Chapter 43 Returning Home
Opposite Qingjue, Yun Yuelin still had a sliver of consciousness, with black lines already creeping up his cheeks. As soon as he appeared, Qingjue felt the restlessness of several Gu worms within his body.
He forcefully suppressed it again, and black blood stained his blue and white clothes.
Clearly, Yun Yuelin wasn't much better off.
Mu Yuan said, "I can only forcefully extract the mother Gu. Young Master Yun... whether you can hold on depends on yourself."
Yunyue nodded.
Qingjue gritted his teeth and said, "Let's have a contest... whoever shouts first is the little dog."
Yun Yuelin opened her mouth, but couldn't speak; however, her eyes said it all.
Let's compare then.
Mu Yuan took a deep breath, focused his attention, and poured his demonic power into Yun Yuelin's chest, directly into the golden core within her body, forcefully tearing away the black energy on it.
He coughed up a mouthful of black blood, much more than before, which kept pouring out.
The mother Gu probably sensed that it was moving away from the host, and immediately began to resist. It struggled wildly inside Yun Yuelin's body, and Mu Yuan used all his strength to pull it back.
Mu Yuan groaned with difficulty, using a few branches to steady himself as he continued to pull back his strength.
On the other side, Qingjue stopped suppressing the Gu worms, and these Gu worms stopped devouring his body. Instead, they kept trying to emerge. Black energy crawled out of his body and turned into wriggling worms. Qingjue was in so much pain that he lost his voice and could no longer make a sound.
But he was thinking to himself that he probably hadn't been able to eat for days.
Mu Yuan painstakingly separated the mother Gu from Yun Yuelin's golden core. The emerging Gu worms tried to crawl onto Yun Yuelin's body, but Qing Jue was prepared. He drew blood and summoned a talisman, and the black blood scattered on the ground gathered the emerging Gu worms together.
As the mother Gu was slowly withdrawn, the black blood vessels on Yun Yuelin's body gradually diminished, but the pain only increased. In order to increase the success rate, he did something that Qing Jue had never expected.
He actually used his spiritual power to draw out the Wasted Life Sword.
He stabbed himself right through the chest, and in his surprise, he suddenly pulled back, tearing the mother Gu out of the ripped flesh.
...
“Ayan.”
After an unknown amount of time, a low voice came from inside the room:
"It was burned."
Yan Shiqun had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He withdrew his kicking foot, raised his palm to gather evil energy into burning fire, and kicked open the wooden door.
The room was a scene of devastation, with black blood everywhere. Yun Yue lay on the ground with a large gash in her chest and blood around her mouth. Qing Jue sat there with his head down, motionless, also covered in black blood, looking as if he had been soaked in blood plasma.
However, there were no traces of the Gu poison on their bodies, because those disgusting maggots had gathered in the blood plasma in the middle.
"Master!"
"Lin'er!"
Several children rushed in and, together with the Yun family head, helped one of them up. Mu Yuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said:
"I can't heal these wounds. You should hurry back to the Yun family and ask Qingfeng and the others for treatment."
"Thank you all," the Yun family head said, his emotions overflowing as he helped Yun Yuelin stop the bleeding and bandage her wounds. "We'll head back now!"
Jie Zhoujian supported Qingjue's slumped body from behind, saying, "Sister Muyuan, please help Aju remove the remaining poison first. Linglai's arm is injured, so don't move it anymore. Just help Tianyu take those three back. We'll decide what to do when Master wakes up."
"good!"
“You can have it now,” Yan Shiqun said fiercely, his palm burning brightly. “I’m going to burn this place to the ground.”
Before they left, they saw a huge fire in the mountains, and it was likely that the area around the wooden house, spanning several miles, had been burned to the ground.
Ruan Linglai covered her arm and looked at Jie Zhoujian with concern.
Jie Zhoujian shook his head with a dark face: "Let him burn it, he's been holding back for a long time."
This was almost the last of Qingjue's consciousness; she fainted after smelling the reassuring fragrance on Jiezhoujian's body.
I opened my eyes, and the air I smelled was a familiar scent that I hadn't heard in a long time... Familiar? No, it felt somewhat strange.
In modern times, Qingjue lives on the original site of his teacher's house. The house has been rebuilt and is no longer the same as he remembered. At first, he was very uncomfortable and had severe sleep problems at night, so he would burn some calming incense.
right……
So, the scent on Jie Zhoujian's body before she fainted was very similar to the scent of the incense sticks she usually used.
However, he couldn't quite remember the scent; only his body's reaction made it familiar.
...Why do I smell that scent again?
Qingjue's blurred vision gradually returned, and what came into view was a pure white ceiling and a bedroom light.
...
...
After a moment of stunned silence, Qingjue suddenly sat up.
