Chapter 98 Three Thousand Lifetimes - The End of Dharma Era (Part Six) I hate you...
His tone was questioning, but his eyes betrayed a completely different meaning. Before Shi Xianxue could understand what he meant by "try," she was forced into a corner by his gaze filled with overwhelming lust.
The space suddenly compressed, the air around my mouth suddenly thinned, and the fragrance of lotus flowers became unusually strong at this moment.
"You...you can't think it's what I'm thinking, can you?"
Shi Xianxue crossed her arms and looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a pervert. "I don't like writing hate literature. If you dare to force me against my will, I really will—"
Before she could speak, the boy's heavy embrace interrupted her. His scorching breath and powerful heartbeat pressed aggressively against her, more intense and suffocating than ever before. The force around her waist gave Shi Xianxue the illusion that she was embedded into his body.
Shi Xianxue instinctively tried to push him away, but when she touched his trembling, burning body, her clenched fist loosened for a moment before resting against the boy's thin shoulder again.
As the blood moon moved westward, the entire room was gradually enveloped in darkness. Several shimmering butterflies caught the eye, and Shi Xianxue was almost lifted up by him.
“I…love you so much too.” He almost choked up with excitement, seemingly oblivious to Shi Xianxue’s resistance, throwing himself wholeheartedly into the embrace, expressing his love as if no one else was around.
In the deep, quiet night, Shi Xianxue's fingers curled slightly, and several illusory and fragmented lights and shadows silently slipped away from her fingertips.
She let go, and a deep sense of powerlessness washed over her heart like a soaked sponge. She felt a lump in her throat, a sour and painful ache in her chest, and she couldn't utter a single word.
“I want to marry you, I really want to marry you, I want to be with you legitimately, I want…” His breath hitched briefly, his voice choked with emotion, “You are willing to marry me.”
Shi Xianxue closed her eyes, about to say something, when Wu Xiutang suddenly released her. His dark eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist, and the corners of his eyes looked as if they were stained with the juice of balsam flowers. He should have looked pitiful, but the expression on his face clearly revealed a vengeful pleasure.
“But I destroyed your three thousand lifetimes. You could have easily discarded what was insignificant to you, but I destroyed what you cared about most.” He was like an uncontrollable madman, shattering the peace that had been hard-won between them. “How could you possibly be willing? You clearly wish you could kill me.”
Shi Xianxue was forced to retreat by his out-of-control emotions.
As her back pressed against the cold glass, she seemed to have been pushed to the limit and finally exploded: "I don't want to kill you! But you've left me with no choice!"
“I know I was wrong. There are some things I’ve always chosen to avoid talking about, thinking that this way I could at least maintain a semblance of calm. But in the end, it was just self-deception. I’ve hurt you, I’ve hurt everyone. I deserve to die.”
“You actually knew all along, didn’t you?” Shi Xianxue pursed her lips, and helpless tears welled up uncontrollably. “You’re taking revenge on me not because you’re afraid of being abandoned by me, but because if I hadn’t gone back to eighteen years ago, if I hadn’t intervened, your life would have been completely different. You would have parents, a noble status, and your own name. You should be Prince Huaguang, the only heir of Nan Yue.”
"I was too arrogant, thinking I had the ability to change things. The seeds I sowed, you have to bear the bitter fruit. You are so vindictive and have never truly received love. Hate is much easier for you."
“You said you came because of me, then Wu Xiutang, that afternoon eighteen years ago was not a dream or an illusion. It was I who brought you into this world, and it was I who made such a mess of everything. It’s all because of me.”
"So, between the two of us, it's clearly... you hate me."
She said it with absolute conviction.
A glistening tear rolled down his cheek, shimmering with a faint luster. Wu Xiutang's gaze slowly shifted from that tear to the pair of eyes that haunted his dreams.
Those once carefree and warm eyes suddenly became shrouded in a dark mist, beneath which lay many obscure and incomprehensible things.
Admittedly, the goddess could not possibly be ignorant of love; she simply never reciprocated by giving herself trust and unconditional love.
Perhaps it had existed for a long time, but he had never noticed it. What he firmly believed to be so vulnerable had transformed into sharp weapons piercing his heart at this moment.
Heaven is generous and the world is tolerant, yet many things that are readily available to him are difficult for him to obtain, and he has never truly possessed them for a single moment.
He could no longer feel the warmth of the world, but when that despairing coldness surged back into his body and enveloped him, Wu Xiutang raised his eyelashes as usual: "You're right."
He paused briefly, then looked up, staring intently into her eyes, denying the tenderness they had just shared with utter despair.
