Chapter 75. Heaven and Earth Cannot Tolerate It.
The young man, caressed by the moonlight, paused in mid-air, the long sword in his hand half silvery-white, half sticky with blood.
The sword tip was connected to a body, piercing through a heart the size of a fist, drawing out the freshest blood, which splattered onto the ground.
The surroundings shouldn't be quiet, but all Meng Chiwan could hear was the sound of a heartbeat, while her nose tingled with the suffocating sensation of breathing.
After Jinglan shattered the longsword, it returned to her hand, which she gripped tightly.
The young man turned his head to look at her, the forced smile vanished, replaced by an indifferent expression.
A question suddenly arose in Meng Chiwan's mind: What was he waiting for? Was he waiting for the judgment of her, his self-proclaimed old friend?
She lowered her eyes and looked at the omnidirectional instrument panel that had settled in her hands.
Liu Yuan is dead.
The person who killed him was the very person who led him to Lingjiang Palace.
"Lin Shuchun. Why did you kill him?" After a long while, Meng Chiwan finally found her voice.
The man in white robes carrying a sword, whom I remembered, now had large patches of blood splattered on his white robes, and even his once clean face was stained with a few drops of blood.
Hearing her words, he remained unmoved, his expression unchanged. If he had always been as warm as a spring breeze, he was now as cold as frost. He remained silent for a long while before finally saying in a flat voice, "He deserves to die."
Upon hearing this, Meng Chiwan was about to ask why when he said, "If you want to know anything, you might as well ask the Life-Giving Lamp inside your body."
A hint of doubt flashed across Meng Chiwan's face, but it quickly dissipated.
Lin Shuchun drew her sword, and the corpse slowly fell to the ground. In that instant, Meng Chiwan clearly caught a familiar aura.
The aura drifted along the blood-scented air to Meng Chiwan's front, and Meng Chiwan's eyes widened slightly.
It's Lin Yudong's scent.
At that moment, she finally understood where Lin Shuchun's murderous intent came from.
How could we forget? The young master, a troublemaker in the city affiliated with the Immortal Alliance, is lawless, yet no one can control him. This is not only because the Liu family is extremely powerful, but also because Liu Yuan himself is a true prodigy.
Within that wisp of spiritual energy belonging to Lin Yudong lay the aura of Lin Yudong's soul, and within that aura lay Dong'er's desperate cries.
"Can a prodigy raised on the blood and bones of others still be considered a genius?" Lin Shuchun asked her gently.
The countless clones that crawled out of Yun Xianqing's body acted as filters for demonic energy, transforming the purified demonic energy into less pure spiritual energy, which was then transported to the bodies of geniuses searched from all over the world. These geniuses then completed the final purification, turning the demonic energy into the purest spiritual energy, which was then transported into the bodies of so-called prodigies like Liu Yuan, ultimately creating batches of so-called sect geniuses.
In this process, Yun Xianqing is the mother body that can continuously regenerate demonic energy and spiritual energy, those geniuses are the final purification process, and only prodigies like Liu Yuan are the true beneficiaries.
The real reason why the top spot on the Lingjiang Palace disciple list is only at the Nascent Soul stage is that all the disciples above the Nascent Soul stage have become nourishment for the geniuses.
Beneath the glamorous facade of those so-called chosen ones lies the tireless, sleepless cultivation of true geniuses, the excruciating pain of spiritual energy mixed with demonic energy clashing within their spiritual veins, the madness after being completely drained, and the eventual resignation to their fate in silence.
Lingjiang Palace was, from beginning to end, nothing more than a slaughterhouse for geniuses.
In her search for her loved ones, Lin Yudong sent herself to the slaughterhouse.
"So, what you said back then about Liu Yuan having the aura of an old friend was actually Lin Yudong's aura. You were planning to kill him back then?" Meng Chiwan suddenly recalled the scene when Liu Yuan and Lin Shuchun first met.
"I once asked him if he would still want to obtain that so-called magical artifact, even if the price was human lives. He said yes. So he ended up like this today, all alone, and he died by my sword." Lin Shuchun did not explain what happened along the way, casually glossing over the lives lost.
"Are they all dead?" Meng Chiwan asked.
"Yes," Lin Shuchun replied indifferently.
"Does he know where his spiritual power comes from?" Meng Chiwan then asked.
"What does it matter if I know or I don't?" Lin Shuchun retorted.
Meng Chiwan pursed her lips, unable to say anything for a moment. In fact, even if Liu Yuan didn't know where his spiritual power came from, he might not be innocent. He was not a good person to begin with.
Besides, even if he didn't know, he was still a beneficiary.
"You killed him, but did you ever think about what you should do?" Meng Chiwan paused before speaking.
"I've thought about it." Lin Shuchun suddenly laughed, and he looked somewhat like the person I remembered. "I've thought about it a thousand times over."
Meng Chiwan listened patiently without interrupting. He then continued, his voice soft and almost breathy: "But I am not satisfied with any way of dying. I truly hope that someone can grind me to dust. Dong'er and I cannot wait for justice, nor for divine retribution, and there is really no one to avenge Dong'er. So I think that before I am ground to dust, I must do something to make Dong'er's life more complete."