How many years has it been? How many years has he been in that world?
He had almost forgotten the furnishings and decorations in the room. These things that existed in his memory, Qingjue once thought that he would never come back, and that it would be good to live out his life in that world.
Rather, it's more like his utopia, a place that loves him, that he loves, and that has top-tier combat power, enough to protect everyone.
But he just inexplicably came back.
Qingjue had only one thought and one possibility left in his mind.
...He's dead?
No, but this shouldn't be happening... How could this be?
He shouldn't die, he can't die, he shouldn't die!
He clearly felt he had pulled through, and it was obvious that he had only fainted due to exhaustion and blood loss. With so many miraculous medicines in the cultivation world, surely they could save him, right? Why did he find himself back in his own world when he opened his eyes?
What about his apprentices?
What about the disciples of the Qing family?
What about the Yun family?
No...no no no no!
Calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down.
Qingjue quickly calmed himself down, realizing that something was very wrong with him.
I don't know why, but my brain felt like it was about to explode, and these thoughts were almost like a kind of obsessive brainwashing.
The thought that he could never return to that world made his heart ache as if it were being torn apart.
Even he himself felt confused amidst his pain.
Did he really have such deep feelings for the people of that world? Logically speaking, he saved everyone, and everyone should be living well. Actually, thinking about it that way isn't so bad.
At most, we'll feel sad and heartbroken for him, but all good things must come to an end, and at least he died with dignity.
...What about Yun Yuelin? Did he pull through? He finally ripped open his own chest, and Qingjue's last vision was of a bloody red expanse. Was he still alive?
And would Xie Zhoujian really try to kill himself for him?
In short, his mind was full of these messy, illogical thoughts.
Qingjue got out of bed and walked around the house. He couldn't remember the layout of the house, but he felt that this was definitely his home.
But he couldn't find his phone. He turned on the TV and glanced at the date; it was now three years after he had his fever.
But his house looked as clean as it had been yesterday, as if someone had always lived there.
Of course, it's also possible that the house was resold because of his/her disappearance...
He didn't care about any of that; all he wanted to do was figure out a way to get back.
Since he traveled to that world because of a fever, could he have the same experience if he got sick again?
Qingjue slumped on the sofa, his mind racing with thoughts. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, with a feeling that if he didn't hurry back, he would never see them again.
Three years have passed in this world. Could it be that time flows differently in the two worlds?
All told, he spent about 15 years in that world. Could it be five years to one year?
If time flows five times faster in that world, he should seize the moment even more; he doesn't have time to wait for himself to fall ill.
What to do? What should he do? What method can he devise to get back there?
Or is this not modern society at all, and this is actually a trick of that Gu magic? Right, isn't there a guy who's a master of illusions?
Qingjue turned his house upside down, trying to find something he liked, but to no avail.
Moreover, he couldn't sense any trace of spirit here, and he wasn't nourished by spiritual energy. It was as if he had returned to being an ordinary person.
This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong...
Qingjue's head started to ache again, and this time he was even more agitated than before. Simple rationality could no longer suppress the obsessive thoughts in his mind.
He seemed to see it all—he saw his own ending, and he saw that they would all die.
Without his protection, how would they survive to the end?
He had to go back to protect them, he absolutely had to go back!
...knife...yes, use a knife.
If people say that after death they go to another world, does that mean they have to die again?
So he took a small knife from the messy drawer and cut his wrist.
The pain neither brought him to his senses nor allowed him to return to that world.
He was just bleeding slowly.
But the crimson color did not deter him, nor did it lessen his agitation.
Qingjue, instead of acting like a madman, slashed himself repeatedly, leaving his perfectly healthy modern body covered in wounds.
Let me go back, let me go back, let me go back, let me go back.
Did you hear me? Let me go back!
...Let me go back...Let me go back...
I heard the sound of a door opening, followed by the sound of a plastic bag hitting the ground.
...
He did not return to his original world as he wished, but instead lay in bed smelling the disinfectant from modern technology.
...Wait, this thing seems to have a name...
It seems to be called something like "Fu".
Strange, he couldn't remember what these things were called.
Why hasn't he gone back yet?
Qingjue's body was wrapped in bandages of various sizes, and it would hurt if he moved, but this pain was much less than the pain of being devoured by the Gu poison he had just experienced.
Qingjue struggled to sit up again, his thoughts continuing to lean towards suicide, but a hand pressed him down.
"Don't get agitated, what happened to your body?"
The voice is very familiar.
...That's his own voice.
Qingjue was stunned, and finally turned her head to look at the person by the bed.
He slowly widened his eyes in disbelief.
That was his own face, with clean, neat hair, a modern white shirt, and his phone on the hospital bedside table.
That's absolutely impossible.
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