Chapter 41 Jade (Part 3) What happened to Master? Is it Duanmu Che or me...?
"They collapsed in front of the stone gate. Sun Buqiu and I dragged them in to take a look." Wang Yan looked at Qingxing, who was taking Jiu Quchen's pulse, and said, "Don't worry, this person's injuries are not serious. It's just that the little one next to him... if he doesn't receive timely treatment within three days, the Spirit Network will probably be ruined."
Qingxing didn't say anything upon hearing this. She directly pulled Duanmu Tingzhu's hand and placed her fingers on his wrist, continuously channeling cyan spiritual energy into him.
"Hey, hey, you don't need your spiritual power for free?" Wang Yan grabbed her arm and pointed to the porcelain bottle that had fallen to the ground. "I've given him medicine, so he can be kept alive for now. He's seriously injured, and his spiritual network is riddled with holes. Even if you give him all your spiritual power, it won't help."
"Besides, you said yourself that something happened at Jade Lake. If you really give him all your spiritual power, what if something else happens later?"
Upon hearing this, Qingxing pursed her lips, gripping Tingzhu's wrist tightly and then loosening her grip.
After struggling for a moment, she withdrew her hand, accidentally touching Jiu Quchen's exposed fingertips in the process.
Master's hands were icy cold, as if they had been buried in winter snow for several days.
Qingxing looked up at Jiuquchen's pale face and subconsciously pulled his wide sleeves down a little to warm him up.
"Who are you?" Wang Yan couldn't help but tease her, noticing her completely different look in his eyes. "A Daoist partner?"
These words were like a poisoned needle, piercing Qingxing's back. She shuddered, and the spiritual energy she hadn't yet withdrawn from her palm suddenly slipped, landing on top of the porcelain bottle. The bottle shattered with a "bang," scattering shards everywhere.
Wang Yan hadn't expected such a strong reaction from her words, and exclaimed incredulously, "No way?! He's your enemy?"
Qingxing turned her head and glared at him, her tone cold: "He is my master."
Unexpectedly, instead of reflecting on his offensive words, Wang Yan narrowed his eyes and gave a knowing "Oh." Sun Buqiu, standing to the side, glanced at him, seemingly already used to this man's usual behavior, and sighed helplessly.
"Look at what you're saying. What happened to Master?" Wang Yan said with a smile. "Duanmu Che is still my senior sister!"
"Senior Sister is different from Master." Qingxing didn't really want to talk to this person.
"How is it different? Aren't we all from the same sect?!" Wang Yan asked in surprise. "Besides, you're injured like this yourself, and you're not worried about yourself, but you're worried about your master catching a cold? Are you kidding me? He's a Nascent Soul cultivator! How could he catch a cold?"
Qingxing was getting a little annoyed by what she was being said. She glanced at the silent Sun Buqiu, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She said in a low voice, "Your senior sister sealed you."
"Hey, I have to say you're really serious!" Wang Yan tugged at Sun Buqiu and asked him, "Regardless of whether it's sealed or not, my senior sister is the light of righteousness, so it's normal for her to seal a demon she sees. Tell me, putting all that aside, isn't my senior sister usually very good to me?"
Sun Buqiu didn't want to talk to him and kept his mouth shut.
Wang Yan glared at him and clicked her tongue impatiently: "If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes!"
Sun Buqiu then spoke up: "Ah, A-Che usually doesn't talk to you at all!"
False statements: ...
He raised his hand and lightly tapped Sun Buqiu's head: "Don't call me that! What A-Che! That's my senior sister!"
Sun Buqiu covered his head and retorted, "A tagalong, just one, a fellow disciple for a year."
Seeing that Wang Yan was about to retort again, and the two were arguing endlessly, Qing Xing was at her wit's end. Before Wang Yan could speak, she interrupted, "How did Duanmu Che become your senior sister? Isn't she the head of the Duanmu family?"
Wang Yan temporarily let Sun Buqiu go, then turned to Qingxing and said smugly, "You don't know this, do you? Before she became the head of the family, she studied at the Sword Sect and is my direct senior sister."
Upon hearing this, Qingxing pointed to Duanmu Tingzhu lying inside: "His name is Duanmu Tingzhu, your senior sister's... successor, and also a talisman cultivator."
"Oh dear! Why didn't you say so sooner!" Wang Yan panicked instantly. He walked to the stone wall and began rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for medicine bottles. "My senior sister's successor, this can't be ruined!"