I hate you.
--
The red silk whip had lost all spiritual power and lay limply on the ground like a snake whose seven-inch mark had been severed.
"You mean you accidentally crushed Fu Liuwan's soul, and as she was dying, you forced her to reveal the passage to the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion, and you went up the mountain all this way to prepare to use the power of the divine artifact to help us activate the formation?"
Lou Su responded sarcastically, raising his handsome, sword-like eyebrows, and asked Zhou Huang, "How credible do you think it is?"
Zhou Huang kept his eyes fixed on the screen and did not speak.
Fu Zhen's cultivation was destroyed, and he lay sprawled on the ground in a sorry state.
Lou Su seemed to only then notice him, and said in a regretful tone, "You released Fu Liuwan without permission and even gave her the Qiankun Star, but in the end, she still died. All those years of demonic cultivation were wasted for someone who was destined to die. Isn't that a pity, Fu Zhen?"
Lou Su smiled, his eyes full of mockery: "I thought you and your master were the same kind of people."
Fu Zhen's heart was shattered, and a metallic taste rose in his throat. He clenched his teeth, and the emotions buried deep in his heart almost overwhelmed his last breath.
He respected his teachers and cared for his junior brothers and sisters. He studied and practiced diligently day after day without ever slacking off. However, he could not compare to those born with the talent of cultivating immortality. He was unwilling to accept that he was ranked second in the immortal sect. He did not want to be a loser. He wanted to bring glory to the sect and ride the wind and clouds to the heavens. What did it matter if he did whatever it took?
So, his master pointed him to another path... Only he knew how arduous the journey was, and how one wrong step could lead to utter ruin.
Does he regret it?
Fu Zhen thought, maybe.
He was, after all, just a human being. He cultivated the Tao and his mind, striving for utmost emptiness and stillness. He could not transcend the Six Realms; he was just an ordinary person.
In a daze, he seemed to see his junior sister who always liked to wear red. Only she was truly sincere towards him.
The female disciples serving beside him were under a forbidden spell; their eyes were vacant, and they mechanically performed the actions they had been instructed to do.
Zhou Huang observed coldly for a while, then suddenly turned to Song Qingshu and asked, "I remember that you, this junior, were on good terms with the goddess in the past. How can I trust you?"
Song Qingshu: "The hatred of killing one's father is irreconcilable. All things have feelings, and the love of parents for giving birth to and raising one is greater than the love of cultivating the Dao. He killed my father, and as long as I have any blood in my body, I will fight them to the death. If you don't trust me, then I will go my own way and find another way. But you will have to spend some time and energy."
After all, Fu Zhen's bloodline had been severed by her, and only by having her join and activating the Demon-Subduing Sword could the formation be ensured to be opened.
How could Zhou Huang not sense that the Demon-Subduing Sword had already recognized its master? That was precisely why he was so puzzled. Song Qingshu had already lost her demonic bones, and her cultivation was simply insufficient to make the Demon-Subduing Sword submit to her.
He said, "Do you even know that the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Array can change the weather, and the caster could be swept up in it and leave no trace? Even so, do you still want to join?"
“I wouldn’t have come if I hadn’t thought it through,” Song Qingshu said. “I’m not someone who’s afraid of death.”
Zhou Huang wanted to continue, but Lou Su interrupted him, "Of course you're welcome, but Miss Song, you know I don't easily trust others."
Looking at Zhou Zheyue's face, Song Qingshu still felt a strong sense of separation. She did not back down and looked directly into his eyes.
A black pill lay quietly in Lou Su's palm: "This is a blood gu specifically designed to deal with cultivators. Without my antidote, no matter how profound one's cultivation, one will turn into a pool of blood."
A dark glint flashed in Lou Su's eyes as he pressed closer: "Miss Song, let me see your sincerity."
Song Qingshu grabbed the poison and swallowed it whole. Meeting Lou Su's half-smiling gaze, she said seriously, "You hope you truly have the strength to kill Wu Xiutang and slaughter the entire Jiuli Demon Clan, otherwise—"
The Demon-Subduing Sword flew toward the center of the formation as summoned. Song Qingshu glanced at the female disciple who was arranging the sacrificial artifacts, and her eyes suddenly turned extremely cold: "The Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Formation will become your sacrifice."
After saying that, he leaped up and rushed into the formation.
Zhou Huang sneered: "Such arrogance. I remember her demonic bones were extracted, and her cultivation was crippled. Logically speaking, she should have died along with her father long ago. Even if she was healed by the power of the goddess, the Demon-Subduing Sword is an ancient divine artifact. Unless it is its destined master, anyone who uses a divine artifact will suffer a backlash, whether minor or severe. Could it be..."
