Chapter 186 Misty Rain Pavilion (Fourteen)
The magic circle loosened for a moment. Someone grabbed his hair, forcing him to tilt his head back. The blade, covered in countless spells and magic circles, was pressed coldly against his throat and severed his neck without hesitation. Blood gushed out instantly.
The boy had never imagined that death would be so painful. The excruciating pain drained his strength from his body, and his consciousness began to blur. But he was unwilling to die like this. With great difficulty, he raised his hand, cut open his ribs, and took out the cat and bone sword hidden inside. He wrapped them with the last few ghost patterns and took the opportunity to send them into the teleportation array he had hidden.
The cat still had a faint breath and looked at him with reluctance. Unfortunately, the boy had lost his eyes and could not see. He could only roughly find a direction and gave it a bright smile. The magic circle was released, and he was finally able to speak.
"Ah Cat... if you survive... please help me find my master..."
"Ah Cat, I miss my master..."
Having probably heard the voice, those who killed him returned and asked in confusion, "How can he still talk after his head has been cut off?"
"Should we just refine it? This monster is really strange."
The remaining memories are endless pain and darkness.
Until one day, a familiar voice rang out beside him, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
It is Azhuo.
Ah Zhuo gathered his soul together, crying so hard he could barely breathe. He seemed to have transformed into an adult, the boy feeling light and airy. But he was happy because he could see again, speak, and move freely. However, Ah Zhuo's expression was very heavy.
“But you’ve become a ghost.” Ah Zhuo was very sad and tried to touch him but missed.
"It's alright." He happily twirled around, his eyes bright and clear. "I can continue looking for my master now, Ah Zhuo, thank you."
Ah Zhuo nodded through his tears, “I’ve become powerful now. I’ll help you cultivate your ghost cultivation, and you can cultivate your body again.”
The boy smiled and nodded, but felt a little sad inside.
Because he found that he could no longer trust Ah Zhuo... He became unable to trust anyone, but he always firmly believed that his master must have had something more important to do that prevented him from coming to save him.
But he couldn't help feeling uneasy. Had he done something wrong to anger his master, which was why he was so reluctant to show himself?
Questions he had never considered before lingered in his mind, making him increasingly unhappy.
However, he was very powerful. He was an immortal monster who could quickly condense into a physical form, and his ghost patterns and white eyes reappeared. He could even fuse with the skills of the cultivators he had devoured. So when he saw a silver-blue shark scale growing on his ghost patterns, he jumped up excitedly.
"Ahei, it must have been Ahei who made it!" The boy was so happy he almost cried. "Azhuo, look! It gave me a silver-blue stone before. It likes this color, so it made scales for me!"
Ah Zhuo nodded with red eyes and smiled, "Definitely."
"I wonder how Ah Mao and Bone Sword are doing. Do you think Ah Mao will grow fur again? Nobody likes a kitten without fur... Should Bone Sword be able to regain its sentience? It has such a bad temper, I hope it can be gentler this time." The boy rambled on, his eyes not blinded by hatred at all, still full of hope for the future.
Azhuo said, "It definitely will. You must cultivate diligently and find them when the time comes. Oh, and you also need to find your master."
The boy nodded vigorously.
Ah Zhuo had kept him well hidden, and they seemed to have returned to the carefree days on the flying boat.
But one day, Ah Zhuo died.
The boy didn't know exactly how he died. Ah Zhuo was turned into a pile of minced meat and brought back by someone. The boy didn't believe it, but he saw the earring containing the communication talisman.
The person who brought Azhuo back said that he was killed by a remnant spirit while exploring the ancient temple, but the boy heard Azhuo's cries for help from the communication talisman before he was pushed down.
Those people left quickly.
He squatted down in front of Azhuo and muttered to himself, "Azhuo, I need to calm down. I can't take revenge as recklessly as before, or I'll be locked up."
"Ah Zhuo, I'm a little afraid of pain now, and I'm also a little afraid of the dark."
"Only a little bit."
The boy sighed and tried to gather A Zhuo's soul, but he couldn't do it no matter what he did. He said with some nostalgia, "It would be great if you were a monster like me. Monsters can't have their souls scattered. We could become ghost cultivators together."
“I can…” The boy frowned, thinking of the most important condition in his heart, and said with a hint of reluctance, “I can beg Master to let you become my junior brother, and we can practice swordsmanship together on the mountain.”
Unfortunately, like the little black shark, Ah Zhuo was unable to respond to him.
He buried Azhuo and forced himself to calm down. He concealed his ghostly markings and white pupils, and transformed into a highly skilled ghost cultivator. After several twists and turns, he entered the Evil Ghost Division of the Heaven and Earth Pavilion. He wanted to use a clever method to avenge himself and Azhuo.
Unfortunately, he wasn't as clever as his master, and he was exposed after killing countless people.
It's likely that the person he killed this time was someone of importance, which alarmed the "master" they were talking about.
The host was very busy, so he only glanced at him briefly. The other person looked very young and said a few words to him.
