Destiny?
Wen Jingge has a headache.
She came to find someone, not to watch a show.
The "Does not exist" message indicates that dealing only with monsters doesn't fit the established setting, so it can be inferred that the difficulty of the later plot will increase.
So, is this a deliberate attempt by the mastermind to make things difficult, or an obstacle from someone with ulterior motives?
Two scenarios, two different ways of confronting each other.
Wen Jingge was unsure which one to use, so she could only wait and see.
"Excuse me, has anyone seen my apprentice?" Wen Jingge coughed, trying to break the silence.
See me, see me, see me quickly.
Qiao Yu didn't see her; instead, she passed right through her body.
Wen Jingge: ...
"Has anyone seen my apprentices?" she continued, pointing to the longevity tablets on the table. "I'm here to find my eldest and second apprentices. If not, I'll come back and ask later."
This place felt like a small enchanted space; as Qiao Yu left, the world went dark.
Wen Jingge squatted on the ground, idly drawing circles.
Since arriving here, she has no longer been in control; it is Qiao Yu who has taken over. She can only continue to follow the events that have happened to Qiao Yu to find out what has happened in the past.
Naturally, this might be advice about what will happen in the future.
Just when she was feeling down, the world lit up again.
Qiao Yu returned, carrying the Gouchen sword in his hand. The Gouchen sword was originally a sword with a purple glow, but now, the Gouchen sword in his hand had lost its color and was dull and lifeless, like a wooden sword.
“Master…” Qiao Yu was filled with murderous aura.
Wen Jingge was very familiar with this situation. Right after resolving the matter of the Three-Legged Golden Crow, her third disciple had an epiphany because of a childish remark. Since he had spent some time with the Demon Harp, his advancement was unsurprisingly affected.
However, Yang Wennan only interfered, but was not corrupted.
The proper way to use Gouchen is probably that it is mutually reinforcing and restraining with the Demon Harp, and it will return to its original nature after absorbing demonic energy.
"Master, I know why now." He alternated between crying and laughing, as if two split personalities were constantly alternating.
He knelt before the longevity tablets, a gesture of repentance and a yearning for redemption: "Master, you gave me my life, you brought me up the mountain. If I live, the world will never be at peace."
He chuckled bitterly, muttering to himself, "So this is what you were waiting for me!"
Qiao Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and a pale purple aura surrounded him. He placed Gou Chen on the offering table, and the longing in his eyes seemed to be directed at Wen Jinge from the past. "Master, the only person I have wronged in this life is actually you, whom I hate the most... You have gone to great lengths for me... But, but, I know nothing."
He covered his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling slightly, and he wept tears of blood, raving incoherently, "Who could have imagined that I would destroy the demon, yet become the demon myself? I have awakened, and the world will never know peace again; chaos reigns outside."
He knelt down and kowtowed to the longevity tablet on the offering table, kowtowing repeatedly until his head bled. "Seven Peaks, Xuan Yun Sect, Xuanmen, all gone... They thought I was a hero. Can a hero be a demon?"
He endured the pain, separating his soul from his body. His twisted soul looked at his own body with a hint of disgust. "Master, if there is an afterlife, would you still be willing to see me?"
The Gouchen Sword stood upright, as if it had been threatened, pointing directly at Qiao Yu's soul.
“You are a wooden sword carved from Fusang wood, which is inherently a supremely yang and masculine object. You have willingly stayed by your master’s side and have never been tarnished. I should have believed in you long ago.”
He sighed, a sigh filled with endless regret, "If Master were truly a villain, you would be the first to leave."
Gouchen remained motionless, simply standing in front of him with a hint of inquiry.
"Your master was destroyed by me. If there is a spirit, then kill me!"
Qiao Yu closed her eyes, the sorrow on her face gradually fading, as if she was waiting for the release that would come from the sword piercing her.
Then, what he had been waiting for happened. Gouchen pulverized his body, and his soul was twisted as well.
In a daze, he seemed to see again the woman who liked to wear white, the woman who had always carried the burden for him and borne all the blame, the woman who always wore black after leaving the Xuan Yun Sect, who was very quiet but was called a demon.
"Master..." Qiao Yu, in his soul form, raised his hand, wanting to touch her, but dared not. "Master, is it you who has returned?"
"Me?" Wen Jingge looked left and right, pointed to herself, and cleared her throat: "Have you seen my two disciples? If not, I'll come back later."
“I saw it.” He smiled.
The Gouchen pierced his flesh, but his soul was also gradually fading away. His body was reduced to a skeleton, and his spirit was pulverized.
"How...how could she bear it..." A hoarse voice uttered a piercing question, tears of regret streaming down his face. "How...how could she bear...so, so much pain..."
The world has gone dark again.
Wen Jingge scratched her head. What was she doing? Her question hadn't been answered yet, so how could she turn off the lights?
"Non-existence" remains dormant, the mind is blank, and the chuunibyou (delusional) master has not appeared.
This place seems to be her deeper consciousness, and the person controlling it is neither her nor Qiao Yu. It is very likely that it is the original owner's consciousness at work.
"Master..."
Wen Jingge heard Liang Si's voice, "Sisi, is that you? Where are you?"
"Master..."
The sky brightened again.
Liang Si's impression on Wen Jingge had always been that he was calm and composed, and his indifference to praise or criticism made Wen Jingge think he was a bit dim-witted. But the Liang Si who appeared here had an extremely rich range of facial expressions.
His face was covered in tears, and his face was an unnatural red from crying. He had cried so much that he was almost suffocating.
With tears streaming down his face, he was nowhere near as composed as she had ever seen him before; he was clearly a child who had never grown up.
"Master, don't go!" Liang Si knelt on the ground, grabbing someone's trouser leg. The lighting technician seemed to remember her duty, and she finally saw who Liang Si was holding.
That face was another Wen Jingge.
"Liang Si, you're the one I worry about the most. Master is gone. You must take good care of yourself and go to Wanzhang Peak to seek the protection of your martial uncle, understand?"
Wen Jingge's face was devoid of expression, like a piece of wood, her calm eyes carrying a slight detachment.
It's as if she's going to a very far place, a place only she can go, and she doesn't want to have any more connection with this time.
A point more or a point less is a burden.
"Master! Don't go! Liang Si will always believe in Master."
"Be good! Don't let me see your tears." Wen Jingge helped him up and wiped his face. It was clearly a warm interaction between teacher and student, but it had an awkward feeling of being separated by two lifetimes. "Child, don't tell anyone that you saw me today."
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