The reason why the Banxia clan is called the water god may be related to their unusual hair and eyes.
Even at night, even under the firelight, even with his silver hair devoid of luster, he was still so conspicuous that he could be seen at a glance.
"Village chief, one of them has escaped."
A young villager pointed to the Banxia Creek on the ground and said.
The village chief was an elderly man over fifty years old, who appeared kind and ordinary.
Ban Xiaxi heard the sound behind him, and his silver eyes were filled with terror. He tried to get up by bracing himself on the ground with his hands, but his hands would not obey his commands. No matter how much he cried and struggled, he could not muster any strength.
"The wizard once mentioned a method to transfer the fortune of Banxia Yishi to someone else using the physical body as a medium. Since he is still alive, let's take him back."
The village chief stared coldly at Ban Xiaxi, who was struggling on the ground. It was as if, in his eyes, apart from their child who had drowned in the water, this child with a full head of silver hair, who looked like a monster, had no meaning whatsoever.
A woman stood behind them. Seeing several villagers approach and tightly bind Ban Xiaxi's legs with rope, and hearing his desperate cries, a hint of pity appeared in her eyes. She said, "Village chief, he's just a child. He did nothing wrong..."
“Weren’t the children who died in the village children? Did they do something wrong?” The old villager glanced at her coldly and said, “The wizard has already said that the Banxia clan does not look like humans. They are mountain monsters in disguise, yet they dare to call themselves ‘water gods.’ It is because they offended the real water god that the water god took away our children. They are just a group of monsters. There is no need to pity them.”
"No..." Ban Xiaxi's voice trembled as she tried to refute, "No..."
Tears rolled down his pale cheeks. His voice was hoarse, filled with utter despair and anguish, "Village chief...no...we're not monsters...you've misunderstood..."
Even now, Ban Xiaxi still doesn't realize what awaits her.
"No, it's not..."
He gripped the sleeve of the person next to him tightly with his fingertips, choking back tears, "Uncle...we're not monsters...save my brother...save them..."
Unfortunately, the child's desperate cries failed to move them.
The man pulled his sleeve back and said firmly, "You are monsters. You have offended the water god and committed a great taboo, killing my children. You have killed them, and you will pay with your lives."
"no……"
Ban Xiaxi was dragged back to the village. The villagers regarded him as a monster, feared him, hated him, and tormented him, but wanted to spare his life.
Ban Xiaxi was treated like livestock, with a noose around his neck and tied to an abandoned cowshed. At first, he always thought that he was still alive, at least he was still alive, at least the last bloodline of the Ban Xia clan was still there, and he had to live no matter what.
Once he's better and has regained some of his cultivation, we'll escape from here. We absolutely must escape from here!
But he was human, and he was frail and sickly from childhood. He needed water and food; without them, he would die! He didn't want to die, and he couldn't die!
So he had no choice. The rope around his neck could only take him as far as the door of the cowshed. He tried to stick his hand out through the crack in the door, hoping that the villagers passing by would notice him and give him something to eat or drink.
But they hated him, loathed him, and would pour water on their livestock in his presence rather than give it to him.
Ban Xiaxi didn't know what she had done wrong, nor did she know what her clansmen had done wrong, and she couldn't understand why she was being treated this way.
Due to lack of water and hunger, his body grew weaker and weaker. Finally, when he was on the verge of death, a boy who happened to be passing by gave him a bowl of water to drink.
Xie Shuci recognized the boy; it was Xiaogouzi.
That was probably the puppy's previous life; its face did not have the totem symbolizing slavery.
Ban Xiaxi remembered the kindness of that bowl of water for a full ten thousand years. He killed the descendants of the villagers and caused a flood that killed innocent people, but he never harmed the little dog.
If at that time, the villagers
If someone were willing to give him a bowl of water, he probably wouldn't hate him to this extent.
But just then, the water mirror in front of them disappeared without warning.
At the same time, a figure appeared in the pebbly bottom of the water.
He stood quietly in the water, his expression calm, his gaze deep, his lips parting as he said, "Brother, don't look anymore."
He didn't make a sound, but Xie Shuci understood, and Ban Xiayin also heard it.
Banxiaxi is the water god, and Banxiayin knows what the silent water is trying to convey to him.
Ban Xiayin silently looked at the child in front of her, seemingly unable to see any trace of the little stream in him.
He forced a smile. "You've finally decided to come out and see your brother."
"Knowing I refuse to see you, why don't you leave?" Ban Xiaxi looked at him, her brows furrowed in a cold and murderous gaze.
"Because, my brother wants to see you..."