Qingxing remained seated, thoughtfully watching Wangyan's flustered figure.
Wang Yan frantically rummaged around for a bit, grabbed a bottle of pills, and started pouring them into Duanmu Tingzhu's mouth, which Sun Buqiu couldn't stop him from doing.
Judging from his appearance, he seemed to like Duanmu Che very much, not caring much about his own demonic possession, but showing concern for Duanmu's descendants. However, according to the official and unofficial histories she had read before... Wang Yan was, after all, an enemy of the five people who sealed him away, or at least they weren't familiar with each other before the sealing.
Then I recalled what Qiu Zhi had said before about "the curse of Wang Yan". If it is really as rumored, why would Wang Yan, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, be taking a picture with Sun Buqiu here?
Lost in thought, Qingxing looked up and realized that Sun Buqiu was staring at her.
She asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Sun Buqiu didn't speak, but instead shifted his gaze to Wang Yan.
Qingxing looked puzzled. She summoned the Endless Wood and had it pat Wangyan's busy figure. When the man turned around, she said, "Senior, you yourself said that Tingzhu needs to be treated within three days. My master is a medical cultivator, so he should have a way. But he is still unconscious. The most urgent thing is for us to get out and return to the Duanmu residence."
Do you have a solution?
“Yes, of course.” Wang Yan seemed very curious about the Endless Wood. He pointed to the Wood God Pearl above and said leisurely, “But this secret chamber was built by Peach Blossom Valley. It took me a lot of effort to sneak in back then.”
Qingxing: "So, what's the solution?"
Wang Yan sighed, then regained his previous composure: "Yes, yes. I'm a member of the Peach Blossom Valley clan, of course I can open it!"
As he spoke, he muttered under his breath, "If only he were a Hui, we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble."
Qingxing wondered if she had misheard: "What tribe?"
"The Huisheng Clan!" Wang Yan suddenly raised his voice, assuming that Qingxing knew, "Don't play dumb! Our clan's characteristics are so obvious, don't tell me you haven't encountered them before."
“I’m sorry…” Qingxing looked at him, “I really haven’t encountered one before. And you are the only person I’ve ever seen with red hair and golden eyes.”
"This..." Overwhelmed with shock, Wang Yan stammered for a moment, unable to utter a single word.
Sun Buqiu glanced at him and asked, "Where did he fall into demonic possession? Where did he get possessed?"
"Peach Blossom Valley is now called Blood Peach Forest." Qingxing hadn't mentioned these details when she gave her account.
But as soon as she finished speaking, the two people in front of her were stunned as if struck by lightning, staring at her without blinking. If Qingxing hadn't still been conscious, she would have almost doubted whether everything had stopped.
"It's over. Everything is over." Wang Yan frowned, his expression extremely solemn.
Qingxing, bewildered by what had happened, stood frozen in place, her gaze darting back and forth between the two. Wangyan explained, "The Resurrected Clan is a bloodline bestowed by the Creator God. We are immortal and ageless, born with the potential to cultivate immortality. Except for those who fall into demonic possession and are killed by cultivators, we can live as long as the heavens."
"My people are born with red hair and golden eyes, and live in Peach Blossom Valley. According to you, when I fell into demonic possession, I was just one step away from ascension. If I were to pass through Peach Blossom Valley now and our bloodlines resonate, I'm afraid..."
The next words seemed difficult to utter, and Wang Yan and Sun Buqiu fell silent together. Qing Xing, as someone from "five hundred years in the future," naturally knew the ending. She was somewhat reluctant to break the quiet atmosphere, so she lowered her head and quietly looked at the dirty trouser legs.
"How did I become possessed by a demon?" After a long while, Wang Yan finally asked.
“When I was at Mount Taihua, a book spirit named Sanhuo told me,” Qingxing said slowly. “Later, when you encountered a bottleneck, you originally wanted to go to Mount Taihua to ask Headmaster Sun for those two cultivation manuals, but you accidentally obtained a celestial book along the way and gave up on those two manuals.”
The implication is that the problem lies with that suddenly appearing magical book.
When Sanhuo mentioned it before, he also scoffed at that so-called "immortal book".
"...What are the names of those two cultivation manuals?" Wang Yan asked in a deep voice.
Qingxing: "One book is called 'Letting Go,' and the other is called 'Obsession.'"
Sun Buqiu suddenly realized: "It's these two, these two books!"
