Chapter 45 The Mohist School of Central China (The End) "You were originally a handful of fresh snow"...
"I am here."
Mo Chizhao's soul slowly dissipated, leaving only a few specks of starlight in the end.
Zhu Yu closed his eyes and spoke lifelessly, "Kill me."
Fu Yunyao looked at him, making the Dust Sword hum.
As the starlight, like the dissipating spirit of Mo Chi Zhao, brushed past her ear, she said.
“I know that I was the one who led him to demonic possession. We were on the chessboard, not even knowing who was playing. He did wrong, but considering that there was a reason for it, I beg you to spare his life.”
"I offer my scattered soul as atonement for my sins."
"Why haven't you made a move yet?" Zhu Yu's voice was extremely soft and hoarse.
Shi Yubai looked at Fu Yunyao, his eyes seemingly filled with reluctance.
Xuan Kui, standing to one side, wanted to plead for him.
Before he could speak, Fu Yunyao raised her hand and swung her sword.
The sword's intent was chilling, spreading across the courtyard and leaving behind specks of frost.
Zhu Yu sensed the sword energy, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"Xiao Chi, I'm here to keep you company."
"Yun Yao!" Shi Yubai tried to stop her.
However, the sword energy bypassed Zhu Yu, who was lying on the ground, and landed on the young puppet behind him.
The white veil fell, revealing dark red eyes, and a smile on a face exactly like Fu Yusheng's.
A drop of semen slowly left his body. From beginning to end, he did not resist at all, but just quietly looked at her.
Neither Shi Yubai nor Xuan Kui expected things to develop this way.
Fu Yunyao reached out, and the drop of essence blood belonging to Fu Yunsheng drifted into her hand, lingering around her fingertip a few times before finally falling into the soul bell on her wrist.
The soul bell swayed gently, its clear sound echoing in the courtyard.
Zhu Yu opened his eyes and stared at her in a daze.
Fu Yunyao sheathed her sword, Rangchen, and prepared to leave.
From behind came Zhu Yu's question, "Why didn't you kill me!"
She stopped and turned to look at him.
She said.
"Someone asked me for a chance, so I'll give you one."
Zhu Yu stood there, stunned, his eyes filled with confusion, and he murmured a question.
"I am a demon, do I also have a chance?"
Fu Yunyao asked, puzzled, "Have you ever killed someone without cause?"
Zhu Yu shook his head.
She then asked, "Have you ever put others in danger?"
Zhu Yu thought for a moment, "Does the matter with Xiao Chi count?"
“That’s her karma, and she’s already paid the price for it,” Fu Yunyao replied.
Her voice rang out in the courtyard, gentle yet containing boundless power.
She said.
"Among humans, demons, and monsters, is one of them born inherently noble?"
Since you have never hurt anyone, why would I kill you?
Or, do you have some compelling reason to die?
Zhu Yu lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "What if I lose control of my demonic energy in the future and hurt someone?"
Fu Yunyao chuckled softly, "The future should naturally be left to future generations. All I know is that you, now, should have a future."
Spring sunlight bathed her, gilding her white dress with golden light. She lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze cool yet seemingly concealing boundless compassion and tenderness.
Zhu Yu stared at her blankly for a long time, until her figure completely disappeared from his sight.
His soft laughter drifted from the courtyard, seemingly tinged with relief, and dissipated in the spring breeze.
"turn out to be……
Heaven is ruthless, but the Great Way is compassionate.
...
Shi Yubai leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the person in front of him. He had many questions he wanted to ask her, but he didn't know where to begin.
Fu Yunyao sighed softly, the shadow of her eyelashes falling on her eyes.
"I know what you want to ask. Some things are better known than not."
Shi Yubai smiled and said, "But I can't live my life in ignorance. I, Shi Yubai, have never lacked the courage to face the truth."
He couldn't understand why Fu Yunyao, who said "humans, demons, and monsters are no different" and who would turn a blind eye to Zhu Yu's schemes against her, was unwilling to give Wan Yin a chance, or even give them a chance.
Fu Yunyao turned her head to look at him, a rare hint of nostalgia appearing in her eyes.
"I also want to know why she's unwilling to give me a chance."
"Her?" Shi Yubai was stunned.
