Chapter 61 Lifesaving Techniques (Supplement to Update 15th) So someone has to...
"ah?"
The flower bud looked puzzled, not understanding what he was saying. They knew each word individually, but why couldn't they understand it when they put them together?
"Flirting with other women?"
Lian Quesheng nodded and gave them a long lecture, but the flower buds were so dizzy that they had no idea what the man in front of them was saying.
The flower buds drooped dejectedly, closing their petals tightly, as if a person had covered their ears.
"By the way, have you seen Shen Jiuxu?"
Lian Quesheng's mouth was dry from talking, and he finally remembered the important matter. He was startled and asked, "Hasn't he come out yet?"
"...Mmm mmm mmm mmm."
The flower buds nodded one after another, talking to Lian Quesheng, hoping he would leave quickly and stop tormenting them here.
Lian Quesheng sensed something was wrong and rushed in, just in time to see Shen Jiuxu slumped in Jiang Yu's arms. Jiang Yu, who had been as cold as ice, was touching Shen Jiuxu's face with his right hand, his eyes filled with tenderness. The two looked at each other, leaving Lian Quesheng speechless with astonishment.
Weren't they so aggressive just now?
What happened? In just a short while, what exactly did Shen Jiuxu say? It was so effective!
"cough--"
"Do you remember now?" Seeing that there was no one else in the cave, Lian Quesheng figured that Ye Zishan must have left with someone else, so he didn't hold back and asked them directly, "So what exactly happened three years ago?"
Neither of them spoke, but a trace of sadness flashed in their eyes, causing Lian Quesheng to stare at them for a while. Finally, he scratched his head helplessly, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears. "Hmm, what happened?"
Jiang Yu stretched out his hand, and Xian Chen flew into his palm. He slowly said, "Back then, they asked me what the name of this sword was."
The sword remained obediently still, which made Lian Quesheng feel that this was not the sword he had fought hundreds of times with. The originally silvery and bright blade became dull after staring at it for a long time. He suddenly remembered that afternoon after the sect competition.
Jiang Yu, who had just defeated him, was dressed in black. The heat from his sweat made his face flushed, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. Lian Quesheng stood there dumbfounded, staring at the sword in Jiang Yu's hand that gleamed in the sunlight. The more he looked at his own sword, the more displeased he became.
He just stared blankly at Jiang Yu and the sword in his hand, completely unconcerned that he had lost the match, while those who had placed bets were crying out in despair.
It wasn't until later, when he saw the people below opening and closing their mouths, uttering words, that he finally heard the question that had been on his mind for a long time: What is the name of this sword?
A good sword must be given a good name. This is Lian Quesheng's principle. For this reason, he racked his brains to give all his magical treasures names, such as "Snatching Light" and "Covering the Sun," all of which were domineering names.
His heart trembled rapidly, waiting to hear a name from Jiang Yu that would satisfy him. But then he saw the handsome young man in black smile at the sword in his hand and say, "The sword's name is Xian Chen."
Xian Chen.
He silently repeated it to himself several times, feeling that the name was not in line with the domineering spirit of a sword. In the years that followed, he never called it that name because he felt awkward. Instead, he referred to it as "Jiang Yu's sword" every day.
"The sword of Xianchen is pure and can help people remove the demons in their hearts and stabilize their cultivation."
This was the first time Lian Quesheng had heard such a statement from Jiang Yu. He had never imagined that Xian Chen could have such a use. He couldn't help but look at the sword again, thinking that if it had a tail, it would probably be sticking up to the sky.
"It can even save lives."
As dusk fell, Dianxing and several other disciples stood guard outside. Seeing that there was no major commotion, they didn't pay much attention. They had been guarding for several days, and their heads were nodding as they grew drowsy.
The pain started at that moment.
Like a sudden tide, wave after wave surged up, waking people from their dreams.
Those who had been suffering for several days, who hadn't slept well at night, and who had been frightened during the day, all felt the same pain in that instant, as if they were being pricked by countless needles, or as if thousands of kilograms of bronze objects were repeatedly crushing their bodies.
The pain was so intense that people gritted their teeth, wishing they could grind their flesh and blood to shreds and get rid of it all so they wouldn't have to suffer like this anymore.
"I am a human being, a human being, not an animal. I cannot kill, I cannot kill, I cannot..."
A young woman, biting a handkerchief, looked as if she had been pulled from the water, her body drenched in sweat from the pain, her clothes completely soaked. Strands of her hair clung to her face, making her look quite disheveled.
She sat with another woman, back to back, avoiding eye contact, but their trembling bodies betrayed their emotions completely.
Beside the two was a wooden stick about the thickness of an arm, its thorns still attached. The sharp tip caught the eye of everyone, and those who wanted to attack hesitated for a moment. The woman's soft murmur was like the sound of a wooden fish drum suddenly coming from outside while one was asleep, keeping them awake.