As he uttered the last few words, Ban Xiayin's voice trembled involuntarily.
"I was wrong...I did something wrong..."
"Brother, you're not wrong, they're the ones who are wrong."
Ban Xiaxi gave him a deep look, then turned her gaze to Xie Shuci. "Xie Shuci, I won't kill you. I'll let you go. Take that child with you, and take my brother with you. Leave."
Xie Shuci did not respond to his question, but instead asked, "What is this about using the physical body as a medium to transfer destiny, as that old beast said?"
The phrase "transferring fate" reminded Xie Shuci of Helian Zhu, whom he had once encountered. Unbeknownst to him, he had been framed by the family head and had his fate stolen.
Ban Xiaxi said casually, "Through my body, I transferred the fortune of the clan to them. So, brother, the reason you and the clan cannot be reincarnated is because of me. As long as you cannot be reincarnated, your fortune will be transferred to their next generation, one generation after another."
Xie Shuci gasped upon hearing this. To use his body to transfer the fate of his clan—how cruel that must have been for him…
Even on his deathbed, his people wanted to get him to safety, but the villagers...
"What did they do to you?" Xie Shuci asked in a trembling voice.
Ban Xiaxi was silent for a moment, then said, "I forgot."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ban Xiayin suddenly stood up and walked directly out of the water cage.
This small water cage couldn't hold him at all.
He immersed himself in the water, turning his back to Xie Shuci as he walked towards Ban Xiayin. His thin clothes were soaked through, and his long hair floated in the water like silver silk.
"Don't come any closer!" Ban Xiaxi suddenly shouted, her face contorted with rage.
"Brother wants to hug you." Ban Xiayin's voice was somewhat muffled in the water. He stepped on the flowing water and walked slowly but firmly toward Ban Xiaxi.
"Ah!" Ban Xiaxi's expression turned grim. He stirred up the waves in the lake, forming four chains that rose from the bottom of the lake, firmly binding Ban Xiayin's limbs, trying to prevent him from getting closer to him in this way.
Xie Shuci was trapped in the water cage and could only watch this scene helplessly.
Chains bound Ban Xiayin's limbs, attempting to pull him backward. Ban Xiayin stretched out his hands forward, silently and forcefully continuing to approach Ban Xiaxi.
He was like the fish swimming upstream that Xie Shuci saw in the small mirror, struggling to move forward despite strong obstacles.
"Little Creek, your brother misses you so much."
His scalding tears fell into the icy lake water, like a crystal-clear pearl, especially noticeable in the water.
“Brother…” Ban Xiaxi stared blankly at him, silently murmuring two words.
A blood-red tear slid from Ban Xiayin's right eye, passing the corner of his eye and floating among the rubble and stars.
"...Don't cry."
Little Creek doesn't want to see you cry anymore.
Xiaoxi cannot allow anyone in this world to hurt her brother.
Despite being bound by chains, the four limbs eventually pulled Ban Xiaxi into their arms.
"I was wrong, brother was wrong." Ban Xiayin hugged him tightly and whispered her repentance in his ear.
“Brother is not wrong.” Ban Xiaxi shook her head. “Brother…”
His voice gradually trembled, eventually turning into sobs.
He clung to his brother's neck, just like before, his sobs going from restrained to unrestrained. At this moment, he was still the same as before, just a coward who would whine in his brother's arms.
"Brother...I miss you so much..."
Ban Xiayin gently stroked his back, "Brother misses you too."
“Tell your brother what they did to you.”
When he said this, Ban Xiayin's voice was filled with endless coldness.
If he had known everything beforehand, perhaps he should have let Xiaoxi die in the fire with him.
Ban Xiaxi shook her head vigorously, "No... Brother can't know..."
Upon hearing this, Ban Xiayin lowered his long eyelashes, concealing the emotions in his eyes. He nodded silently, ruffled Ban Xiaxi's hair, gently pushed him away, and asked, "Xiaoxi, do you want to trap them here forever? Your brother will stay with you."
“No,” Ban Xiaxi refused him with unusual firmness, “Brother, you have been trapped here for thousands of years. You must leave this place and leave with them.”
Ban Xiayin gently tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "Brother won't leave. Whatever you want to do, brother will accompany you. But you must promise brother that I and Shuci will dispel the resentment in your heart."
"No! I will make them pay the price!" Ban Xiaxi said hatefully.
Ban Xiayin said, "Brother will make them pay the price. I will never let those who hurt you get away with it. But I don't want you to get hurt again. Please entrust everything to me, okay?"
