Chapter 91 Shan Qing came into this world to find his mother...
In a baby's eyes, humans and animals are no different, relatives and strangers are not distinguished by their closeness, and gold and stones are not distinguished by their value.
To become an immortal or a god, one must return to a state of pure innocence, far removed from the world and its conflicts, and view all things in heaven and earth as one.
Huang Menglu used to wonder, how heartless must a person be to think about ascending to godhood?
She had seen the former sect leader punish Shen Yingda when she was a child, and thought that the Shen family was indeed ruthless, no wonder the Kunlun Immortal Master could become an immortal.
Seeing Shen Yingda being controlled by Wuliangsheng, Huang Menglu suddenly felt that there was no difference between being ruthless and being indifferent. People can become immortals by being ruthless, and they can also become one of the Five Evils by being ruthless.
The more you try to let go of something, the more likely it is to become an obsession.
Despite cultivating immortality for so many years, they still couldn't overcome their emotions and ultimately became puppets of them.
The character "善" (goodness) above Shen Yingda's head gleamed brightly. He had never done anything evil in his life, so Huang Guangming, acting as the judge's pen, naturally couldn't harm him at this moment.
Huang Guangming's face darkened, and he released the Binding Immortal Rope, binding Shen Yingda tightly. Shen Yingda's body was restrained, but black energy continued to surge from his body, transforming into thick black clouds that rushed towards them. Huang Guangming's Book of Life and Death stood before him, but it was churned and hissed by the black clouds. Sharp blades seemed to be hidden within the clouds, tearing through the air, ripping the pages of the Book of Life and Death, intent on shredding the people before him into blood and gore.
"Tai Sheng Shui!"
Water gives birth to all things.
Clumps of lush green trees, vines, and vibrant flowers sprouted before them, blocking out the dark clouds. Green branches were pruned, but new green branches grew back, an endless cycle of life.
Huang Guangming suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He turned his head and saw the blood at the corner of Huang Menglu's mouth. He gritted his teeth and picked up his judge's pen.
Huang Menglu guessed his intention and stopped him, saying, "Brother!"
"I would even dare to kill the sect leader."
Huang Guangming wielded his brush with great force, the ink flying into the air: "Heaven's Will, Bright Ghost!"
A muffled rumble of thunder echoed in the sky, and the ink from the judge's pen twisted and turned in the air, transforming into several ghostly figures.
The punishment of the gods and spirits cannot be won by the wealthy, powerful, brave, strong, or well-armored. The punishment of the gods and spirits will surely prevail.
The ghostly figure, wielding a weapon, charged towards the dark cloud, only to see the cloud disperse, transforming into several figures standing in the air. Huang Guangming looked over and realized that those figures were none other than the long-deceased ancestors of the Shen family.
Seeing that the figure had transformed into the likeness of the Shen family ancestor, the ghosts and spirits froze in their tracks, no longer moving forward. The light that determined good and evil fell upon the phantom of the Shen family ancestor, and a white light shone forth, with the character "善" (good) appearing above their heads.
The ancestors of the Shen family were all good people, and Heaven and the spirits could not punish them.
Shen Yingda curled his lips. Although the Shen family members were stubborn and hard to change, they were all good people, and neither Heaven nor ghosts and gods could punish them.
He raised his hand, and the illusion of the Shen family ancestor also raised his hand. One after another, real and fake sword shadows appeared in the air, aimed at the two people in front of him.
With these ten thousand swords falling, from this day forward he will transform from a good person into an evil one.
Do you regret it?
Perhaps. Who doesn't have regrets in their life? Over the past hundred years, the ancestors of the Shen family have probably been just like him.
Like other ancestors, even if his cultivation stagnated and he could never reach the end, he should have waited for an accident, or for his lifespan to run out, for his soul to merge with the sword, and finally be hung on a high platform.
But he was already exhausted and didn't want to waste any more time.
A hundred years is too short for a cultivator, but too long for him. He lived a peaceful and stable life for half his life, and finally wanted to go crazy one last time before he died.
He had been jealous of the two people in front of him for a long time.
They were all born in Kunlun, so why did he have to endure such pressure from a young age, unable to grow up as freely as the others? His bloodline gave him many advantages, but it also became his shackles, from which he could never escape for the rest of his life.
Hatred and jealousy are knives and swords.
Shen Yingda hesitated for a moment after thinking for a while, but finally pointed down: "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Heart".
"Tai Sheng Shui!"
Water comes from all directions, spiraling and gathering before our eyes, creating a riot of flowers.
As the sword light fell, a sudden flash of lightning appeared, and in the lightning, a figure suddenly appeared beneath the sword light, leaning against the flower wall, attempting to block Shen Yingda's ten thousand swords.
He saw the figure, and a buzzing sound filled his mind. He quickly tried to retract his sword, but how could he take back a sword that had left his hand? He flashed forward and caught the falling sword light.
Sword beams pierced his body. When a person is pierced by a sword, they do not feel pain. This was the first time Shen Yingda had been pierced by so many swords. He thought, "It really doesn't hurt at all, just a little cold."
