Chapter 139 Seeking Cause and Effect: A broken mirror cannot be mended.
Lian Quesheng's eyes only saw the face of Xi Chuang. The boy's face was contorted, and large tears fell, dripping onto the nape of his neck, making Lian Quesheng feel the burning heat.
Whether this encounter was right or wrong, no one could say for sure. Lian Quesheng was held tightly in his arms, wanting to do something but unable to move at all. He had no spiritual power left and was no match for Xi Chuang. He could only watch helplessly as Xi Chuang moved.
"don't want."
Lian Quesheng shook his head. Xi Chuang was very obsessed with him, valuing his life more than his own, which Lian Quesheng could not bear. His mortal body had become riddled with holes because of Xi Chuang's love.
It would undoubtedly be difficult to repair it again.
"Xichuang, I won't let them save me, and of course I won't let you save me either." Lian Quesheng tried to reason with him one last time, but it wasn't some serious advice. Lian Quesheng rarely used such sour words unless it was a critical moment.
“You know me, Xichuang. I won’t remember you saving me. I will use the life you gave me to find someone else and take on a new disciple. That’s not what you want to see.”
Xi Chuang knew he was being provoked, but he was just falling for it. He was completely captivated by Lian Quesheng, unable to look away.
"You dare—"
"You'll see if I dare." Lian Quesheng gasped for breath as he backed away. He exchanged glances with Xiang Zhanyi, trying to get someone to move Xi Chuang away, but it was obvious that Xiang Zhanyi couldn't get involved between the two of them.
He set up a barrier by the west window, and the sudden burst of spiritual power made this barrier, which he had almost risked his life to establish, airtight and indestructible. He pulled Lian Quesheng, who was trying to escape, back. He was already a persistent ghost, and now that his disguise had been removed, he was even more unstoppable.
“Master, do you know why I, a ghost, can still live in this world?” Xi Chuang approached Lian Quesheng, his skin touching his. “Actually, I am also a wandering ghost. People often say that ghosts without offerings will be driven out even if they go to the Netherworld, because they have no money to bribe the ghosts responsible for ferrying them across.”
"Deceased elders have descendants to make offerings, and children who die young have parents who burn clothes and paper money for them on time. But someone like me, all alone, born naked with nothing, will die without anyone knowing and without even a grave. My body will be carelessly dumped in the wild, and may be eaten by jackals and tigers one day."
"I can't be reincarnated, so I can only wander here until I met you, Master. If I die, will you... miss me?"
Xi Chuang swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. What he really wanted to ask was whether Lian Quesheng thought of him every day, but in the end he didn't say it. He was afraid of being presumptuous. Rather than being disheartened after hearing the answer, he would rather keep the hope in mind.
He avoided Lian Quesheng's eyes, pressed the man's pressure points, and watched him faint in his arms. Only then did Xi Chuang have the strength to look at him again, and could look at Lian Quesheng without any scruples. His gaze, filled with longing and reluctance, slowly swept over every feature of Lian Quesheng's face.
Lian Chisu watched the scene inside from afar. Chu Jue stood beside her and always felt that the people seemed too calm, like a lifeless lake. No matter how many stones were thrown in, they could not cause the slightest ripple.
Lu Buwen, standing next to her, seemed more alive. His hands gripping the wheelchair were bulging with veins, and his furrowed brows and pale lips surprised Chu Jue.
I originally thought Lu Buwen would be someone who wouldn't easily show off his abilities, always traveling around and dealing with all sorts of people. Even Quesheng's ability to get along with everyone was largely inherited from him.
"Sect Leader Lian, what are you thinking? I always thought we were all deceived by Xi Chuang. Whether it was his temperament or his cultivation level, he was completely different from usual. I thought Sect Leader Lian would be as shocked as I was, but I didn't expect that judging from Sect Leader Lian's appearance now, it seems like he had already guessed it."
Although Chu Jue knew that saying this was offensive, his doubts grew like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Moreover, Chu Jue had felt something was off when the group of them came to Xingchenque. The way Xi Chuang and Lian Chisu interacted was completely unexpected.
It is widely rumored that Xichuang grew up in Bailuzhou and was like a brother to Lian Quesheng. He also had a deep friendship with Sect Leader Lian and Lu Buwen. If they were really close, why would Xichuang be so reserved and distant?
"Sect Leader Chu, would you feel pity for someone with such a deep and complex nature?"
Lian Chisu wasn't surprised by his question. She glanced lightly at Xi Chuang, who was covered in blood, and Lian Quesheng, who was lying on the ground with his clothes underneath him. Things had turned out exactly as she had expected. "Sect Leader Chu, we are all human. We all know that a broken mirror cannot be mended."
"Have you seen the west window before?"
Lian Chisu smiled at him, neither admitting nor denying it, "Sect Leader Lian, the connection between people is sometimes really deep. After many twists and turns, they will eventually be entangled together."
Chu Jue didn't know what to say. He sighed. It was like a farce. He slowly walked to Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu's side. They were just another pair of innocent, unfortunate people who had been dragged into this mess.
"Young Master Jiang, how is Sect Master Shen...?"
Shen Jiuxu collapsed into Jiang Yu's arms, his face as pale as paper, even appearing somewhat transparent. He had looked extremely weak ever since he arrived at Xingchenque.
Even if he didn't know the details of everything that happened between Shen Jiuxu and Jiang Yu, he could tell that Shen Jiuxu had expended a lot of energy to break the symbiotic relationship between Jiang Yu and Xichuang.