"No..." Ban Xiaxi suddenly pushed Ban Xiayin away forcefully, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy. The lake that represented his origin also trembled, and the icy lake water slapped against the rock wall, making an angry howl.
"I'll send them to hell! I'll make them pay! I'll make them all disappear with me!"
The lake water suddenly became turbulent and kept churning, crashing against the thin water cage, as if the lake water would break through the cage and rush in at any moment.
"Little Stream!" Ban Xiayin reached out to grab him, but his figure instantly transformed into flowing water and merged into the lake.
At the same time, the water cage that had been trapping Xie Shuci was broken by the water, and Xie Shuci fell into the icy lake water with a "plop".
"Waaah!" Xie Shuci whimpered. Ban Xiayin turned around and used her spiritual power to lift him out of the water, but Ban Xiaxi had already disappeared without a trace.
"Cough—" Xie Shuci surfaced, choking on a mouthful of water. Ban Xiayin swam to his side, supporting his waist, and lifted his body completely off the water.
"Pfft!" Xie Shuci spat out a mouthful of water, his clothes clinging wetly to his skin, his hair obscuring his eyes. After confirming that he was safe, he took a couple of breaths, wiped the hair from his face, and asked, "Where's Ban Xiaxi?"
Ban Xiayin floated on the water with him, and after hearing this, shook her head and said, "I don't know."
"Brother Shuci, are you alright?"
"Aww!"
Several voices came from the shore. Xie Shuci looked up and saw Xie An staring at them with a gloomy expression. He quickly waved to the shore and said, "I'm fine!"
Ban Xiayin half-carried Xie Shuci back to the shore. As soon as they landed, Xie An grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms. Touching Xie Shuci's wet clothes, Xie An involuntarily frowned.
Afraid that he would worry, Xie Shuci used her spiritual power to dry the clothes and said, "I'm fine."
"What did you see? Did Ban Xiaxi just appear?" Sikong Xin asked.
Xie Shuci nodded and said, "We saw him underwater."
The little dog came forward, pointed to the other side of the lake, and said to everyone, "The lake water is starting to turn black."
Upon hearing this, Xie Shuci was startled and quickly looked up. Sure enough, at the end of the rubble, the fluorescent light spread on the rubble was slowly being swallowed by the darkness.
"Oh no!" Xie Shuci exclaimed.
"Shu Ci, lend me the Fulong magic weapon," Ban Xiayin said in a deep voice.
"Alright!" Xie Shuci hurriedly rummaged through his small pouch to retrieve the Dragon-Subduing Magic Weapon, but at the same time, he was somewhat at a loss.
"But I don't know how to activate the Hidden Dragon Formation..."
Ban Xiayin placed his hand on his shoulder and said, "The Fulong magic artifact has chosen you, so you can open the Fulong formation. Please."
After saying that, Ban Xiayin solemnly jumped into the lake.
Blue spiritual energy floated around him, and the colors reflected on the pebbles were breathtaking. He covered the areas of the lake water with his spiritual energy, but could only slow down the rate of change in the lake water.
"Shuci, do your best. No matter the outcome, I will lead you out of here and release the cultivators trapped in the secret realm. Remember, do your best!"
Before long, Ban Xiayin's voice came from the water.
Xie Shuci gritted his teeth. He didn't care if it was right or wrong, or who was right or wrong. He wanted Ban Xiaxi to live, even if it meant she had to live as the Water God!
"Xie An, stay away from me," Xie Shuci turned around and instructed the others.
The spiritual power within the Dragon-Subduing Artifact is too turbulent. If Xie Shuci doesn't find the right method, he is very likely to suffer a backlash and explode to his death.
"Brother Shuci, what you're doing is too dangerous," Sikong Xin said, frowning.
"Aww..." The king also looked at Xie Shuci with concern.
“Shu Ci, remember this, and act according to your ability.” Ban Xia Yin’s voice rang out again in the water.
Xie Shuci sat cross-legged, opened his mind, and tried to calm the surging anger in his heart.
A ring of white spiritual energy surged outward from Xie Shuci's body, gradually connecting to the Fulong magical artifact. He was using the method of activating the bronze medicine cauldron to slowly allow the Fulong magical artifact to fully accept the spiritual energy he released.
During this process, everyone held their breath, fearing that the slightest mistake would cause the Dragon-Subduing Artifact to go out of control.
Xie An stood not far from Xie Shuci, his eyes fixed intently on Xie Shuci's tightly closed eyes. He knew better than anyone what the final fate of Ban Xiaxi would be. However, watching Xie Shuci's desperate efforts to keep him alive, watching him risk his life for someone he had only known for a few days, Xie An felt a mix of helplessness and worry. How heartbroken Xie Shuci would be when he realized that all his efforts had been in vain.