Seeing Qingxing looking at him, he wanted to explain again, but Wangyao thought it was too difficult for him to speak, so he interrupted and said, "I brought five friends here to search before, and we met a book spirit named Sanhuo. I also practiced those two mental cultivation methods for a while. But later I found them boring and put them down."
After saying that, he began to mock himself: "If I had known this would happen... it really is a matter of cause and effect, retribution."
Qingxing didn't answer, but raised her hand and tugged at the blood-stained clothes on her chest.
She's been wondering about one thing ever since she started.
"Senior Wangyan, I have a question."
Wang Yan turned to look at Qing Xing, who had spoken up. She hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "If someone doesn't have the characteristics of red hair and golden eyes, but can be reborn multiple times with their memories... and sometimes even break through their cultivation level through rebirth, is she a member of the Rebirth Clan?"
Wang Yan raised an eyebrow: "Are you talking about yourself?"
Sun Buqiu also looked over, and Qingxing nodded under their probing gazes.
“Simple.” Wang Yan walked to the stone door of the secret chamber, then looked back at her. “Why don’t you try and see?”
Qingxing stepped forward and stopped beside him: "What do you mean?"
"Besides the incantation to dispel the seal, there is one more thing needed for the secret chamber's stone door." Wang Yan looked at her with a half-smile, "The blood of the Resurrection Clan."
"Bring your master and junior brother forward."
Qingxing did as she was told. She held Jiuquchen and Duanmu Tingzhu in both hands and stared intently at Wangyan drawing the magic array.
"Oh no, my natal sword isn't here. This is a bit of a problem." Wang Yan stopped drawing after only halfway through. He frowned, turned around and greeted Sun Buqiu, "Come and lend a hand! Don't just stand there watching! These are all your Taihua Mountain disciples."
Sun Buqiu pursed his lips speechlessly, but still stepped forward and put his hand on Wang Yan's shoulder.
The two spirits emitted two beams of light, one red and one white. Wang Yan's movements were extremely smooth, and he kept talking: "Qingxing, the spiritual power of the recording beads left by Sun Buqiu and me is only this much. Once the magic array is activated, we will disappear completely."
The traces of their existence in this world are like sand blown away by the wind, quietly scattered in a corner, unknown to anyone except Qingxing.
"So, could I ask you for a favor?" The former Demon King smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth. "Besides Sun Buqiu and Senior Sister, I have three other friends named Xia Yin, Linghu Cang, and Kong Yu."
“I don’t know what kind of luck I had to get to know them. After I became a demon, I implicated my clan, and I deserve to die. But when I think about it, I always feel that they, like my clan, were innocent victims who sacrificed their lives in vain.”
"Although I can't confirm your identity right now, I still want to shamelessly ask you for a favor."
"If we manage to get out, can you help me find out the truth about what happened back then?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand made the final stroke on the stone door. His face was almost transparent. Qingxing looked at him and nodded as he was about to disappear, which was her way of agreeing.
Wang Yan laughed: "Thank you."
As the last trace of the shadow disappeared completely, Sun Buqiu behind him was stunned for a few moments, then raised his hand and gently touched Qingxing's forehead: "Wangyan, here, for you. The cultivation method."
He was, after all, one of the most outstanding talents of his generation. Although he had given up on those two mental cultivation manuals halfway through, he still gained some insights after studying them for so long.
Whether out of love for the descendants of Taihua Mountain or as a way of repaying the "entrustment," they wanted to leave this insight into cultivation techniques to Qingxing, hoping that her path to immortality would be smoother.
As Qingxing switched between various mental techniques, her consciousness was stabilized once again, and its shape and outline gradually became clear.
May your journey to immortality be smooth.
After he finished speaking, he vanished like the wind, just like his empty words.
The secret chamber returned to silence. The pile of books and medicine remained in their original places, and the blue flame no longer flickered. It was as if the secret chamber had always been like this, as if the two spirits had never existed.
Despite being a shadow of five hundred years ago, Qingxing strangely felt that her fate was intertwined with theirs.
Her heart was filled with a bitter taste, and she felt a slight throbbing pain. After standing there stunned for a long time, Qingxing took a deep breath, then raised her hand, cut open her palm, clenched her fist, and dripped her blood onto it little by little.
The magic array on the stone gate reacted, flickering a few times before greedily sucking Qingxing's blood like leeches. Qingxing watched as the magic array expanded continuously, eventually enveloping the three of them.
She heard the sound of silver bells, and then everything went black as she fell into a dizzying, boundless darkness.
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