hundred meters away by the gale.
With a flick of her whip, Ruosu lashed out at the incoming weapon, producing a loud clang. Mingshu steadied herself and stood beside Qinwenxue, frowning in confusion.
The wind and sand stung his eyes, Qin Wenxue's hair danced wildly, and the silver bells jingled. He frowned slightly, and seeing this sudden accident, he clenched his fist. Wusheng transformed into all things, emitting a faint golden light, to resist the oncoming wind, sand, and stones.
Suddenly, a beam of golden light shone down from the black mist-shrouded sky, directly onto Shi Wenzhe, who was kneeling blankly in the gale.
That beam of golden light was so dazzling that Shi Wenzhe's long hair danced wildly, and a flash of white light appeared in his hair. Xiaoyao swept away all the dangers flying towards Shi Wenzhe with a crackling sound. At the moment the beam of light shone down, he was frozen in mid-air. Time and space seemed to stagnate, and only Shi Wenzhe could move.
She moved gracefully through the boulders and sandstorm, her figure ghostly, before finally standing in the very center of the golden light.
At this moment, Shi Wenzhe was like a compassionate goddess, pitying all living beings. Crystalline tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, making her face appear sacred and sorrowful, a glimmer of hope amidst the golden light.
"Crack... Crack!" The sound of 001 starting up rang in my mind, but it was not the stiff mechanical electronic sound of before. Its tone was still flat, but it had a touch of solemnity and etherealness.
Shi Wenzhe closed her eyes tightly, as if she had returned to that silent code space, where blue source code kept moving and boundless. She was so small, like an ant or a mayfly.
"Do you want to save him?" The voice was flat and emotionless.
Shi Wenzhe was deeply moved and nodded firmly, saying with utmost sincerity, "I want to."
"I not only want to save him, but I also want to save all the innocent creatures in Peach Blossom Valley, I want to save the pitiful people adrift in this chaotic world, I want to save every flower and tree on the continent of Zhaoyao, I want to save the parched and mottled land, and I want to save the ravaged Zhaoyao..."
Shi Wenzhe murmured, "I want to save so many people. Am I a useless and greedy bad person?"
“001…no.” Shi Wenzhe paused for a moment, then suddenly changed his tone: “I know you are not 001. Did you come here just to ask me this question? If so, then you have already got the answer. If not, what do you need me to do to fulfill my wish?”
"There's always a price to pay when you ask someone or something. Linglong put me in an illusion; what does he want to let those people go?"
"Purify".
"What?" Shi Wenzhe thought he had misheard.
The voice repeated, "Only purification can bring salvation. You are the Spirit-Crossing Flower, and your mission in life is to purify malevolent energy."
"When you hear the news, wake up."
Shi Wenzhe froze, thinking she had misheard. This was utterly nonsensical. Wake up? Wake up for what? Wasn't she awake? How was she supposed to wake up?
She sighed deeply, feeling she had nothing to say to these mysterious people who loved to speak in riddles.
She stretched out her palm and examined it closely. Her hands were weak and pale, clearly not those of someone who had practiced martial arts for many years. Was she supposed to use the Xiaoyao sword to wreak havoc in all directions?
Shi Wenzhe shook his head, quickly rejecting the conjecture.
"So, does that mean I should try to influence the world with my own hands?" she muttered. "I'm not the Holy Mother, I shouldn't need to..."
What is she supposed to do? Can she really save people from dire straits with just her two hands?
Isn't that a bit too naive?
001's voice had disappeared. Shi Wenzhe lowered her eyes in deep thought, her mind wandering as if by divine inspiration, stirring up a storm in her heart.
A fire ignited in her chest, burning fiercely and scorching her soul and body. The stench of blood filled the air, and she could hear the sound of her cheek being scratched by pebbles, leaving a long, bloody gash. She opened her eyes amidst the embers of the war.
Shi Wenzhe took a step forward. The wind was too strong, and she was blown around unsteadily, like a small white flower about to bend. But even so, she walked outside without hesitation.
The Qingming barrier shattered the moment she touched it, and countless dust particles and scattering ashes covered her shoulders, like snow falling to the ground and all things taking root.
Ming Shu was startled by Shi Wenzhe's sudden reaction, his fox-like eyes widening. A flower ornament flashed on his forehead, and his golden shawl rippled like a rosy cloud.
Qin Wenxue's eyes trembled, and a moment of panic welled up in his heart. It all happened too fast, so fast that he only had time to reach out his hand, but unfortunately he couldn't hold onto the hem of Shi Wenzhe's clothes as he jumped down from the illusion.
She was like a light flower, swept up and down by the torrent of the world, and jumped into the disgusting filth of the human world.
The wind swept over my body, and I heard the sounds of people falling from the ashes of war. I saw all walks of life, everything had color, everything had sound.
The cultivator's longsword was incredibly sharp, capable of cutting through all evil and filth in the world, and also piercing through flesh and blood.
She channeled her spiritual energy into Lu Ming, who was lying on his back, purifying the malevolent energy within him. With a soft thud, the longsword behind her pierced through her chest.