Indeed, the physical body is merely a vessel for the soul; all things return to the heart. As long as the heart is not injured, one will not feel pain.
The child he was protecting had his eyes tightly closed and was trembling.
He was clearly afraid, so why did he dare to block his sword? When did he become so familiar with these two from the Huang family that he would risk his life to block his sword?
Perhaps because he was on the verge of death, Shen Yingda felt a lightness in his body and experienced an unprecedented sense of ease.
"Aren't you afraid I'll really kill you?" Shen Yingda asked, looking at Shen Qingyan.
Huang Menglu, having dispelled the Taiyi Shengshui, saw the situation before him and quickly stepped forward to protect Shen Qingyan behind him.
With a crisp "clatter," a black bead fell from Shen Yingda's arm, leaving a dark hole in the wound. Yet, he felt no pain and continued to ask, "You're certain you're my child, so you guessed I wouldn't harm you, right?"
Another black bead fell from Shen Yingda's body.
Shen Qingyan looked up at Shen Yingda, his eyes filled with fear. But this fear wasn't of the sword light or death; it was of Shen Yingda himself, and his identity as his "father." This identity had cast an indelible shadow on him since childhood.
Because his existence is always a failure of his parents, symbolizing that they have produced a failed product.
Even in a different world, even though the Shen Yingda in front of him doesn't look like Shen Qingyan's father in reality, Shen Yingda still can't help but feel afraid.
Huang Menglu stood in front of Shen Qingyan, while Huang Guangming protected him from behind. For some reason, he suddenly found courage he had never had before and said to the shadowy figure, "If you want to kill me, then do it!" Shen Qingyan was not afraid of death. When he picked up the Weeping Ghost God and slashed it across his neck, he was prepared to die.
He was not afraid of death; he was willing to return his body to his parents, and the person who saved him at that time was himself.
As Shen Qingyan finished speaking, Shen Yingda's body melted like mud, and black beads rolled to the ground, like a mountain collapsing. Then, a voice drifted into the air.
"Then you guessed right. I really never intended to harm you."
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"Why should I..." Shen Qingyan said, head bowed. "What's the use of telling me all this now?" Is this how a father expresses love? Does love mean suffering? He would rather be a person who sprang from a crack in a rock than accept this so-called love.
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"What have you stuffed into my head again?!" another voice rang in Shen Qingyan's mind. "How disgusting! Throw this stuff out!"
The voice was screeching in his mind, and Shen Qingyan came to his senses and replied to him telepathically: "I'm sorry..."
Shen Qingyan woke up, or rather, the original Shen Qingyan of this world, the soul of the original owner of his body, woke up and is now sharing the same body with him. Their thoughts are connected, and they can read each other's memories.
"You dared to use my body to block the sword just now. If I had really died, you would have been finished," the original owner said viciously.
"sorry."
"Although you say sorry, you don't feel any remorse at all. Now that we're on the same page, don't think you can fool me."
"..."
Indeed, upon sensing the fluctuations in spiritual energy, Shen Qingyan instinctively ran towards the main hall. When he saw Shen Yingda unleash a deadly attack on the elders, his body reacted first, shielding them. He knew he wasn't important; he always felt others were more important than himself. If he could have the chance to die for saving others in this life, that would be wonderful.
Unfortunately, he was too resilient and survived several times.
"You wicked thing that possessed my body, did you ask for my permission before you wanted to die? Did I allow you to die? You want to die, but I don't. You must live well for me. Once I find a way to separate, I'll let you die however you want," the original owner said angrily.
He had never suffered such humiliation in Penglai before. Now, having just left Penglai, he had been subjected to this calamity. Not only was his body possessed by a wandering ghost, but that ghost was also a good-for-nothing fool who had wasted his great talents. How could he not be angry?
He came to Kunlun at his birth mother's behest to deliver a message to Shen Yingda, the Kunlun sect leader, informing him of his existence as his adoptive father, hoping to extract more resources and information from Kunlun. He had never had any feelings for that person, so what if Shen Yingda was his biological father?
On the contrary, the other Shen Qingyan inside him was both surprised and afraid of Shen Yingda.
"What's there to be afraid of? He's just an older man who's a bit older than you. Why are you afraid of him?" The original owner scoffed.
What does bloodline mean in a person's life? Background, family, shadows.
Shen Qingyan couldn't explain why he was afraid of Shen Yingda, but listening to the original owner's words, the shackles in his heart suddenly loosened. It seemed that he was right; there was indeed nothing to be afraid of. In his eyes, his father was a wild beast in clothes, but even wild beasts weren't something to be afraid of.
"Where is your mother?" The original owner asked after reading Shen Qingyan's memories. "When your father beat you, didn't your mother protect you?" In Shen Qingyan's memories, he did not read about the role of his mother.
Shen Qingyan's expression faltered for a moment, and a thought suddenly arose in his mind.
He remembered why he had traveled to this world.
He came into this world to find his mother.
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