He disliked being emotionally influenced by others, but when that person was Xie Shuci, everything seemed so natural.
With Xie Shuci in his current state, activating the true Subduing Dragon Formation is nothing short of a pipe dream.
However, if he fails to activate the Dragon Subduing Formation, this fool will take all the blame upon himself.
However, it's not entirely hopeless. It's just that Xie Shuci is going to break his promise again, and there's another entity sharing his spiritual connection with him.
Like the bronze tripod, it will be branded with Xie Shuci's mark.
It seems that just thinking about it makes one feel upset.
Xie Shuci was unaware of his surroundings; he was completely focused on activating the Dragon-Subduing Artifact. To his dismay, although the floating artifact accepted his spiritual power, it refused to obey his commands and open the Dragon-Subduing Formation. As he maintained a prolonged connection with the Dragon-Subduing Artifact, a continuous stream of auspicious energy flowed into his body, circulating through his meridians along with his spiritual power, finally settling in his dantian and enveloping his golden core.
He felt a throbbing sensation throughout his body, as if his meridians were about to burst. He couldn't help but furrow his brow, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
"Say no more, you mustn't continue!" Ban Xiayin, who had been watching his movements closely, immediately spoke up to remind him after noticing his predicament.
Xie Shuci was unwilling to accept this; he didn't want to watch Ban Xiaxi become a pawn of Heaven.
Ban Xiayin had no choice but to spare a wisp of spiritual power to sever Xie Shuci's connection with the Fulong artifact. But just then, the bronze cauldron on Xie Shuci's body was activated by a wisp of red spiritual power and awoke from its slumber. Upon contact with the spiritual power emanating from Xie Shuci, the bronze cauldron emitted a dazzling blue light. The contract it had formed with Xie Shuci made it instinctively release its spiritual power to protect Xie Shuci.
"My goodness, this...this is a contract!" Liu Dazhuang exclaimed, speechless as he stared at the scene.
Sikong Xin frowned and looked at Xie An, "Who exactly is he?"
Xie An did not respond to him, his eyes never leaving Xie Shuci.
Cyan spiritual energy fused in
Xie Shuci's spiritual power gradually extended towards the Dragon-Subduing Artifact. Xie Shuci felt his body tremble slightly as the excess auspicious energy within him was drawn out.
The bronze medicine cauldron can refine all things. In front of it, even the Dragon Subduing Artifact cannot help but show weakness, and the golden light surrounding it immediately weakens.
Despite this, the Dragon-Subduing Artifact did not open.
Seeing this, Xie An glanced at the king and said, "Go help him."
"Huh?" The king looked at him in confusion.
"Use spiritual power to force open the Dragon-Subduing Artifact," Xie An said.
A bronze medicine cauldron, a spirit beast with an innate inner core, and Xie Shuci, who has been accepted by the Fulong magic artifact, should be enough.
The first two are related to Xie Shuci, so the Fulong magic weapon will not have a strong rejection reaction.
"Huh?"
If you're so capable, why don't you help Diedie?
Xie An suppressed his lip, "It's not appropriate, it could easily backfire."
"Ouch."
Oh, I remember now, Mommy cultivates the path of killing, so Longlong will be just as scared as you are, baby.
The Great King leaped forward, transforming back into his Crimson Snow Wolf form. He opened his wolf mouth and exhaled a wisp of spiritual energy, which merged with the blue-white spiritual light.
"My goodness!"
Seeing this, Liu Dazhuang was completely dumbfounded. "This wolf cub is only a few months old, and it has already cultivated its inner core?"
Sikong Xin glanced at him speechlessly, "Have you ever seen a spirit beast that can cultivate its inner core in just a few months? It's a rare spirit beast with a naturally occurring inner core; even the Crimson Snow Wolf that gave birth to it is probably a spirit beast."
Even so, it's no exaggeration to say that a spirit beast born with an inner core is one in ten thousand.
"My goodness, just who is Xie Shuci? A bronze medicine cauldron, a dragon-subduing magic weapon, and a spirit beast with a natural inner core. Even if you took him to the Floating Pagoda Realm, he would be treated like the chief disciple of one of the four great immortal sects! With that kind of background, I'm afraid even you, the second disciple of the Sikong family, can't compare, right?"
Sikong Xin paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "If you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth!"
Liu Dazhuang sighed, "Do you think we'd be discovered if we killed someone and stole treasure here?"
