Chapter 128: Father and Son, you killed your own father and recognized the thief as your father. Isn’t this treasonous?
"What are you talking about, Junior Brother Xie? Are you worried too much and have lost your mind? Senior Brother, the headmaster, is still on his deathbed, how could he have passed away?"
The person who spoke was Elder Qin. His usually stern face had lost some of its usual seriousness and pickiness, which was quite different from usual.
Xie Hanyi's calm eyes flashed with a moment of surprise when he saw Elder Qin's face clearly, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Brother, you should understand what I am saying." He spoke calmly, slowly looking at the person in front of him, comparing each one with some of his inner guesses.
"The Sect Leader is the only bloodline left in the world by our late master, Guiyuan Zhenren. Born prematurely, his early aptitude for the Dao was limited, and his initiation into the Dao was difficult. However, thanks to the late master's love and care, he received constant and earnest guidance and guidance, ultimately achieving immortality. Furthermore, he possesses a resilient and kind nature. Although his path of cultivation has been bumpy, he has traveled further than most ordinary cultivators. How could he be so selfish and mean-spirited, lacking any sense of justice?"
Elder Qin's expression froze, the smugness he had been trying to suppress seemingly extinguished. The muscles at the corners of his mouth trembled, as if he were the one being humiliated. "What righteousness, what grace? They're just excuses used by the weak to cover up their incompetence. What's the point of them?"
Xie Hanyi stared at his face that was about to collapse, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and the corners of his mouth drooped.
"You are not Elder Qin either."
In just a few words, he spoke with great confidence, completely different from the doubts and guesses he had just expressed to Qi Yuanbai.
Elder Qin seemed to have been enduring it with great difficulty, but now that he was exposed by his words, he finally couldn't bear it anymore. His tense face suddenly collapsed, and he laughed loudly towards the sky. His whole body staggered from side to side, and he couldn't even stand. He wanted to burst into laughter and fall to the ground. There was no trace of the Taoist spirit of a cultivator left.
"Xie Junior Brother, were you seriously injured in the Western Extreme and have lost consciousness? If I'm not Elder Qin, who else could it be?"
Xie Hanyi's fingers, hidden in his drooping sleeves, moved, wanting to move towards the sword at his waist, but paused for the moment: "The leader who has always been here is no longer the original Qi Yuanbai, and the current Elder Qin is no longer the previous Elder Qin. So, there is only one possibility——"
He no longer concealed his previous speculation and said in a deep voice: "The current Elder Qin is the one who had been pretending to be the head of the sect."
Elder Qin had laughed enough and slowly stopped, his crooked body straightening. His eyes, which had been a little cloudy, gleamed with an unusual and excited light. "You've finally discovered it. I was able to hide for so long thanks to you, who have always followed your master's orders and stayed in Lingshanze all year round, keeping abreast of external affairs. If it weren't for your new disciple, I'm afraid you wouldn't have recovered until now."
As he spoke, he tilted his neck back and slowly twisted it twice, appearing a bit stiff. The fingers of his hands, hanging at his sides, clenched in the air, as if he still wasn't used to it. He muttered, "It's just an ordinary body after all. The bones, meridians, flesh, blood, and joints are better than before, but still not satisfactory."
Xie Hanyi keenly caught the word "previously" and immediately realized that it was referring to the leader Qi Yuanbai.
He glanced at Qi Yuanbai, who lay on the bed with a pale face, and suppressed the waves of delayed and complicated pain in his heart. He asked in a deep voice the question he wanted to ask the most: "Who are you?"
The man gathered his expression, raised his head, and stared at Xie Hanyi strangely, saying with a half-smile, "You and I are old acquaintances. How come you haven't recognized me yet?"
"It's you—" Xie Hanyi looked at his suddenly familiar expression, his eyes stern, and suddenly understood, "Kun Sheyang."
Back then, he had killed the great devil Kun Sheyang with a single sword during the Battle of Changgeng, and his remaining soul was imprisoned under the spiritual vein in the western desert.
Over the years, everyone thought he was dead, even Xie Hanyi didn't have too many doubts.
After all, when they were in the Western Pole, Kun Sheyang's physical body had long been annihilated in the sand and dust, and his soul was scattered. Only the remaining spirit was left. It was not that he and his master Qi Guiyuan were overly cautious, but the spiritual vein was about to overturn the entire continent at that time, so they had to seal it immediately. Seeing that there was still a residual soul, they could no longer completely eliminate it, so they had to seal it together with the spiritual vein, which prevented it from causing a shocking disaster.
Logically speaking, since Kun Sheyang has fallen, even if there is a little bit of his soul left, he can no longer do anything and will only be completely annihilated with the passage of time - just like the lotus lanterns enshrined in the back hall of Guizang Temple, the only difference is the length of time.
The last time something unexpected happened in the Western Extremes, he already had some doubts in his heart. If he had not been in danger at that time and unable to do anything, he would not have waited until now.
"It's you, who has been possessing the body of the head brother. Now, you have possessed Elder Qin's body."
The smile hidden on the corner of Elder Qin's lips was revealed: "Yes, it's me."
Xie Hanyi was shocked, but remained calm on the surface. He asked again, "How did you escape from Xiji?"
When Qi Guiyuan was alive, he was also a powerful man who wanted to dominate the world. The seal he set up should not leave any loopholes.
