Chapter 49 Then flesh and blood began to grow, and the soul…
The boy's smile was cruel.
Meng Chiwan's world collapsed: "What did you say?"
She doubted she had heard correctly.
"Want to guess what Yun Xianqing is planning?"
"Is the sword I gave you still in good working order? It accompanied me in battle for many years."
The boy continued.
Meng Chiwan was still in shock. She looked at the boy in disbelief and said, "What did you say... Father? You? I think you should call me sister."
"Who in the cultivation world judges a person's age by their physical appearance?" The boy seemed amused, his eyebrows curving into a smile, looking utterly harmless. "Maybe I'm some ancient monster who's been around for a thousand years?"
Meng Chiwan still said, "No matter how old you are, you are not my father. It's not like I haven't met my father before."
The boy interrupted her: "Who said that just because someone gives birth to you they have to raise you? Who said that just because someone raises you they are your biological father?"
Meng Chiwan was shocked: "...If you weren't raised, what was the point of having you?"
"Meng Xiuxian. That's his name, right?" The boy didn't answer her, but instead smiled and asked.
Meng Chiwan's heart jumped instantly.
"Was it the name she gave him?" The boy lowered his eyes, and for some reason, he seemed a little melancholy as he spoke.
Meng Chiwan was about to say something, but the boy suddenly returned to normal and, without waiting for her reply, said to himself, "It's really awful. After all these years, the names you choose are still so awful."
Although Meng Chiwan didn't quite understand, she could roughly guess what it was: "Are you talking about my mother? Have you met my mother?"
The boy gently lifted his eyelids, a glint of light shining in his dark eyes. He seemed to find her words amusing, chuckling softly, "I am your father, how could I not have seen your mother?"
Meng Chiwan remained silent: "I don't believe it."
The boy scoffed, "Believe it or not, it's up to you. Anyway..."
Meng Chiwan asked, "Anyway what?"
For some reason, although Meng Chiwan had never met this boy before and found his words to be nonsensical, she was no longer as nervous as before.
She felt absolutely no fear of the boy. Even she herself found it very strange.
The boy grinned, his lips a vibrant red, giving him a mischievous look: "Anyway..."
He paused deliberately, then his smile became even more sinister: "Anyway, you're not going to live."
Meng Chiwan: "Can you let me go?"
She was speechless.
The boy seemed taken aback by her bluntness for a moment, then reached out and patted her head, saying, "No."
So Meng Chiwan was pulled forward by the boy's sleeve.
She tried to escape countless times during that time. But the city was full of spirits, and she had the Life-Saving Lamp on her body, so she was immediately caught and brought back whenever she tried to escape.
So when she was caught and brought back for the fifth time, she was completely numb.
The boy gently patted her head: "Be good, listen to me, don't run away."
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Meng Chiwan's patience had long since worn off.
She stopped resentfully in place, unwilling to continue, and squatted on the ground waiting for the boy to pull her along.
The boy squatted down, his eyes crinkling, his voice showing no impatience or anger: "Are you stalling for time? But Yun Xianqing won't come."
Meng Chiwan squatted down and glared at him: "I'm tired."
Although her plan was exposed, she felt no guilt whatsoever.
The boy patted her head, then slowly stood up without saying a word.
Meng Chiwan's gaze remained fixed on the ground, only catching a glimpse of the boy's clothes out of the corner of her eye. Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a while, she was about to look up to see what he was doing.
When he looked up, he saw the boy's head fall to the ground!
Fresh blood dripped onto her body.
She opened her eyes wide in shock, then stood up and ran away.
But for some reason, the moment she stood up, it was as if all the blood in her body had frozen, and she was unable to move.
Then she heard a soft laugh: "Little Chi Wan, call me 'Father'."
She was still completely unable to move.
Then someone walked up to her; it was that familiar face.
Meng Chiwan closed her eyes.
Didn't he just lose his head?
"Why did you just leave me like that?" The boy's voice seemed both very close and very far away. "Even if your body is severed from your head, there might still be a chance to save you, right?"
The boy was quite self-righteous.
Meng Chiwan screamed in her heart: "The person is gone, how can we save them!"
"Do you know why you can't move?" the boy asked.
The next moment, Meng Chiwan realized that she could turn her head, but she still couldn't speak.
The boy said, "Nod or shake your head."
Meng Chiwan didn't want to move, but the next moment her head involuntarily swayed from side to side.
It means I don't know.
"Good girl." The boy said with a smile, "Didn't I tell you, you are my daughter? In our demon race, you are meant to be controlled by me because of your bloodline."
The moment she finished speaking, Meng Chiwan realized she could move again.
She took a deep breath, deciding to stop running and not waste her time, and asked, "You mean, I'm a demon?"
The boy said, "That's not my main purpose. It's mainly... you seem to have quite little faith that I'm your father. I want you to know that what I'm saying is true."