Sikong Xin: "..."
Feeling Xie An's cold gaze directed at them, Sikong Xin cursed inwardly, "I don't know if we'll be discovered, because you idiot won't be able to leave here at all!"
Sometimes he really wanted to throw Xie An's identity in Liu Dazhuang's face.
Xie Shuci sensed the spiritual power of the bronze cauldron and the Great King, but at a certain moment, he also seemed to sense a very unfamiliar spiritual power that did not belong to anyone present.
But at this moment, he had no time to think. Under the continuous attack of the three spiritual forces, the Fulong Magic Artifact finally gave up its struggle and opened its door to Xie Shuci. At the same time, Xie Shuci clearly felt the shape of the Fulong Magic Artifact appear in his sea of consciousness, just like the bronze medicine cauldron. In the instant their spiritual forces were connected, it was as if an invisible hand was guiding Xie Shuci to take the next step.
Xie Shuci naturally formed hand seals, and a golden array appeared in front of his chest.
"The Dragon-Subduing Formation!" Liu Dazhuang exclaimed in surprise.
Xie Shuci pushed the Fulong magic artifact onto the water's surface, and the array moved beneath it, continuously rotating and expanding until it completely covered the lake's surface.
The dazzling light emitted by the formation illuminated the entire Chunsheng Mountain. Auspicious energy surged into the lake like a river overflowing its banks. It was an aura full of vitality and power. Upon contact with the auspicious energy, the lake water shook violently, as if trying to expel the aura.
"Shuci, thank you."
Ban Xiayin leaped out of the water, gathering a ball of azure spiritual energy in his hands, which swirled around the Fulong Formation, suppressing the struggling lake beneath him.
At the end of the lake, the inky blackness spreading in the water has stopped.
Seeing that struggling was futile, the lake became completely still.
Sikong said, "The Fulong Formation and your spiritual power can only suppress it temporarily, but Banxiaxi can hide in other waters. We must make him willingly return here, otherwise his origin will be polluted sooner or later."
"Then what should we do?" Liu Dazhuang asked.
Sikong Xin glanced at him and said, "Let him return to the formation."
The little dog said, "Ban Xiayin is his brother, but even that couldn't make him stay here willingly. He doesn't want to turn back anymore."
Upon hearing this, Sikong Xin fell silent.
The puppy was right; the resentment that had accumulated in Ban Xiaxi's heart for tens of thousands of years could not possibly disappear overnight.
However, perhaps influenced by Xie Shuci, in this situation, it is better to do one's best than to sit and wait for death.
Even if you know you can't do it, you can still give it a try.
It's better to do nothing than to fail.
Do your best and leave the rest to fate.
Sikong Xin pondered for a moment and asked the little dog, "Where are your parents' bodies trapped? Perhaps we can find some clues from them."
The little dog stared at him blankly, as if realizing that the cultivators standing in front of him were different from those he had encountered in Chunsheng Mountain.
"Okay." The puppy took a deep breath and nodded. "Come with me."
"Dazhuang, let's go."
Liu Dazhuang hesitated for a moment, "But they..."
"Don't worry, they are safe."
"Please." Ban Xiayin's voice came from the water. He needed to continuously release spiritual energy in the water and could not leave easily.
After the three left, the Fulong Formation was fully formed. Xie An walked up to the King, severed his connection with Xie Shuci, and cut off Xie Shuci's connection with the Fulong Formation. He then took the exhausted and unconscious Xie Shuci into his arms.
"Lie down," Xie An said to the king.
The king nodded obediently and lay down on the ground.
Xie An gently placed Xie Shuci on the king's back, letting the king cover Xie Shuci's body with its tail, then got up and walked to the lakeside.
"My name is Xie An. I greet you, senior."
Xie An clasped his hands in greeting to Ban Xiayin, who was sitting cross-legged in the water.
Ban Xiayin slowly opened her eyes, looked at Xie An on the shore, and asked, "Just now, did you help me and Shuci?"
"Yes," Xie An nodded.
Ban Xiayin nodded slightly, her silver eyes quietly looking at Xie An. "You came to see me, is there something you need?"
"This junior would like to borrow the small mirror to take a look."
Ban Xiayin was slightly taken aback, somewhat puzzled: "What do you want to see?"
"future."
Ban Xiayin said, "Your soul cultivation has reached its peak. In the future, there will only be one path: death."
What difference does it make whether we look at such a future or not?
Moreover, having already cultivated the path of slaughter, why would one care about the future?
Xie An lowered his eyes and said, "The future of Xie Shuci."
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