Blood splattered all over Lu Ming's face, warm and bloody. Lu Ming's eyes widened in disbelief. He reached out his hand, trying to grab the god above him, his eyes filled with fascination and shock.
Shi Wenzhe coughed up blood and groaned in pain, but her hands did not stop moving. Spiritual energy surged at her fingertips, transforming into countless white flowers that fluttered and scattered all over the sky and the earth.
The wind stirred up white blossoms, which landed on Qin Wenxue's shoulders, as if fulfilling a promise to grow old together with Shi Wenzhe.
In an instant, everything in Peach Blossom Valley came to life. Tender buds sprouted from the ground, and the parched earth was nourished by the heavens. A light drizzle fell, and ashes were knocked to the ground, becoming nourishment for life. The rain washed away the blood and took away the sins, and white flowers covered the River of Life.
It was as if the fragrance of flowers had been offered as a sacrifice for all living beings, spreading and reaching every corner of Peach Blossom Valley.
The hostility vanished without a trace.
She drew the sword from her chest, staring intently at the group of sanctimonious cultivators above her. The hatred and anger in her eyes transformed into even greater power, and the white flowers, as hard as swords, spun and reaped their heads.
The phantom shattered into dust, the sky became clear and bright, and the bewildered deer found a new home.
Shi Wen Zhe Tuoli stood in front of Lu Ming, looking down at him tenderly.
Lu Ming's voice was hoarse as he softly called out, "Sister..." Then, a huge surprise overwhelmed him, and his calls of "Sister" grew louder and more intense, filling Shi Wenzhe's heart with boundless warmth.
"I am Lu Ming..."
She smiled, her eyes gentle. The light rain had dampened her clothes and hair, making her look thin and fragile, but Shi Wenzhe stood straight, her pride unyielding. Blood trickled down her chest and abdomen to her feet, dripping onto a random spot in Peach Blossom Valley.
A flower bloomed from the pool of blood. It sprouted green shoots, emerged from the mud, and stretched its stems and leaves to reveal the flower buds inside, delicate and vibrant with green.
Shi Wenzhe noticed blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her eyes trembling. Gazing at the incredibly familiar and beautiful lotus flower, her mind reeled. She smiled wistfully, realizing that everything now had an answer.
All things are constantly reborn, and cause and effect are in a cycle.
Qin Wenxue landed on the snow, her cold fragrance mingling with the scent of flowers, embracing Shi Wenzhe's icy body.
"I often hear of setbacks." He sighed softly, his voice trembling, and hugged her, nestling his arms around her neck.
Shi Wenzhe's body trembled, as if he felt cold or excited. With a "whoosh," he vomited a mouthful of blood, and then his body went limp and he fell into Qin Wenxue's arms.
Shi Wenzhe's face was as pale as paper, and he called out softly, "Qin... Qin Wenxue."
Qin Wenxue pressed her fingertips against the corner of Shi Wenzhe's eye, her fingertips burning hot, and slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of Shi Wenzhe's mouth. She replied softly, "I'm here," her tone tender and affectionate.
Shi Wenzhe smiled contentedly and said weakly, "Look... I've purified the malevolent energy of Peach Blossom Valley."
"You said...you said they have a family now."
Qin Wenxue replied softly, "Yes, they have a home now." But her tone was full of sadness.
Ming Shu stood aside helplessly, a bitter smile almost spilling from her lips. Shi Wenzhe didn't notice their unusual behavior, so she didn't see the regret, reluctance, and unspoken words in their eyes. The growth of all things brought her joy, and even her fatigue and pain dissipated.
She was very content.
Lu Ming continued speaking softly to her, saying that Bai Lian was now a powerful little rabbit, following behind Brother Xiao Hua to slay enemy soldiers and capable of standing on her own. Liu Mian died saving him, but she picked up a flower demon, a peony, who became our youngest brother. He inherited Liu Mian's demonic power, healing demons and protecting the local inhabitants. Anan had grown up, still quiet, but very beautiful and powerful, Brother Xiao Hua's most formidable subordinate. She wielded a sword called Jinluo, a weapon that could kill anyone in its path. Many men in the tribe admired her and wanted to have children with her, but none could defeat her, and Bai Lian mocked them for a long time. Then there was Feng Xue, now a mother with a lovely little wolf cub. She was intelligent and brave, leading her wolf clan in countless battles to protect us.
Do you know, we have a home now, a home given to us by Brother Xiaohua. It's a very small tribe, full of little ones that Brother Xiaohua picked up. The tribe was named by Bai Lian. She's never been to school, but she insists on showing off her talents. But she doesn't have any talents at all. However, she said something very true: she said we were supposed to die back then, but thanks to a kind sister who saved us. That sister, holding a white flower in her hand, came out from the depths of the lotus. She was clearly very beautiful, but she was also quite funny. She named the tribe Xiangjianhuan (meaning "Joyful Encounter").
That was the first time I realized she was indeed talented. I liked her a lot, and so did Xiaohua.
By the way, sister, do you know Brother Xiaohua? Fengxue described your appearance to him back then, and he smiled, as if he was reminiscing. Do you know him? Unfortunately, I don't know his name, nor do I know yours.
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