Fu Yunyao looked up, recalling Jiang Wanyin's extremely soft "I'm sorry" as she collapsed into her arms.
"Yun Yao—" The girl's lively face seemed to reappear before her.
"Because I am a demon." Amidst the corpses scattered on the ground, demonic energy emanated from her body. Jiang Wanyin smiled and said softly, but her eyes held a sorrow that she could not understand.
Fu Yunyao was born with detached emotions, and therefore, she was not sensitive to the emotions of others.
All she knew was that every word Jiang Wanyin uttered, every action she took towards her, conveyed the same message.
"Kill me."
She agreed.
Shi Yubai scoffed, a red glint in his eyes. "Absurd!"
Fu Yunyao looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Right? I also find it absurd."
Meeting her gaze, Shi Yubai closed his eyes, his fingertips trembling slightly beneath his sleeves.
"So, what exactly is the reason?"
"Do you remember the remains and corpses of demonic beasts and cultivators scattered all over the place?"
They all died from demonic energy, they died from...
Beneath the demonic aura of Wanyin's fallen state.
Shi Yubai suddenly opened his eyes, his reddened eyes staring blankly at her.
Fu Yunyao continued, "When the demonic energy entered their bodies, they didn't even have time to react before their bodies were torn apart by the violent demonic energy."
All of this happened in less than a quarter of an hour.
As Fu Yunyao spoke, her eyebrows curved slightly, but a look of bewilderment flashed in her eyes.
"She seemed to be in great pain, but she killed many people."
She also wanted to kill me.
So I killed her.
Isn't that right?
Isn't that wrong?
As Shi Yubai gazed at the girl under the shadow of the branches, he thought of that ever-smiling girl in green.
What are you spacing out for?
Her voice still seems to echo in my ears.
Those days of drinking together under the moon seem like they were just yesterday.
Under the moonlight, her voice was high-pitched, carrying the spirit of a young man.
"I want to be your best friends for life!"
As Shi Yubai closed his eyes, a tear slid down his cheek, reflecting the sunlight.
The reason he had been searching for for many years has finally come to fruition today.
"sorry."
He spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Will we... still be friends?"
Fu Yunyao lowered her brows.
Fu Yusheng's gentle voice rang out as he spoke.
"If you push people too far apart, they really will drift apart."
A smile spread across her eyes as she spoke softly.
"Haven't we always been best friends?"
Shi Yubai paused for a moment, then chuckled softly in a hoarse voice.
Yes, we always have been—
A close friend.
Fu Yunyao added, "Wanyin is the same."
“Wan Yin is the same,” he repeated.
They looked at each other, just as a spring breeze blew by, causing the branches to sway.
Shi Yubai raised an eyebrow slightly. Jiang Wanyin's matter was resolved, so what's next...?
His fingertips touched the beast-shaped pouch containing Xuan Kui at his waist. "You suspect he has a problem?"
Fu Yunyao nodded, "The 'master' that Zhu Yu mentioned is most likely the one who led him and Xuan Kui to become demons that day."
Shi Yubai didn't understand, "But why would he do that?"
"Perhaps they are testing something. When Xuan Kui and Zhu Yu fell into demonic possession, the seal of the Demon Realm was still intact."
"Just like the disciples of the Northern Mountain Sect ten years ago? But without the nourishment of demonic energy, how did they really succeed in falling into demonic possession?"
Fu Yunyao gently stroked the black jade pendant at her waist, lowered her eyes, and spoke softly.
"What if the demonic energy they are being guided to isn't from the Demon Realm?"
"That's impossible!"
"Ancient books record that in ancient times, during Ragnarok, there was no demonic or spiritual energy in the world."
Until the birth of the Demon God, under his nourishment, demonic energy arose, transforming into countless demonic creatures that swept across the land.
The gods fought him for millions of years, and the dissipated demonic energy slowly transformed into spiritual energy, which is how cultivators came to be.
Therefore, the origin of demonic energy is the demon god.
Shi Yubai listened to her words, "But the Demon God died ten thousand years ago."
"Yes, but the demonic energy hasn't dissipated. Who can guarantee that a second demon god won't appear in this world?"
...
In the dimly lit secret chamber, the surrounding stone walls were covered with restricted patterns. If Fu Yunyao were here, she would find that the patterns here were exactly the same as the restricted patterns of the Yaotai Realm Forbidden Area.
