Wasteful suicide
What do you want?
Everything he possesses now was given to him by his master—wealth, money, and other such mundane things.
With nowhere to put his feet in the room, the high priest got up from a pile of scrap metal and stretched.
The Holy One demanded that she serve the Yun family faithfully for life, promising her wealth and glory.
While food and clothing are no longer a concern, upon closer reflection, the thought of leisure after being well-fed and clothed is rather dull.
"Do you have a woman you like?" The high priest blurted out in an instant.
He stammered, his voice heavy with grief, "Why are you asking this?"
"Then it exists."
The high priestess clapped her hands, lifted her skirt, and tiptoed to his side. She lifted the ends of his loose hair, twirled them around her fingertips, and inhaled them with fascination.
"It is said that true feelings are the most precious thing in the world. In exchange, let your memories be the price."
"What memory?"
Does this mean I should forget him because of love?
The high priest smelled his hair, then put his arm around his shoulder, his eyes smiling.
"It's the memory of you liking her."
Crying bitterly, she turned around abruptly, and a strand of hair she had caught slipped through her fingers.
"In exchange for this memory, I can tell you how to break the seal." The high priest patted his shoulder, trying to tempt him. "What, you're unwilling?"
She wept silently, her body trembling slightly.
The high priest, not wanting to be too aggressive, said, "You don't have to lose your memory, but it's the same if you make her forget you."
"no--"
If Wenqing forgets him, he will be very sad.
But if he doesn't do this, Wenqing will definitely find other ways, and the result won't be much better than it is now.
There is now a good way that can achieve the best of both worlds without losing a single soldier.
He didn't know what the consequences of losing his memory would be, but compared to one person losing their memory while the other lives a painful life, watching their former lover turn away coldly.
I'll just have to face the consequences myself.
"No? Then please leave—" The high priest's expression immediately turned sour.
"Wait," the cornered beast cried out with difficulty, "I promise you."
"Let her forget me."
"make a deal."
The wind whistled in my ears.
Yun Xiu's instigation stirred up Rong Yan's evil side. He resentfully thought that it was all because of the people from the Immortal Sect, because their obstruction prevented his senior sister from opening her heart.
They imprisoned their master's immortal bones. If he could retrieve them, his senior sister would smile and forgive him.
They can go back to how things were before.
Since he rashly entered the sect, the protective barrier of the Misty Sect has become much stricter than before.
But Rong Yan has no intention of letting things go.
Even a hundred miles away, the drums and horns that replaced the damaged Phoenix Bell sounded, their sound resounding throughout the heavens and earth.
It pierced my eardrum, causing sharp, throbbing pain.
All the disciples of the sect were on high alert, setting up their bows and crossbows and aiming them at the dark figure hurtling through the air.
Rong Yan now possesses a demon core, making him far stronger than before.
The disciples of the Misty Sect worked together to unleash a fireball, which the speeding figure easily dodged.
He gathered a ball of demonic power in his palm, threw it out, and shattered the great formation.
Just as he was about to retaliate, a sliver of reason within him made him stop.
He ventured in alone, guided by the spiritual roots of the Xuan Tong Zhenren and the residual spiritual power, arriving at the inner and outer chambers of the Wen Shan Hall.
"Not good, stop him—" The disciples swarmed forward, but because it was the Wenshan Hall, none of them dared to step forward, even though they were holding sharp swords.
Rong Yan immediately cast a talisman, a talisman refined from demonic power, which could be used as a protective barrier.
This talisman can trap him for half a day, enough time for him to find his master's remains.
Further inside, there are multiple seals on both the inner and outer surfaces.
Rong Yan easily broke through the first layer, stepping on the floor tiles and crushing the thin, cicada-wing-like barrier bit by bit with his bare hands.
The three people inside the room sensed the various changes in the outside world and became unsettled.
"Don't get distracted," Xuan Tian said, trying to calm everyone down. He maintained his composure, but he had long anticipated this day.
The three people sat around one person, who was kneeling among them. That person was the long-dead Master Xuantong.
At this moment, her complexion was rosy, and she seemed to be breathing.
However, the three's strength was limited, and they were still missing one last item, which Xuan Tong had forgotten after his resurrection.
Little did they know, Rong Yan had already broken through all the defenses and arrived at the solid stone gate.
A loud explosion rang out, and the three dared not be distracted as another explosion occurred outside.
The disciples stormed into the main hall.
Screams, accompanied by muffled thuds, and the stench of blood aimlessly seeped into the room.
The three frowned involuntarily. The next moment, the stone door was broken open, and stones flew everywhere.
Rong Yan remained motionless; behind his slender figure lay a corpse that blended into the darkness.
Lying sprawled on the ground, Rong Yan had a trace of blood on his lips, which he gently wiped away.
"Thank you all for your care, Master. Please don't trouble yourself with anything else."
"Rong Yan, what's wrong with you?" Yin Lan asked with a pained expression.
Sensing the powerful demonic energy surging within him, Yin Lanxin knew the reason, yet still found it hard to believe.
“We are saving your master. If you have any conscience, don’t act impulsively,” Qi Chengyan reminded him.
Little did anyone know that Rong Yan was bewitched and forcibly broke through the magic array, thus breaking the array that was maintaining life.
The three were thrown out by the formation, suffering a backlash that caused them to vomit blood and collapse to the ground.
Xuan Tong Zhenren's body crashed to the ground, but Rong Yan swiftly caught it and forcibly led his men away.
At this moment, countless disciples surrounded the hall, and even various sects were on guard outside.