Are you going to kill everyone here?
"Do you remember when we met once? A long time ago?" Lin Shuchun asked instead of answering.
A long time ago?
Meng Chiwan could not find this memory.
Lin Shuchun smiled slightly and explained, "In the illusion that Dong'er wove for you, I didn't become Lin Shuchun, but rather... the demon who shot arrows at you. For a long time, I didn't like wearing white clothes and often wore a red robe. That was the first time I saw you, and it was also the beginning of my desire to kill you."
Meng Chiwan searched through almost all of her memories from the past half of her life before finally recalling the scene he had described. It was indeed a long time ago, so long that… she vaguely thought half her life had already passed.
"Why did you kill me?" Meng Chiwan's pupils trembled slightly. She really couldn't understand what she had done to deserve his killing.
"Don't you also have Dong'er's spiritual power within you?" Lin Shuchun's expression turned cold. "No, it's not just Dong'er's, it's mine too. You and Liu Yuan are no different."
A pool of blood was spread on the ground. Meng Chiwan took half a step back, and her hand holding Jinglan trembled suddenly, but her expression remained normal, showing no discomfort whatsoever: "You're talking nonsense."
How could she possibly possess the spiritual energy of Lin Yudong and Lin Shuchun? She had clearly only just embarked on the path of immortality back then!
"Believe it or not." Lin Shuchun smiled, but her laughter was full of coldness. "Your father, Mu Qi, treated you very well back then."
Meng Chiwan stood still and raised her hand to send Jinglan away.
"Liu Yuan said that his father would give him a pill every now and then." Lin Shuchun said slowly, as if he was deliberately enticing someone.
Almost instantly, a few words popped into Meng Chiwan's mind.
"Yanxi Pill."
Meng Chiwan's voice and Lin Shuchun's voice overlapped at this moment.
"Children born from demons and cultivators will forever have spiritual energy and demonic energy clashing within them, and almost no one can survive such daily suffering. Your father sent you the Derivation Pill, which combines the spiritual power and essence of countless geniuses, so that you could live." Lin Shuchun looked at her and spoke to herself.
Meng Chiwan's mind was a complete mess at this moment, all her previous experiences... the boy who claimed to be her father, the demon bloodline within her...
She had to admit that what Lin Shuchun was saying at that moment might be true.
Lin Shuchun looked at her and seemed satisfied.
The pointer on the omnidirectional display suddenly began to spin wildly, almost stirring up a whirlwind throughout the entire courtyard.
Meng Chiwan took out the Shattered Heaven Bell from her storage bag at some point.
The celestial bell trembled in the air, creating ripples that struck the omnidirectional display panel in concentric circles.
One.
Two paths.
A crack appeared on the panorama display panel.
The "spirit pets" that had been quiet for a long time began to stir again. The girl whose natal sword had been severed by Jinglan covered her ears and struggled desperately, as if she were being tormented by extreme pain.
Wen Liansong, who was fighting with the girl, stopped what he was doing, looked at the girl who had suddenly fallen, and then turned his gaze to Meng Chiwan.
The restless demonic grass within Meng Chiwan's body seemed to have been calmed down.
Lin Shuchun, suspended in mid-air, seemed to want to stop something, but found himself completely unable to move. However, he quickly realized why.
It was the oppressive aura of the Shattering Heaven Bell and the Myriad Manifestations Disc. No one knew why such rare magical artifacts had fallen into her hands.
"Do you know what kind of person Lin Yudong was when she told me about Lin Shuchun?" Meng Chiwan asked softly, but her voice held a hint of undercurrent.
"She said that if I had the chance to see Lin Shuchun, I should call him Lin Shuchun, and he would look at me with a smile, his eyes always bright. But now, your eyes are full of despair and calculation."
“You are not the Lin Shuchun that Lin Yudong is looking for.”
As the last syllable fell, the panorama disc shattered completely.
Yet a new instrument panel grew out of it.
“My mother will never accept the Yanxi Pill. She will not let others suffer for my sake.”
Meng Chiwan reached out and took the new instrument plate. Amidst the crisp sound of the Shattering Heaven Bell, she poured all her spiritual energy into the instrument plate.
It is spiritual energy, vital essence, and even life itself.
His cultivation level, which had been stagnant, was now growing wildly.
Everything is growing. The moon seems to be getting brighter and brighter.
Among the memories brought back by the magic herb, there were some that she didn't understand.
Only today did she finally understand.
A being of mixed immortal and demonic blood is intolerable to heaven and earth. Only by altering one's destiny can there be a glimmer of hope.
The Heavenly Bell Shatters, Fate Shatters, the Myriad Phenomena Disc, the Chaotic Star Chart. Only through death can life be born.
With her spiritual energy depleted, Meng Chiwan's face grew increasingly pale, and her body was on the verge of collapse. Yet, the resolute look on her face was chilling to the bone.
Author's Note: Wen Liansong: I don't know, her cultivation level just suddenly surged...
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