Someone sat in the center of the secret room, stroking the Soul Gathering Collar in their hand with longing in their eyes.
"Master, we will be able to meet again soon."
As he spoke, his handsome eyes were filled with pleasure.
A pattern on the stone wall flickered.
He looked up and squinted slightly.
"What a disobedient little guy, but it's okay."
Anyway, she won't live much longer.
...
Mo Beili tugged at the chains on his feet, but the chains didn't budge.
She helplessly raised her head, shrugged slightly at the boy trapped under thousands of chains, and looked somewhat aggrieved.
The boy raised an eyebrow, not surprised at all. "That guy won't really let you wander around here as you please."
Mo Beili sat down casually, somewhat displeased, "I didn't expect him to be so cunning despite his young age."
"Young?" The boy found it somewhat amusing. "He's an old man who's hundreds, almost a thousand years old, and you call him young?"
As expected, the girl in front of him widened her eyes. "Really? Then you..."
Could he be some kind of old monster as well?
The boy raised his head slightly, as if in thought, the chain around his neck clanging with his movements.
Finally, he shook his head, and fine strands of hair fell across his forehead.
"I don't remember."
"Oh," Mo Beili responded, then turned to another question, "You said that person called you—"
Demon God?
"Mm," the boy replied.
"And what's your name?"
The boy was puzzled as to why she was so fixated on his name. After thinking for a moment, he replied.
"I have no name."
Mo Beili froze, and in a daze, she saw the cold sweat dripping from the boy's forehead and the stray hairs that were gradually getting wet.
"you……"
She spoke hesitantly.
The chains binding the boy glowed red, as if they were constantly pulsating.
The dark red patterns on the stone wall pulsed with his heartbeat.
She murmured, "Are they absorbing your life essence?"
"Ah—" the boy's voice rose slightly at the end, "More or less."
"Aren't you in pain?" Mo Beili almost instinctively wanted to step forward, but was quietly held back by the chains on his feet.
"Hmm—" The boy looked at the anxious-looking person with some curiosity, and answered truthfully, "A little."
Perhaps not just a little, because the next moment, he lost consciousness.
"Hey! What's wrong? Are you okay?"
In the last moment before his consciousness faded, he heard the girl's panicked voice, which even sounded a little like a sob.
He was thinking.
Why is she crying? He's not going to die.
When I opened my eyes again, I didn't know how much time had passed.
He found it somewhat amusing when his gaze met that of the girl in front of him, whose eyes were filled with tears.
"Why are you crying?"
This remark provoked the girl's angry glare. "You say you're not in pain? You've been unconscious for seven whole days!"
Seven days? Is that a long time?
The boy was confused, and there was a hint of bewilderment in his beautiful eyes.
He had been trapped for countless years, and being in a coma was a rare blessing for him.
However, seeing the tears in the girl's eyes, he still didn't say anything.
He thought, it's not easy to find someone who can cheer him up, so he can't let him get angry and ignore him, otherwise he'll miss out on a lot of fun.
Finally, he changed his tune, "You forgot, I told you, the person who trapped me here calls me a demon god. Demons don't die so easily."
Besides, someone like me isn't worth your tears.
Mo Beili lowered his head and remained silent.
The boy paused, then tentatively spoke again, "You..."
Finally, she spoke, her voice very soft in the dungeon, "In the mortal realm, upon first meeting, we exchange names."
My name is Mo Beili.
"I..." The boy was stunned, "A demon god?"
Mo Beili looked up at him, her eyes still glistening with tears that, in the candlelight, looked as beautiful as clear spring water.
"Snow should be wiped away."
She said.
"The soul returns to the tranquil place, pure and white as fresh snow, untouched by any dust."
The boy stared at her in a daze.
“Should, wipe, snow…” he repeated very slowly.
Mo Beili smiled and said, "May I call you that?"
The boy looked at her smiling gaze and asked somewhat uncertainly.
"Do you think my soul is as pure as snow?"
Mo Beili shook his head.
"It's not just my opinion, you are—"
A handful of fresh snow.
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Author's note: Why do I feel like I clear each dungeon very quickly?
But looking at the content, it seems alright (?).
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