He looked at Lou Su.
"That's right. You only know about her romantic affairs back then, and you only know that her mother was a lowly maid. But you don't know that her mother came from the Jiuyi tribe and was a descendant of a family of sword forgers. Tens of thousands of years ago, her ancestors participated in the forging of the Demon-Subduing Sword. Back then, blood flowed like a river, and the sword was forged with the blood of all her people, which is why it gained Zhu Ze's approval."
Naturally, apart from Zhu Ze, the Demon-Subduing Sword would only willingly submit to her.
His emerald eyes reflected the only beautiful figure in the center of the formation, and he sighed, "The reason why heaven and earth can endure is that they do not live for themselves, therefore they can live forever. She puts herself aside, which will bring better results than Fu Liuwan."
"So we're just going to trust her so easily? We've put so much effort into this formation, what if something goes wrong..."
Lou Su withdrew his gaze, and asked with a half-smile, "Do you really think I gave her some kind of heart-cursing poison?"
Zhou Huang raised an eyebrow and laughed at Song Qingshu's retreating figure.
"Truly worthy of being the first human to cultivate into an immortal since the beginning of time."
That's despicable enough.
--
The scents of seawater and earth were unexpectedly mixed together; small countries along the coast of the Nine Nether Continent had already been destroyed by the Chongming Kingdom.
Within the black waves, shimmering silver ripples surge, and several pairs of green eyes bob up and down in the rolling waves.
The high mountains are home to temporary human settlements. They look exhausted and their clothes are dirty. Without the protection of their home and country, even if they are lucky enough to survive, there is nowhere for them to stay in the vast world.
A human child seemed to have discovered something. He stood up and stared intently at the sea. When a few blinding streaks of silver light flashed before his eyes, he cried out in terror, "Mermaids! Mother, mermaids!"
The people in the camp were instantly on edge, picking up their children and running up the mountain.
Merfolk cannot stay out of the water for too long. As long as they continue to climb higher, the seawater will not drown them for the time being. They should try to survive first, and a miracle will surely happen.
Fortunately, those ominous auras only circled around a few times, not as if they were about to attack, but rather as if they were confirming their location and direction. After a few black waves crashed over, they disappeared without a trace.
“Your Highness, the situation is currently turbulent. The Chongming River has flooded the land and is out of control. Your cultivation level is not high, and choosing to go ashore at this time is not a wise move. We should stay in the palace and wait for Your Highness to return…”
Ignoring the siren's desperate pleas beside him, Jueming quickly whipped his tail, leaving the siren far behind.
The direction he swam towards was clearly the place where the demons resided, a place everyone was trying to avoid.
Since Zhu Ze's fall and the ancient demon race was sealed in the No Return Mountain, the Demon Realm has not been able to hold its head high for a long time. Now the seal has been completely destroyed, the ancient demon generals have reappeared in the world, and miracles have occurred. The demon race is bound to recreate the glory of tens of thousands of years ago.
The marriage of that God of Order should naturally be taken seriously.
The bride is from the Wushan tribe, while the groom is from the Nanyue Jiuyi tribe. The two tribes are divided into two countries. Although they live on the same land, their customs and cultures are very different. So, which custom should be followed?
The Demon Master scratched his head and decided to consult Feng Yun.
Feng Yun had no time to concern himself with such trivial matters. He was already known for his bad temper. Just as the Demon Master was about to continue speaking, the scene before him twisted and changed. In the next instant, he was bound and thrown out by a domineering force.
The Demon Master rolled on the ground before getting up. He sighed, feeling utterly hopeless, but dared not ask the person involved. In his dazed state, a light flashed before his eyes. The Demon Master straightened up and stared blankly at the beautiful and exquisite glass house in the distance.
Both Xiliang and its ally Chaoyun used bright red as the main color for weddings, signifying auspicious dates and the proper betrothal. Nanyue also had a "pure goddess" ceremony, with priests presiding over the wedding, and the custom of hanging red decorations. Naturally, their wedding attire differed from that of Chaoyun and Xiliang, not only being more colorful, but also abandoning gold for headdresses. Instead, they wore silver crowns with exquisite carvings and necklaces around their necks and shoulders, which made a crisp sound when they walked.
The brutality of the God of Order was still vivid in his mind. After much thought, he decided to respect the God of Order and prepared to show the useless little goddess the wedding dress he was holding.
Just as he was about to politely knock on the door, he inadvertently glimpsed through the transparent glass room that the frail human had smashed pastries onto the face of the ruthless God of Order.