Tang Ling, sitting at the farthest point, smiled as he looked at the group of inhuman and ghostly figures. His extra eyes had turned a deep green, like will-o'-the-wisps in a forest.
He deliberately stood up, turned around in front of everyone to show them his perfectly intact body, and even punched himself twice before leisurely lying back down.
The drastically different bodies once again struck people's hearts like the distant tolling of a temple bell, making choice the most important thought at that moment.
"I...I really can't do it!"
"It hurts, it really hurts, ahhh!" The excruciating pain made several people bang their heads against the tree. If only they could pass out from the pain.
"Father, Mother, why don't you just kill me? Killing me will stop the pain."
The group hugged each other and cried, but the physical pain did not stop them; in fact, it became even more severe.
Blood flowed from their mouths and ears, like water melting in spring, yet they could not die. They could only watch helplessly as their bodies were stained red with blood, dried by the wind and scabbed over, repeating the cycle endlessly.
"What are you yelling for! What are you yelling for!"
The man roared angrily, pulling out a stone from who-knows-where. He walked through the crowd until he saw a child who only reached his knees. His anger suddenly reached its peak, and he grabbed the child's collar, smashing the stone hard against the child's head.
"ah--"
The scream woke Dianxing. His right eye twitched incessantly. He quickly grabbed the sword beside him and ran over, but by the time he arrived, it was too late.
The boy lay in a pool of blood, while the man next to him laughed non-stop, saying, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore."
"It doesn't hurt anymore, hahaha."
"Go try it, it doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore!" The man grabbed at the people around him like a madman, even handing them the blood-stained stone in his hand. "Go ahead and hit them! There are so many people here, go ahead and hit them, do it!"
"Go ahead and do it!"
The person he was forcibly dragging screamed, "No!"
The man then hurled the stone again, this time heavily onto the elderly couple beside them. A hint of pleasure flickered in his eyes as he watched the bright red blood pool on the ground. He brought his face close to the man's, asking, "Does it not hurt anymore? Does it? Say something! Does it not hurt anymore?"
The scene was chaotic.
His actions were like a fuse, completely igniting the last veil of shame on people's faces and exposing all the filth and depravity in their hearts.
People have reached a point where they don't care about what others think, or even worse, they can't care about so much anymore. They've started to think that there are too few people with this disease. What if they don't kill anyone when the pain comes back next time?
So, the group ran out and started biting the innocent people they caught. After biting one person, they would run to another and continue the action. Their four eyes played a crucial role at this moment, allowing them to accurately locate each person.
"Where is the calming talisman?"
Dianxing was furious. He took out the talismans Lian Quesheng had given him and started scattering them everywhere, sticking one on each person. But that wasn't enough. Wave after wave of people went crazy, nibbling and biting at each other, and then fighting each other. Blood flowed like a river.
Those eyes appeared endlessly on people's faces, like a net woven, covering the sky above this place. No one could get out, and no one dared to break through it.
Suddenly, a beam of light shot straight into the sky.
Like a spring breeze sweeping across a frozen land, the silvery light shone equally on everyone, carrying a chilling cold that froze their bodies on the ground, rendering them unable to move.
"Young Master Jiang."
Dianxing's voice was tinged with a sob. He was truly at his wit's end. In the chaos, some disciples had already been bitten, and they had become incredibly strong. Those who had completely lost their minds were not afraid of swords at all.
He didn't know what to do.
Xian Chen's presence suspended in mid-air brought a sense of calm back to those people. They were as if they had just woken up from a deep dream, looking at the surrounding environment littered with corpses, and dared not think about what had happened.
Lian Quesheng took a breath and slowly exhaled. He stared at the scene in front of him, his heart filled with complete panic.
Jiang Yu's body swayed precariously, and Shen Jiuxu stood behind him. From the direction of those people, there was a small distance between the two of them. Jiang Yu looked like a high and mighty savior, spotless.
But only Lian Quesheng, who was standing behind the two, knew that Jiang Yu wouldn't last long. Several branches emerged from Shen Jiuxu's sleeve and were pressing against Jiang Yu's waist.
Behind the seemingly resolute stance of one person, it is actually the swaying flower buds and branches that are supporting them. Both of them are in bad shape, but standing on high ground, the distance blurs their almost transparent faces and pale, bloodless lips.
"Since Xian Chen is injured, it will be difficult to perform any life-saving techniques. We can only temporarily stop their condition from deteriorating and barely keep them alive."
Jiang Yu sat in the cave, his five fingers tightly clasped with Shen Jiuxu's. Looking into Lian Quesheng's eyes, he said earnestly, word by word, "Unless you ascend to heaven and use the power of heavenly lightning to help Xian Chen recover, this disease is incurable and will only spread, causing the world to suffer and be filled with lamentations."
"Therefore, someone must ascend immediately."
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Author's Note: This chapter is a make-up for the update on the 15th. Tomorrow's update will be during the day; I'll post it as soon as I finish writing it. I'll see if I can make up for the update on the 16th by then. I'll try my best. [procrastinating]
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