Yunxiu's words still echoed in his ears: it was all because of these people. If all these people were to die, there would be no more strife in the world, and there would be no more foreign races.
Aside from her master, Senior Sister has no other attachments in this world.
At the critical moment of life and death, he suddenly understood the old demon king's grand ambitions.
He was born from the bottom of society, in a cannibal village, in Lanxi Town, and in the Misty Sect.
Having witnessed countless storms, I feel the pain as a victim of weakness, and I am compassionate as a strong person.
Once the six kingdoms are unified, hunger and hatred will cease to exist.
Stepping outside the hall, dark clouds rolled in, as if returning to the great battle of ten years ago.
Thinking of the scene of Master Xuantong's meticulous teaching, his heart ached.
My master once said that war will never end, but peace will last forever.
In conclusion, the master believed that fighting and killing were the most boring things, with people constantly fighting tooth and nail for profit, resulting in a life-or-death struggle.
Why not live a carefree and unrestrained life?
Master Xuantong once remarked in front of the siblings that if the demon race and the immortal sects were to reconcile, he would truly like to take a few demon disciples as his students.
The premise is that the grudges between the two groups are resolved and the animosity is eliminated.
The old man was not fortunate enough to live to see that day, as he passed away.
In a state of extreme delusion, Rong Yan walked out of the main hall, against the light.
Holding the corpse of Master Xuantong in one arm, he stepped over the body and walked step by step to the outside of the main hall.
Kill all these people, kill all the doctrines that stand between him and his senior sister. In the old demon king's way of doing things, only killing can fulfill his long-cherished wish.
He understood immediately.
Bloodshed and carnage ensued, with rivers of blood flowing like rivers.
"Damn it, isn't anyone going to stop him?" The injured disciple retreated step by step. The aid had already sent a letter to Mount Futu, and received a reply saying that the old peak master was over fifty years old and could not withstand the wind and rain. Upon hearing the bad news about the Misty Sect, he had already fainted.
The disciples shouted and cursed.
Having a daughter like Rong Nianci was already a misfortune for the family. Now, her son has caused such a huge mess, and Futu Mountain is trying to avoid him like the plague.
When Rong Yan's identity was revealed, the old peak master, out of consideration for his wife and the pleas of the peak envoys, considered having Rong Yan recognized as a member of the clan.
The old sect leader only had one daughter, Rong Nianci, and there was no one in the vast sect who could inherit the mantle.
But ever since Rong Yan inherited the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, the old peak master has come to a complete realization of reality.
This grandson is no pushover; it's better to disown him.
Despite the fact that Mount Futu refused to come to the rescue, all the sects, large and small, except for the immortal sects far away in Penglai Continent, have rushed to provide assistance.
One man cannot defeat a thousand troops; Rong Yan was attacked from both sides.
One of them, imposing and of unknown origin, said, "Stop! Do you want the people to suffer and live in misery?"
"What are you?" Rong Yan asked with a wicked grin.
He took a step forward, and the disciples retreated in fear.
With a sneer, it took to the air.
Yunxiu led her troops to the scene and joined the melee.
The clash of swords and the roar of battle filled the air; in the thick, impenetrable clouds, not a trace of spring could be seen.
Just as they were about to act, a person emerged unsteadily from the crowd of people on the ground, who were as insignificant as ants.
It's my senior sister!
Rong Yan felt a pang of pain in his heart; his conscience outweighed the slaughter. He looked up in bewilderment, only to see devastation everywhere.
This shouldn't be the case; he never intended to instigate this war.
Even though he was unwilling to sit on the throne, he knew that apart from him maintaining the current peace, no one could guarantee that the next person to sit on the throne would not start another war.
Only if he ascends the throne can the disaster be nipped in the bud.
At this moment, reason returned to him, and he thought of resolving this feud. He used his power to land and tried to stop the people who were fighting.
But all his efforts were in vain, and Rong Yan was powerless to fly into the sky.
Lin Yueyao was engrossed in searching for someone; her seal had been broken, and she couldn't care less about Wen Qing, who had transformed into human form.
"Wenqing—" Kubei chased after her, worried that she might get hurt.
Wen Qing, preoccupied with her master, turned around and glared at him, "Why are you following me?!"
Crying and grieving, Wen Qing's face stiffened; she had completely forgotten him.
When Wenqing turned back, her master had already flown into the air. Just as she was chasing after him, someone suddenly appeared in front of her.
The person crying reacted quickly, shouting, "Watch out—"
The two people in mid-air stared at each other. Lin Yueyao coldly questioned him, "What have you done now?"
Overwhelmed with unbearable pain, Rong Yan uttered in despair, "No..."
He didn't; none of this was his true intention.
Lin Yueyao's gaze waned as she saw him holding his master's corpse in his hands.
Even though her master was already dead, she still had to suffer such humiliation. Lin Yueyao's lips trembled violently.
"Why don't you just die...?"
“Senior sister…” Rong Yan felt a pang of pain in his heart, his mind a jumble of confusion.
"Go to hell!!" Lin Yueyao glared at him angrily and cursed him.
Yes, killing wasn't the only way to stop all of this. Ten years ago, my father and mother made the right decision.
He knew what to do.
In front of Lin Yueyao, he threw Xuan Tong Zhenren's corpse down hard.
Below, there are flames of war everywhere; once they fall, the bodies will surely be destroyed and the evidence erased.
Without hesitation, Lin Yueyao plunged in.
With his eyes glazed over, he dug his way through his abdomen with his bare hands.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
