Chapter 185 Misty Rain Pavilion (Thirteen)
After an unknown amount of time, the boy traveled all over the Pingze Continent, but still could not find the master of his dreams. By chance, he boarded a flying ship bound for the Wangyue Continent.
“Master must be gazing at the moon.” He stood on the deck, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, while the little mermaid in the water tank and the kitten on the railing were fighting.
The bone sword had long since stopped trying to persuade him; it only buzzed twice, as if sighing.
Time on the airship was tedious and long. The boy made a good friend, a boy about his age, whom he always called Ah Zhuo.
A-Zhuo was even more cheerful than him. He loved to drag him around the boat, watching the clouds in the sky and the mountains and lakes on the ground. Occasionally, the two would fly on their swords to catch flying spirit beasts to play with. However, the boy would always let them go with a smile. A-Zhuo was both angry and helpless, but in the end, he still enjoyed playing this game with him.
"You're too kind-hearted," Ah Zhuo always criticized him.
"How painful it would be if they could never fly again." The boy always empathized with them inappropriately. "Just like us, we love being unrestrained and free. If one day we were trapped and made into spirit pets or puppets, I would rather die."
“Me too.” Ah Zhuo laughed and hooked his arm around his shoulder. “But how could that be? Quick, spit it out!”
The two boys laughed and joked with each other, enjoying their time on the airship immensely.
"What does your master look like? I know some people in Wangyue, I can help you find him," Azhuo asked him.
The boy pondered for a long time, but finally shook his head. "He must be very handsome, with long hair, and he likes to wear white clothes. He can be a little fierce at times, but he's a very nice person."
Ah Zhuo sighed, "I'll try my best."
When they arrived at the Moon Gazing Continent, the boy was puzzled by the system of ten buildings and eight pavilions. He did not understand why the free and unrestrained cultivation world would have such a strict hierarchical system. A Zhuo told him that it was to gather resources for better ascension.
"Although it's been a long time since anyone has successfully ascended," Ah Zhuo sighed dramatically.
The boy had no concept of ascension. His master had never taught him to ascend. He only knew about these things through hearsay and didn't really believe them. He was like a country bumpkin who came out of the deep mountains and forests, curious about everything in Wangyue. The temples, artifacts, and remnants of spirits always made him feel close to them.
Ah Zhuo really liked being friends with him. "Come home with me. Although I'm not favored at home, I still have a place to stay. I can even find you a job."
The boy refused him, saying, "I still need to find my master."
“It won’t delay us,” Azhuo said.
The boy shook his head, "I'm afraid I might accidentally miss out on him."
Seeing this, A Zhuo stopped trying to persuade him. Before parting, the two chatted for a long time. The boy learned that A Zhuo's father seemed to be a very powerful figure, but he had never met his father and didn't even have a name of his own. His mother only gave him a nickname. However, he was determined and worked hard to cultivate. He found himself a job at Qiankun Tower and often traveled to Pingze by flying boat. A Zhuo said that his biggest wish was to save up enough spirit stones to find a blessed land in Pingze and live a peaceful life.
"I'd like to too, but I'd have to bring Master with me." The boy was very envious of the scene he was describing and couldn't help but imagine it. "We'll build a few thatched huts on the mountain, dig a big pond behind them to raise Ah Hei, and it would be best to plant some trees for Ah Mao to climb. The front of the huts will be full of flowers, and Master's robes will be embroidered with a few flowers. He'll probably like that. Then he can continue to teach me swordsmanship, and I can go to the next mountain to find you. We'll take Ah Hei and Ah Mao to catch kites to play with..."
A cool breeze was blowing. Ah Zhuo and he lay on the rooftop, looking at the stars in the night sky. They talked about their bright future. In the boy's future, there was a master, a close friend, his own bone sword, a deaf and mute little black shark and a gray kitten, as well as endless flower fields and a sky full of stars. He would be the freest and happiest monster in the world.
"Remember to contact me!" As Ah Zhuo left, he tucked the communication talisman into his gleaming golden earring, then pointed to the jade pendant beside his own ear, smiling warmly and freely. "I'm off!"
The boy, carrying his sword, waved to him. Ah Zhuo didn't turn around, but instead raised his arm and waved back twice in a nonchalant manner.
Wangyue is not like Pingze. The people here do not seem very happy. The boy wandered outside the border town for a long time but still could not find his master. The boy also had to raise fish and cats. He did not want to steal other people's things, so he had no choice but to enter the secret realm to earn spirit stones.
He inevitably had to use the Ghost Mark. A severely injured cultivator came to him for help. He looked miserable, his face covered in tears. The young man felt compassion and, just like when he saved the little black shark and the cat, used the Ghost Mark to save him.
"You are such a good person." The monk was deeply moved.
The boy smiled happily, "It's all thanks to my master's excellent teaching."
"Who is your master?" The cultivator stared at his ghostly markings and poked at them curiously.
The boy was a little sad, and the ghost tattoo drooped down listlessly. "He won't tell me his name."
After listening to his story, the monk's eyes darted around, and he smiled, "Perhaps I know a place that can help you."
The bone sword secretly warned the boy not to trust people too easily.
"No one can kill me." The boy's eyes were clear, but he couldn't help being arrogant. "Ah Bai, I've killed all the bad guys. I'm not someone to be bullied."
"Don't call me Ah Bai," Bone Sword said angrily. "What a terrible name."
He looked at it with a hint of helplessness. "So what do you want to call it?"
Bone Sword couldn't come up with a solution either, and finally sulked and hid back in its scabbard.