Meng Chiwan remained silent.
The boy then said, word by word, "I especially want you to know that you should show me more respect."
With each syllable he uttered, his voice seemed to mature, until the last syllable fell, when his voice was no longer that of a boy, but exactly the same as the voice she had heard in the water mirror.
"Now, come with me to the altar." The voice was like melting spring water, its icy coolness almost overflowing.
The boy walked slowly forward, a string of Buddhist prayer beads appearing in his hand at some point. He twirled the beads in his hand and counted them one by one.
Meng Chiwan recognized the Buddhist prayer beads on her wrist in an instant. She struggled to snatch them back, but her body began to move out of her control, and she obediently followed behind the boy.
As he said, he took her to the altar.
This time, Meng Chiwan didn't run away on the way, nor did she throw a tantrum, and the speed was much faster.
For some reason, even though the life-saving lamp within her body was still lit, no one in the city dared to look at her anymore.
She never understood why.
For some reason, her vision went black for a moment, and when she opened her eyes again, she was standing in the center of the altar.
The altar was a huge circular platform, like a stage set up by a theatrical troupe. But unlike a real stage, there were no corpses on it; here, all that could be seen were rows of corpses.
The stench of blood mixed with a strange floral fragrance filled her nostrils, and she bent over, almost vomiting.
The bonfires burning around the stage seemed to burn even brighter.
In a daze, she opened her eyes and saw someone bow to the young man and then say, "City Lord."
In an instant, she understood.
It turned out that no one came to save her, and the sedan chair she saw was indeed the so-called city lord's sedan chair.
She tried circulating her spiritual energy again.
It was completely empty.
It was completely empty.
Jinglan couldn't hear her calls either.
Try again and again.
Defeat after defeat.
Looking at her almost desperate expression, the boy slowly walked up to the altar, met her dark eyes, and then smiled and said, "Is this what you're looking for?"
Meng Chiwan seemed a little dizzy from the heat of the campfire.
Startling waves.
It seemed so docile in his hands.
The wind rises.
She was suddenly choked by the wind, almost bringing tears to her eyes. Her eyes suddenly turned red.
No wonder. Nothing in this world goes smoothly for her.
"Are you going to kill me?" Meng Chiwan asked softly.
"Yes," the boy replied firmly.
But looking at her defeated and dejected appearance, he seemed to feel a little sorry for her, and said again, "It won't hurt much, don't be afraid."
“Didn’t you say you were my father? Why…” Meng Chiwan asked.
Before she could finish speaking, she gave a light scoff and continued, "I forgot, you're a demon, why would you care about kinship? Besides, you're probably lying to me, how can you believe what a demon says?"
The smile on the boy's lips suddenly faded. He didn't know which of her words had hurt him, but he felt a pang of loneliness: "Yes. How can you believe what a demon says?"
Meng Chiwan had tried to circulate her spiritual power countless times, but each attempt failed.
She wouldn't rather wait to die.
In this situation, she finally understood that if she couldn't save herself, no one else would.
The life-saving lamp blazed brightly, its heat searing her heart, yet offering no warmth whatsoever.
The boy looked at her and clenched his fist.
Then, in a cold voice, he said, "Let's begin."
He dripped the blood from the bottle onto the magic circle.
Bonfires blazed brightly all around. The surrounding spirits began to cheer.
Meng Chiwan's flesh began to tear apart. The wind was so strong. The fire burned her. It was so noisy.
She gritted her teeth, desperately trying to tell herself it didn't hurt, but even though she managed to stop crying, she couldn't help but cry.
It hurts so much.
Something burned her arm. She raised her arm, but could only see a blurry afterimage.
It hurts so much.
My face started to hurt too.
But he still couldn't move.
They have no right to cry out in pain.
pain.
pain.
pain.
Didn't you say it wouldn't hurt?
Her consciousness began to fade. She thought of many things.
Then it seemed as if someone pulled her into their arms.
Is it a woody scent? She can't smell it anymore.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
Then a drop of warm liquid landed on her face; it was very hot.
“Yun Xianqing…” she murmured.
If someone could collect her body after she dies, that would be a wonderful thing.
It would be even better if this person were Yun Xianqing.
She let her imagination run wild.
Unseen by her, the Life-Destroying Lamp began to peel away from her body, then rested above her heart, hovering in the sky, from which a remnant soul flew out.
The remnant soul, weak and frail, resolutely plunged into the fire.
The beauty mark near the remnant soul's eye was bright, as if it had been soaked in water.
The life-saving lamp shone brightly, and then flesh and blood began to grow, and the gaps in the soul began to be repaired.
Author's Note: The last plot point before the synopsis is finished. If nothing unexpected happens, the synopsis will likely be available in the next chapter. If something unexpected happens, it will be available very soon.
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