Chapter 98
Chapter Summary: 〖"Ah!"〗
Until his hands and legs had no strength left, Wei Wuxian was overpowered by several fierce corpses...
-------------------------------------
〖"ah!"
Until his hands and legs had no strength left, Wei Wuxian was held tightly and bitten by several fierce corpses.
The pain emanating from his limbs and bones almost overwhelmed all his senses.
What followed was the despair of impending death.
Although the excision of his core a few days ago was also a pain that penetrated to the bone, he knew that Wen Qing would not harm him, and that his suffering was all for the sake of bringing hope to Jiang Cheng.
But now, he sees no hope.
Could it be... that he is really going to die here?
In a daze, Wei Wuxian seemed to hear a voice: "A-Xian, hold on, get out alive, I'll be waiting for you in Meishan."
"Senior sister..."
He murmured to himself, but his mind cleared for a moment.
Yes, my senior sister is still waiting for me and Jiang Cheng to go find him. If he's not there for her, she'll be so heartbroken.
He also wanted to drink the lotus root and pork rib soup that his senior sister had cooked herself.
"Wei Wuxian, didn't you say you were waiting for me in town? This place is full of Wen family members, so you'd better hurry up and come."
"Jiang Cheng..."
That's right, Jiang Cheng is still waiting for me. If I encounter another Golden Core Master, I won't have a second Golden Core to give him.
I haven't yet done what Uncle Jiang and Mrs. Yu asked me to do.
And... Lotus Pier.
There are still so many things left to do, how can I die here!
In an instant, Wei Wuxian struggled to his feet and pushed aside the fierce corpses that were tearing at him.
With that burst of strength, he broke free from the horde of corpses.
Perhaps the putrid stench of these fierce corpses had clung to him too much, for the horde of corpses behind him gradually slowed down.
But with the fog stretching ahead, where should he go?
A faint light pierced through the gap in the dark sky. Wei Wuxian swayed and struggled to maintain his balance as he stumbled and staggered toward a certain direction.
Not long after, his legs gave way, and he crashed heavily onto the wreckage on the ground.
He hadn't eaten for too long. Not to mention that he had just been beaten by the Wen family and fought with the fierce corpse while his injuries were still healing, he should have collapsed long ago if he had just been wandering aimlessly in the mass grave.
Looking around, all you see are faintly visible, moving corpses, broken limbs, and occasionally, flags and banners steeped in history.
In this place, where resentment lingers year after year and the land has been irrigated with blood for many years, even a single plant can hardly grow. What can one possibly find to eat?
Wei Wuxian paused to catch his breath, and once he had regained some strength, he managed to get up and continue walking forward.
At this moment, the people in the space did not breathe a sigh of relief because he did not eat anything from the mass grave.
Because at the very moment Wei Wuxian fell, several more people fainted from hunger.
Then it disappeared into space.
The remaining people had beads of cold sweat on their foreheads.
Now they dared not be arrogant, they only hoped that Wei Wuxian would spend as little time as possible in the Burial Mound.
Unfortunately, things were destined to go against our wishes.
As Wei Wuxian walked, he lost track of how long he had walked. He felt the faint light gradually weaken and the sky above him darken.
A cold wind blew by, and the surroundings suddenly became completely silent.
Although Wei Wuxian had no spiritual power, his keen senses remained. He immediately stopped in his tracks and looked around warily.
"Wei Wuxian..."
A voice calling his name drifted from the sky, carrying an alluring tone.
Wei Wuxian immediately raised his hands to cover his ears, but it was too late.
The sounds around him kept rising and falling, encircling him.
"Wei Wuxian..."
"Wei Wuxian..."
Wei Wuxian didn't even have time to open his eyes to see where the sounds were coming from; he only felt a sharp pain in his head as the sounds stirred his thoughts.
The surrounding yin energy instantly surged, and the previously thin resentment suddenly rushed in from all directions.
What's truly terrifying about this mass grave isn't the hordes of ferocious corpses, but rather the vengeful spirits that have accumulated over hundreds of years, imperceptible yet omnipresent.
"Come on! Come on! Wei Wuxian... you'll soon be one of us..."
"Stop struggling, give up... No one will save you..."
Give me your body...
"Wei Wuxian, come here..."
...
"Aaaaaah! Get away! All of you, get away from me!"
Wei Wuxian covered his ears tightly, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, surrounded by resentment.