The young man was arrogant about his high cultivation level, but he underestimated the wickedness of people's hearts. He asked the cultivator how to coax his bone sword, and the cultivator said he could give it a transformation pill. So the young man asked him to take care of the little mermaid and the cat, and went into an extremely dangerous cave by himself.
When he came out excitedly with the Transformation Pill, he saw the little black shark hanging upside down from a tree, its belly with a bloody hole, the inner core inside was gone, and even the bone sword had disappeared.
"Ahei." He looked at the water tank full of blood and carefully put Ahei down. The little black shark's body was already cold and even a little stiff. It was several sizes bigger than when he first saw it. Although it couldn't speak or hear, it liked to pat his hand with its cool shark tail, liked to eat a kind of very expensive small spirit shrimp, and liked to blow bubbles when it slept... He originally planned to explore more secret realms and find some magic treasures so that Ahei could speak and hear, so that he wouldn't always have to bother the bad-tempered Bone Sword.
But the little black shark died.
I should have known better than to complain about how fast it grows and how heavy it is to carry.
The boy, somewhat at a loss, held his little black shark, channeling spiritual energy into its wounds and tearing off the ghostly markings to heal it, but it remained unresponsive.
He stood there in a daze for a long time, then put Ahei's body into the water vat, carried it on his back as before, and began to look for Ah Mao and Bone Sword. Ah Mao was afraid of the cold, and the nights when the moon was gazing were always cold. In order to give Bone Sword a surprise, he deliberately did not bring it this time. Bone Sword said that it liked freedom. He did not sign a master-servant contract with Bone Sword. Although his master had not taught him how to sign a master-servant contract, Bone Sword knew but did not tell him.
“Ah Cat”.
“Ah Bai.”
He couldn't find them for a long time and became anxious. In his desperation, he reverted to his original form, and countless ghost patterns covered almost the entire secret realm. As a result, countless magical artifacts and arrays pressed down on him from all directions.
The cultivator he had saved, leading a large group of people, looked down at him from above, smiling obsequiously at those around him, "Master, you see, I told you it was a good thing."
The boy was furious and fought back desperately. He never expected that he had saved a bad guy. The other guy had cried so pitifully and swore to Heaven to repay his kindness. He had taken such good care of Ahei and the others. It turned out that he was just putting on an act for him.
In a fit of rage, he slaughtered everyone present, including the fake cultivator. He lost all reason and devoured the souls and corpses of these people, accidentally eating Ahei as well.
He was seriously injured for the first time. When he came to his senses, he searched for Ahei among the messy pieces of the corpse with ghost patterns. In the end, he only found a small black scale and the small silver-blue stone that Ahei had given him.
He carefully put it into his sleeve and, based on what those people said about the Tower of Life and Death, went to find Bone Sword and Ah Mao.
When the boy stormed into the Tower of Life and Death, Ah Mao had already been skinned alive and carelessly thrown into a pile of corpses. His bone sword had also been dismantled into pieces, and the sword spirit had been refined into a pill, which entered the stomach of a so-called elder and transformed into nourishing spiritual energy.
He carefully held the bloodied cat and the scattered bone sword, learning to protect them with ghostly runes, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
He wants to kill all those who have harmed them.
Unfortunately, he overestimated himself and underestimated others. Halfway through the battle, a group of highly skilled individuals descended from the sky, capturing him with dazzling magical treasures and formations, and imprisoning him.
Those white eyes were terrifying, so they gouged them out. The ghostly markings were too powerful, so they crushed them again and again, and used countless magical artifacts to trap him tightly, making him unable to move at all.
"This monster is connected to those above..."
"Judging from the scars on his arm, it seems that some memory has been sealed away."
"Are they jade steps?"
"No way, who would be reincarnated into such a filthy place, haha."
Every so often, someone would come. The boy couldn't see them, and he was also imprisoned by the formation so he couldn't speak. He could only listen quietly to their conversation.
"Let's see what these ghostly markings can do?"
"Can the primordial spirit be extracted?"
"It can even transform into human form; its inherent talent is quite good. What does the Master say?"
"The station chief said that if we dare to bother him with such trivial matters again, he will send us all to Chenyao."
"hiss……"
One by one, the boy's ghostly markings were ripped off, his primordial core was dug out, and his spiritual root was removed. Much of his primordial spirit was cut away. He could neither see nor hear, only endless pain and darkness accompanied him. He was not afraid of pain or darkness, but every time he thought about not being able to continue searching for his master, he couldn't help but feel sad. Sometimes he would think of Ah Hei, the Bone Sword, and Ah Mao. Sometimes he would think of Ah Zhuo, and the days when he could be free without pain or darkness. He finally began to regret—if he hadn't saved that cultivator, if he hadn't been so impulsive, perhaps he would have found his master by now, and Ah Hei and the others would still be with him.
Unfortunately, there's no going back.
So he could only think of his master over and over in the darkness. He was in so much pain, his master would definitely come to save him. Although his master was sometimes fierce, he had always been very kind to him. He would definitely feel sorry for him, and would bravely fight his way out to rescue him, and then carefully heal his wounds. Maybe he would even gently touch his head. Now that he could take human form, his master no longer had to touch that sticky ghost mark, and couldn't even find where his head was...
The boy laughed out loud as he thought about it.
Master can touch him a few more times; he won't throw a tantrum and run away like he did when he was a child.
He waited for an unknown amount of time, but instead of his master, he faced his own death.
"They're no longer of any use, and they're not even Jade Rank or Tribulation Jade. We've wasted so much of our time."
"This is so boring. I'm getting sick of seeing this pile of stuff every day."
"Kill them."
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