"Elder Qin" - actually Kun Sheyang, looked at Qi Yuanbai on the bed and curled his lips: "I didn't escape. The seal set by you and your master would have left me alive even if I had a higher level of cultivation. How could you have broken it? Thanks to him -"
There was a hint of pity in his eyes as he looked at Qi Yuanbai.
"When you and your disciple went to Wubei Town to recuperate, he returned there alone, collected my remains, and gave me a lotus lantern."
The lotus lantern is a thing from the Tianyan Sect. It can temporarily store a few wisps of fleeting souls and has always been used by disciples to express temporary mourning. How could Qi Yuanbai use this thing on Kun Sheyang, the notorious devil?
Xie Hanyi just felt something was wrong and didn't believe what he had just said.
Kun Sheyang seemed to understand him very well, and seemed extremely perceptive. Anticipating his suspicion, he twitched the corners of his mouth and leaned forward slightly, moving closer to him. His cloudy eyes, with a strange mockery, stared intently at the face in front of him, as calm and handsome as frost and snow. "I forgot, that cunning old man Qi Guiyuan must not have told you—"
"You, Xie Hanyi, are my son, Kun Sheyang."
His voice was as low as it could be, and it was just a few short digits, but it was like a thunderclap, hitting Xie Hanyi's ears.
"That old fellow Qi Guiyuan probably never dreamed that his own son not only didn't inherit his talent for cultivation, but also his cold heart. When Qi Yuanbai learned of this that day, he secretly collected my body for me."
He couldn't help laughing as he spoke, as if he found it incredibly absurd. "He truly has good intentions. He's afraid you'll kill your father and face divine punishment in the future, but he doesn't dare tell you the truth, so he's here to make amends for you."
The composure he had maintained throughout the whole process was no longer sustainable at this moment. Xie Hanyi was stunned, shaking his head and categorically denying it: "Impossible."
He never doubted his origins.
Before entering Tianyan, he was just an ordinary child of unknown origin, living in a quiet mountain village with a mortal adoptive mother who had no fate with immortality. According to his adoptive mother, he was found dying in a wooden basin by the river. Perhaps because his body was too weak and he seemed to have some congenital deficiencies, he was abandoned by his parents.
At that time, the world was in the midst of a disaster, and people everywhere were left homeless and their families broken up due to famine. It was normal to encounter skeletons on the road and abandoned babies in temples.
It was also by chance that I was able to enter Tianyan later.
At that time, Qi Guiyuan, who was still an elder of Tianyan, was traveling to the mountain village where Qi Guiyuan lived. Seeing that although Qi Guiyuan was born thin, he had a light body and excellent resilience, he tested his physique - although not excellent, it was considered average.
He grew up in a mountain village and didn't know anything about cultivation. He only heard people say that if he joined a large sect, he would never have to worry about food and clothing in the future. He just needed to practice diligently. In order to ensure that his mother would have no worries about food and clothing, he didn't hesitate much and decided to join the Tianyan Outer Sect.
However, there were many natural disasters at that time, and before he could set out, his mother accidentally died in a mountain flood.
He was an orphan who was picked up and raised by his adoptive mother for more than ten years, and was alone again.
It was Qi Guiyuan who had not left yet. Seeing that he was alone and helpless, he simply took him in as a boy to serve tea and water. He traveled with him all the way until he returned to Tianyan and joined the outer sect, which also solved the problem of his travel expenses.
Despite this connection, Qi Guiyuan did not give him any special care. Since he entered Tianyan, he had achieved everything bit by bit through his own efforts. This allowed him to gain a foothold inside and outside Tianyan without any family background to support him, and he was respected by other brothers.
Because of this, he had always felt both gratitude and respect for Qi Guiyuan. In his heart, his master had always been an upright and kind person, a role model for all living cultivators to look up to.
He never thought that his master might have lied to him before.
"Why not?" Kun Sheyang chuckled disdainfully, raising his head. "If he didn't know, how could he appear in your village? Do you really think he wandered there by accident?"
Xie Hanyi couldn't be sure.
"He just wants to use you to lure me out and get rid of me." Kun Sheyang's face was expressionless. "He knows that my body will eventually give out and I will definitely come back to find you, his biological son. After all—"
He extended his hand and patted Xie Hanyi's shoulder meaningfully: "Only blood, flesh and blood, can become the best container, just like your little apprentice."
When Mu Fuyun was mentioned, Xie Hanyi suddenly lost his composure. He waved away the cold hand on his shoulder and asked sternly, "What did you do to her?"
"Nothing, I just wanted her to try this soul-nourishing technique between flesh and blood for me first."
Kun Sheyang's cold and complacent tone made Xie Hanyi's heart beat faster.
Who else could it be but Mu Fuyue, the fallen one? Thinking of his disciple, Xie Hanyi felt a pang of pain in his heart.
That kid has had a hard enough life.
"Don't even think about it!" Only then did Xie Hanyi finally show signs of anger. He suddenly tightened his hands that were originally hanging by his side, drew the sword from his waist, and pointed it directly at Kun Sheyang, "I will never let you succeed!"
"You weren't angry just now, but now you react so strongly to the mention of that little disciple. You're truly a competent master." Kun Sheyang said sarcastically, "What a pity. This matter is beyond your control. As for that child, there's no turning back."
The sword in Xie Hanyi's hand trembled slightly, and then he moved forward half a foot, leaving less than three inches away from Kun Sheyang's body: "What did you do to her!"
"Nothing, she just happened to be unlucky."
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