The cakes were made so soft and crumbly that they crumbled all over the floor.
His heart skipped a beat, his fingers gripped the tray, and he instantly slowed his breathing.
Oh no, oh no! What terrible luck! Why did she have to come and die right when the young couple was arguing? This goddess can't even see the right moment. She's like a fish on a chopping board, completely at everyone's mercy. How dare she challenge the God of Order...
This kind of thing that damages one's image and dignity is something no man could tolerate, let alone a nature god.
This little goddess is probably going to be in serious trouble, if not dead.
He decided he couldn't take the wedding wine and was about to slip away quietly when he looked up and saw the boy's upturned lips.
The Demon Master froze, then a strange, chilling coldness rose from his spine.
Has anyone ever said that the sweeter a person's smile, the scarier they are?
He was distracted for a moment, and the next moment he felt an unbearable suffocating sensation on his neck. He hurriedly knelt down and raised his arms. "Your Majesty, the wedding clothes have all been made. Please take a look."
The feeling of suffocation vanished instantly.
The little goddess was extremely heartbroken. She couldn't hear anything and, like a maddened lioness, pointed towards the door and shouted, "Get out!"
Before he could even finish his work, he was kicked out by the little goddess. He glanced at the newly appointed lord and saw that he was kicked out but remained calm and showed no sign of anger. He couldn't help but admire the magnanimity of the lord.
Holding the wedding dress in his hands, he was about to risk his life to remonstrate with the emperor when he heard Wu Xiutang ask, "What color is your wedding dress?"
His tone was normal, but the Demon Master was a little nervous. He answered tremblingly and received a frown from Wu Xiutang.
Long, slender fingers gently tapped the silver bell, producing a crisp, ringing sound.
"Silver bells." The blood-red setting sun of the Demon Realm painted the most beautiful Demon Lord since the beginning of time with magnificent colors. "Change it to gold. The clothes should also be gold."
The Demon Master raised his head.
"The more precious the better, the more dazzling it looks, priceless, and unparalleled in the world..." Wu Xiutang smiled and looked at the setting sun that was about to disappear. "The best."
Although I disagree with the aesthetics of the God of Order, as a pure demon who has survived unscathed despite low magical power, it is absolutely essential to have some special skills.
He quickly accepted this fact and praised Wu Xiutang's proposed revisions from every angle.
Wu Xiutang's forehead twitched as he listened, and he developed deep doubts about the abilities of the person in front of him: "If you are... never mind, give me the wedding dress."
He wisely kept quiet and presented the wedding dress with both hands. Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped and looked over, puzzled.
"Tell Fengyun that the wedding is approaching. The guards at the entrance should be polite these next few days and not frighten our friends who have come from afar."
"yes."
The flamingo and Wu Ying witnessed the entire argument between the two.
The flamingo was intimidated by the two men's imposing manner, rolled on the ground and spun around twice, its feathers flying wildly in the air.
Wu Ying, on the other hand, looked worried and sighed repeatedly.
Turning my head, I saw the flamingo holding a magic fruit and pecking at it with lingering fear. The magic fruit was sweet and sour, and could enhance cultivation. It was blackish-purple, and the flamingo loved to eat it.
Even when facing death, he couldn't forget that mouth. Wu Ying was left isolated and helpless. He stood up like a human with his feet off the ground, put his hands behind his back and couldn't stop sighing.
The sighs disturbed the flamingo that was eating. Almost every time it took a bite, Wu Ying would let out a long sigh. It was really annoying, as if it were having its last supper.
The flamingo then complained, "Hey, you're ruining people's appetite!"
Wu Ying grabbed its neck and shook it wildly: "Eat, eat, all you know is eating. What time is it and you're still eating? I beg you to be serious. There will be plenty of opportunities to eat in the future. The most important thing now is to stop those two and ease their tension."
The magic fruits fell to the ground, and a few rolled twice before falling into the pond. The fire ibis, its neck restrained, was a little out of breath: "But don't you dislike my master?"
Shouldn't it be happy to see them in this state?
Wu Ying: "You... never mind, you're just like your master, heartless, selfish and cowardly. What's the point of talking to people like you?"
There was no point in saying more than necessary, so Wu Ying jumped onto the roof and walked away with his tail wagging.
The fire ibis collected the fallen magic fruits one by one, muttering to itself, "Of course I have to eat them. If I don't eat them now, when will I ever have the chance again?"
"Selfish and cowardly?" The flamingo adjusted its small crown, its beak still stained with dark purple juice.
"The people of the Goddess Clan are never cowards."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