Jiang Yu's expression was not good. He could feel that Shen Jiuxu was barely breathing, and the rise and fall of his chest was almost invisible. The rich floral fragrance had long been diluted by the cold air and became almost inaudible, as if it had never existed.
After ascending to immortality, his perception of all things in the world became even stronger. Every cloud and every breeze occupied its own space in Jiang Yu's mind. Every thing carried its own unique sense of existence, making it hard to ignore.
But Shen Jiuxu's presence seems to be getting weaker and weaker.
Jiang Yu was afraid—afraid that he would disappear from here, afraid that he would become a lonely man over the long years.
Ascension did not solve his problem; instead, it made everything more difficult, even turning it into an unsolvable problem. Jiang Yu had already experienced the anxiety and waiting during the few days that Shen Jiuxu was unconscious.
He loathed this feeling of helplessness and hated his Daoist companion who could only stand by his bedside, oblivious and unresponsive like a scarecrow.
This experience once surpassed the dark period of his failed ascension and became the past he least wanted to recall; he realized that being abandoned could be so painful.
The grass and trees on the ground seemed to sense the god's distress. With a telepathic connection, the soft tips of the grass tentatively touched Jiang Yu's fingers, carrying a unique fragrance that soothed his restless and anxious mind.
"Young Master Jiang, Sect Master Shen is a lucky man, he will definitely get better." Chu Jue sighed for them. One after another, their high spirits were worn down in this upheaval, but in the end, no one benefited and they all ended up with mutual losses.
Jiang Yu touched Shen Jiuxu's face; it was icy cold, completely lacking the warmth he usually felt. A few grass shoots climbed upwards along his wrist; they were from the same lineage as Shen Jiuxu. The scattered green shoots brought hope to Jiang Yu's eyes, giving him a renewed sense of life.
The wooden sword was placed aside by Jiang Yu and wobbled slightly. Several startled birds on the distant mountain watched as the towering tree finally calmed down, shaking their heads and hesitating whether to fly up there to build their nests again.
Their sensitivity to danger seems to be an innate instinct of plants. The deep, dark green leaves, which are almost black, have lost their former allure and instead carry a sense of danger and eeriness.
The birdsong, sometimes short, sometimes long, traced lines in the air with its wings, and when it finally subsided, the tree was empty. As the sun set, the scattered birds and the silent, withered branches disappeared completely into the night.
Xiang Zhanyi ran over, took the person from Xi Chuang's arms and handed him over to Lian Chisu and Lu Buwen. Lian Chisu looked at Lian Quesheng's face and then used her hand to check his pulse. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
“I gave him the medicine.”
"You again—" Lu Buwen raised his hand and then lowered it again. Of course, he could see the feelings that Xi Chuang had for Lian Quesheng. With such a series of actions, even a monk who had lost his five senses and was indifferent to worldly desires would understand.
"Don't worry, it's medicine to make him forget all of this. Once... Master wakes up, he won't remember any of this." Xi Chuang never expected that what he had always hoped for and longed for would ultimately be given up by his own hands.
His deep longing for Lian Quesheng was ultimately erased by him, and his harsh words became nothing more than a mirage.
After saying this, Xi Chuang spat out another mouthful of blood. Xiang Zhanyi rushed forward, looked Xi Chuang up and down, and couldn't help but angrily rebuke him, "You've made yourself like this, and in the end, Lian Quesheng has forgotten about you. Is it worth it?"
“I don’t want him to remember my bad deeds. I look too pathetic.” Xi Chuang laughed self-deprecatingly. “It would be shameful for him to have such a pathetic disciple. I gave him my cultivation, so even if his spiritual veins are gone, he can still be the same as before.”
That was the Lian Quesheng that Xi Chuang wanted—the confident, high-spirited, and fearless Lian Quesheng who saved him, still full of arrogance even as a newcomer.
Lian Chisu stepped forward and met the gaze of the person behind the window. “Sect Leader Lian has disliked me for a long time, hasn’t she? Hearing this should make you very happy. But considering that I saved my master, it’s not too much to ask that you offer me incense during festivals in the future.”
"Do you really think you're so noble, so great and selfless? You love Quesheng and saved his life, does that mean you should just wipe the slate clean of what you owe Quesheng?" Lian Chisu drew her sword and plunged it into Xi Chuang's chest, her voice causing several people to turn around in unison.
"If it weren't for the poison you gave me, Quesheng would never have had any health problems."
"What—what did you say?" Ignoring the pain in his wound, Xi Chuang thought, "No wonder he always felt there was something strange in Lian Chisu's eyes, no wonder Lian Chisu wasn't surprised at all when she knew what kind of person I was." "When, I'll give it to you—"
"Only at the old friend's manor—you, you and Lu Buwen are those two..."
“Yes, you thought Buwen and I were dead, but we weren’t. Quesheng was in my belly at the time, and all the poison in my body was passed on to him. Xichuang, I laugh at you for not recognizing that this is the karma you planted yourself.”
Lian Chisu recognized him the moment she arrived at Bailuzhou, but she didn't expect that Xichuang had forgotten her and Lu Buwen.
His savior became his victim and was then forgotten.
"These are all things you owe Quesheng, am I wrong?"
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Author's note: I'm currently experiencing writer's block on the ending, and I really want to write a side story.
I'll write tons and tons of side stories!
Write a sweet and romantic side story!
Write a side story about savory ...
I really want to write a side story! I want to skip the ending and write a side story! [crying emoji]
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