Under the mental attack of the vengeful spirit, a scene he had been longing for seemed to appear before him:
Lotus Pier was just as beautiful and lively as it was before he returned from Qishan. He was in the lake competing with his junior brothers in swimming skills, and even ran to someone else's house to steal two lotus roots before diving back to his own boat.
The senior sister was smiling and calling to them from the side, her bamboo basket filled with pork rib and lotus root soup, which was still steaming hot.
Uncle Jiang patiently waited for them to eat at the table, but when Madam Yu saw his soaked clothes and the lotus root in his hand, she couldn't help but scold him again.
During evening lessons, he practiced swordsmanship with Jiang Cheng, and the casual clashes between his sword and Sandu produced pleasant, soft sounds.
In an instant, the scene changed.
"Kill them all without leaving a trace."
Under Wen Chao's orders, the beautiful patterns and buildings of Lotus Pier were stained with the blood of the Jiang family.
One by one, the junior disciples were pierced through by the swords of the Wen family cultivators and fell to the ground.
Uncle Jiang and Madam Yu died of exhaustion after their bodies were covered in blood.
Lotus Pier has become a tomb.
"Look at Wei Wuxian, look how much trouble you've brought to Lotus Pier."
"Yunmeng was destroyed because of you..."
"You brought death to your biological parents when you were young, and now you've brought death to your adoptive parents. You're a jinx..."
"Jiang Cheng must hate you to death, why would he still wait for you..."
"If your beloved senior sister knew all this, would she never speak to you again...?"
"What are you still living for? Come and become one of us..."
...
Countless vengeful spirits rushed towards Wei Wuxian, waiting for the moment he lost his mind to enter his body and take control of this physical form.
"Stop talking! Stop talking!"
Wei Wuxian covered his head tightly and curled up in a ball.
The vengeful spirit's voice pierced his deepest fears.
He was afraid that Jiang Cheng and his senior sister would distance themselves from him, afraid that Lotus Pier could not be rebuilt, and even more afraid...
It all started with him.
Under this fear, coupled with the vengeful spirits' attempts to seize him, Wei Wuxian's spirit teetered on the brink of collapse.
Under the influence of empathy, every member of the various immortal sects in the space had their inner demons stirred up.
Jin Ling felt as if he had been transported back to the moment he was born, witnessing firsthand the deaths of his parents at Qiongqi Path and Nightless City. He burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, "No! No! Mother! Father! Don't leave me!"
Nie Huaisang seemed to see his elder brother chasing Jin Guangyao with Baxia in hand, only to have his body explode and die. He couldn't help but cry out, "Brother! Brother!"
When Lan Xichen saw Jin Guangyao lower his stance but was still being bullied and humiliated, his heart tightened. In the next instant, he saw Nie Mingjue raising Baxia to strike A-Yao. Lan Xichen hurriedly raised his sword to block, but watched helplessly as Baxia pierced through the crescent moon, blood spurting out: "A-Yao!"
Jin Guangyao was transported back to that night at the Guanyin Temple. He wanted to call out to Lan Xichen, but before he could speak, the person with his back to him drew his sword and thrust it towards his chest, his eyes filled with a coldness he had never seen before: "Second Brother..."
"Sect Master Jin, there's no need to call him 'Second Brother' anymore."
Jiang Cheng once again experienced the tragic destruction of the Jiang Clan. A voice echoed in his ears, saying that if Wei Wuxian hadn't given him his golden core, how could he have surpassed him, and how could he possess such pure and abundant spiritual power? Given this debt of gratitude for exchanging his core, how could he have the right to attack Wei Wuxian? Torn by this mental anguish, Jiang Cheng felt as if his soul was about to perish.
Lan Wangji was in excellent spirits, holding on a little longer than others. He held the still unconscious Wei Wuxian in his arms, and in his dazed state, he seemed to see every moment Wei Wuxian was injured, scolded, and criticized behind his back—whether it was the discipline whip, Zidian, the branding iron, or the removal of his golden core. He felt the pain in his heart grow ever clearer. He involuntarily tightened his arms around him; there was nothing he could do but hold the person in his arms tighter.
The space was in chaos, and the once well-dressed immortal sects were all in a sorry state.
The pain of illusion can cause sadness, suffering, resentment, and even madness.
In a space where spiritual power cannot be used, everyone is just like Wei Wuxian back then; if they want to live, they can only rely on themselves.
It wasn't until a cultivator, under the influence of his inner demons, drew his sword and plunged it into his own chest, blood splattering everywhere, that the people around him, for a fleeting moment of clarity, realized the gravity of the situation.
If one falls into the trap of inner demons, one will perish both physically and mentally.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
