Chapter 391 The Chosen One
As the demonic energy within his body dissipated, Ming Qing began to age rapidly.
First her hair turned silver instantly, her once jet-black and lustrous hair turned silver strands, and the skin on her face quickly became dry and wrinkled.
As for her body, it instantly became hunched, withered, and thin.
Her skin lost its elasticity in an instant, and age spots even appeared in some places.
Mingqing collapsed to the ground, feeling her life rapidly slipping away.
She stared at the three-pointed knife with resentment, a tear rolling down her cheek.
She was so close to success, but she was unwilling to give up. She was truly unwilling to accept it!
The three-pointed sword stood there, imposing and unapproachable.
She has now completely lost the right to possess power.
Mingqing's tears flowed more and more profusely, blurring her vision.
She gave up so much to get to where she is today, why does God have to play such a joke on her?
"So this is why you abandoned your companions in the first place?" Qin Feng approached, looking down at Ming Qing. "To gain power? And then what? And what did you want that power for?"
Mingqing turned to look at her, her eyes filled with tears. She stared at Qin Feng for a long time. How long had it been since she had seen her up close?
She couldn't remember.
Mingqing felt bitter and closed his eyes, saying, "To bring my father back to life, I could do it if I had the power to do so... but now, I can't."
Her voice was old and hoarse, filled with a sense of helplessness.
Qin Feng gave a disappointed twitch of her lips. Hearing those words from Ming Qing's own mouth, she finally gave up.
What was she expecting just now?
Do you expect the Ming and Qing dynasties to say things like "in order to protect everyone"?
No, the Ming and Qing dynasties are no longer the Ming and Qing dynasties of the past; only she herself remains in the past.
Qin Feng stopped looking at her and turned to walk towards the Three-Pointed Knife.
It seems that this so-called "divine weapon" also has some unknown secrets. Let's take it back first.
"You can't touch it!" Mingqing suddenly became agitated, even trying to get up from the ground by propping herself up on her elbows, but she was powerless and could only struggle in vain.
Qin Feng ignored her.
"Don't touch it!" Ming Qing shouted urgently, "I'm willing to tell you a secret, as long as you don't touch it!"
Qin Feng paused, turned to look at Ming Qing, and said, "Go on."
Mingqing stared intently at her, "You must promise me you'll never touch it."
Qin Feng didn't understand what he meant, but he did as he was told anyway, "Okay, I promise you. What's the secret you want to tell me?"
Ming Qing smiled with relief, and pointed with difficulty at Meng Qingyin, "I only told her this secret."
Qin Feng frowned: "Ming Qing, what exactly do you want to do?"
Ming Qing didn't answer her, but looked at Meng Qingyin with a hint of guilt in her eyes.
Meng Qingyin walked over, but Qin Feng said, "Mingqing, you're already at your limit. Don't try to play tricks on us."
She was worried that the Ming and Qing dynasties would take action to harm people.
Although she is in such a condition that even raising her hand is difficult, we must be on guard.
Ming Qing laughed again, but as he laughed, tears streamed down his face. "You think too highly of me."
Now that things have come to this, she won't live much longer.
Meng Qingyin told Qin Feng not to worry about her, then squatted down in front of Ming Qing and asked, "What do you want to tell me?"
Qin Feng consciously took a few steps back.
Ming Qing leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Do you want to know my real purpose for taking the Three-Pointed Knife?"
Meng Qingyin looked down at her, her gaze hardening: "Wasn't it to save your father?"
"Do you believe it?" Ming Qing asked rhetorically.
Meng Qingyin said firmly, "That's just your excuse. Your real purpose in taking the Three-Pointed Knife was to protect everyone."
With Ming Qing's strength, she could have easily killed them many times, but she didn't.
Moreover, just moments after accepting defeat and facing death with equanimity, he suddenly became agitated when Qin Feng was about to take the three-pointed knife.
She thought that perhaps anyone who came into contact with the three-pointed knife would become its "host".
The Ming and Qing dynasties serve as the best example of the consequences of becoming a "host".
Therefore, she didn't allow Qin Feng to touch the three-pointed knife.
However, Meng Qingyin didn't understand why Ming Qing would only tell her this secret.
Ming Qing looked at her with admiration: "You are even smarter than I imagined. No wonder you are the next host chosen by the Three-Pointed Knife."
Meng Qingyin was startled.
Ming Qing smiled bitterly: "Don't look at me with such shock. It was the Three-Pointed Knife that chose you. I don't want more people to get involved."
"You know what? Ever since I read that book, I've lived in fear every day. The images were so impactful. Those alien life forms would ruthlessly trample our homes, and everyone would die at their hands. And the only way to change the outcome was the Tower of Babel."
Meng Qingyin knew without a doubt that the "book" Ming and Qing were referring to was "The Tower".
Mingqing was lost in her memories, and Meng Qingyin did not interrupt her.
"The book says that the key to our victory is the Tri-Pointed Blade. When the Tri-Pointed Blade absorbs enough demonic energy, it will become unstoppable and possess the power to destroy everything. But it is just a weapon, and only humans can use it. The person who uses it will gain its supreme power and become extremely powerful, but the price is to give up their own life."
"Uncle Qin died of demonic energy before he could become its host, and my father... he was the previous host of the Three-Pointed Blade. He died from the backlash of the power. I am the only one who knows this secret, only the weak me!"
Her voice was filled with pain, “He left the Trident in the Demon Tower. I have to retrieve the Trident and become its new host! I am too weak. It’s a problem for me to even survive in the Demon Tower alone, let alone find the Trident.”
Ming Qing's voice began to tremble, "It was supposed to be an adventure for me alone, but I dragged Qin Feng and the others into it. And as I expected, I found the Three-Pointed Knife, but I lost Chen Sha."
"I can't show any remorse towards her, because I want Qin Feng and the others to hate me! That way, even if I die, they won't feel sad or upset. They might even cheer and say: 'Look, the guy who killed Chen Sha is finally dead. It's so satisfying!'"
Ming Qing suddenly grabbed Meng Qingyin's hand, "You must protect everyone. We are not enemies. When alien life forms attack, everyone will be killed by them. You must protect everyone!"
Her eyes grew increasingly cloudy, and her breathing became erratic.
Meng Qingyin shook her head: "You want me to be like you, to become the host of the Three-Pointed Blade, and sacrifice myself to protect everyone?"
Ming Qing seemed not to hear her, and continued to speak to himself, "You need to keep grinding the tower, let the Trident absorb more demonic energy... until it absorbs all the demonic energy from all the floors. That's when the demonic weapon is at its most powerful."
Meng Qingyin withdrew her hand: "So, the Three-Pointed Knife is indeed not a divine weapon, but a demonic artifact."
A true magical artifact.
Ming Qing laughed sarcastically, "What divine weapon? It's just an excuse Uncle Qin made up to get blacksmith Li to forge it."
Her pupils began to dilate, like a curse: "Chosen by the Trident, your destiny is battle, is adventure, and no one can change it or escape it..."
Finally, she looked at the blue sky, moved her lips, but could no longer utter a word.
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