“Azhuo is my son.”
“I know you’re looking for someone, and I can help you find him.”
The boy had suffered too much; he didn't trust the other person. He finally understood that most things in the world required an exchange of benefits. "What do you want?"
The man, who looked very young, stood on the high platform, chuckled softly with his hands behind his back, and looked past the boy towards the outside of the hall. His voice reminded the boy of a free-flying bird.
"I want a road to heaven."
The boy didn't know what the Road to Heaven was, nor did he know what the Jade Steps and the Jade Tribulation were. The people sent by the platform master patiently explained it to him.
"The celestial beings are like white jade, flawless, pure, and without emotion. They have cut off our path to ascension, so they are used to build the Jade Steps to ascend. Are you willing to be confined to this small world for all eternity?"
"I don't know," the boy shook his head. "I just want to find my master."
“You will find him,” the man laughed. “The Jade of Calamity was born in accordance with the way of Heaven and is a calamity destined for immortals. Once you become the Jade of Calamity, you will be able to find your master.”
The boy frowned. "If my master is a Jade Rank cultivator, then what about his original Tribulation Jade?"
“That would be too easy for him,” the other person said helplessly. “Do you want your master to focus all his attention on another person? Even if you were willing, once your immortal master has completed his tribulation, he will probably return to heaven on his own, and you will be trapped in this small world forever, never to meet again in heaven or on earth.”
The boy was stunned for a long time, then said sadly, "I don't want it to be like this."
The man thought he had agreed and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he was instead pierced through the forehead by a ghostly mark. Before dying, he stared in astonishment at the seemingly harmless boy in front of him and fell to the ground in despair.
“My master is not an immortal, he is just a master, and he will never abandon me.” The boy murmured to himself, stepping over the corpse. The ghostly patterns behind him devoured the unseeing corpse. He sighed, “You human cultivators are all untrustworthy.”
He killed many more people and felt that he had almost avenged himself, so he wanted to return to Pingze, or at the very least go to Chenyao. He didn't like Wangyue, that awful place.
He left the border town from the Heaven and Earth Pavilion, killing people as he searched for his master, leaving behind a bloody path of countless corpses.
But before leaving, he encountered a group of meddlesome Buddhist practitioners.
“You have committed too many sins and killed too many people, and you are intolerable to Heaven. We are determined to redeem you today.” They spoke with righteous indignation.
He was puzzled, "Why don't you ask me why I killed him?"
“You have become a vengeful ghost. Look back at how many innocent people you have killed.” The Buddhist monk said sternly, “Benefactor, the sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore.”
Unfortunately, he didn't want to turn back. He was very unhappy in Wangyue and wished that everyone there would die.
It must have been an earth-shattering battle. He fought with all his might and wiped out the group of Buddhist cultivators. Before they died, they offered up the Sumeru Heart and the relics, trying to suppress him underground with those Bodhi trees. But he was a monster, so he naturally escaped, abandoning some fragments of his soul.
He exerted all his strength to reach the edge of the Moon Gazing Continent, only to see Ah Zhuo blocking his way.
“My father saved my life.” A-Zhuo’s eyes were vacant, and his tone was flat. “But I won’t live long.”
The boy stared blankly at his best friend who had come back from the dead. Ah Zhuo said in a serious tone, "Give me your ghost body. You're a monster, so you won't need it anyway."
He didn't want to give it, and he knew that the person in front of him was no longer the same Ah Zhuo, but when he fought with him, he was eventually disturbed.
Seeing the dark mass of cultivators approaching from the horizon, he knew he couldn't leave.
He reverted to the mindless ghostly markings he once was.
He didn't want to forget Ahei and Ahmao, nor did he want to forget Bone Sword and Ah Zhuo, and he especially didn't want to forget his master. But he couldn't withstand the siege of so many people, nor could he withstand their powerful artifacts and the formations he had never seen before. He clearly felt his mind gradually being extinguished, and everything around him was becoming dark and blurry. The pain began to be magnified infinitely. He struggled and roared with all his might, his chest filled with resentment and anger.
But he was powerless to help, and no one came to his rescue.
The shark tail Ahei gave him was smashed to pieces. It seemed to be his only connection to the world. He formed his five fingers into claws and peeled off the skin of the shark tail, stuffing the last bit of his remaining consciousness into it, and then squeezed it into a small ball and threw it into the sea.
He unrealistically hoped that the little black shark could be resurrected, that it could meet Ah Mao who had grown beautiful fur, that the bone sword could regain its sentience, and that Ah Zhuo could return to its original form...
Behind him were countless magic arrays and divine artifacts that threatened to kill and suppress him. He stretched out his arms, lay on the shore, and stared wide-eyed as the small ball slowly drifted toward Pingze.
A tear of blood rolled down his cheek and dripped onto the back of his hand.
He lowered his head in a daze, grinned, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth, and smiled.
"Master, I'm starting to cry..."
Why...why aren't you here yet?
The surroundings finally fell into a deathly silence and darkness.
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