Each disciple of a sect has a life tablet.
The piece that belonged to Gu Wuzhuo is still hanging in Master Fang Chong's room.
His master told him that Gu Wuzhuo was born with a sword-like spirit and would surely achieve great things in the future.
Unfortunately, not long after Gu Wuzhuo entered the Dingtian Sect, he bid farewell to everyone in the sect and went to the Northern Region for training.
This process took three to four hundred years.
Fang Chong came later; if Gu Wuzhuo hadn't stayed away for so long, he wouldn't have been called the direct disciple of the Dingtian Sect.
He was also well aware that he was not his master's eldest disciple.
As long as Gu Wuzhuo's life tablet remains intact, he will always be Gu Wuzhuo's junior brother.
Before coming to the Northern Region, his master had a long talk with him.
'If you find him, see if he's alright. If he is, I won't blame him for not returning.'
'If...if I can't see him, then so be it.'
Fang Chong knew that Gu Wuzhuo was a thorn in his master's side.
Such innate swordsmanship is a rare find, and before he could fully impart his knowledge, Gu Wuzhuo vanished from the world.
After arriving in the Northern Region, he inquired about Gu Wuzhuo.
Unfortunately, the Northern Secret Realm opened too quickly. Before he could find out anything, he had to enter the secret realm to complete another task that his master had instructed him to do.
Gu Wuzhuo, whom the entire Dingtian Sect had been searching for, was now lying right in front of him.
Fang Chong looked at him, his lips trembling, and after a long while he finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "Senior Brother Wuzhuo, Master misses you very much."
Gu Wuzhuo twitched the corner of his lips upon hearing this.
He struggled to get up, but having just emerged from his cocoon, he was weak and boneless, unable to even move his wings.
"Me—!!!"
Just as Gu Wuzhuo was about to say something more, he suddenly let out a sharp scream.
Unlike the roars that humans can produce.
The shrill scream sounded more like something that only certain animals could make.
Soon, Sheng Ning and the other two saw Gu Wuzhuo, who had been lying perfectly fine on the ground, suddenly start rolling around on the ground.
He tried to touch the painful parts of his body.
But his feet were also weak, and he could only twitch them slightly, unable to perform even normal movements.
Upon seeing this, Fang Chong was immediately thrown into a state of confusion.
He reached out his hand, ignoring Gu Wuzhuo's soft body that seemed about to melt away, and spoke anxiously.
"Senior Brother Wuzhuo, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
As he spoke, he thought of Lu Jingshen, who had come along with him.
With red-rimmed eyes, the gentle and polite man looked up and shed tears in front of Lu Jingshen, "Fellow Daoist Lu, please help my senior brother take a look."
"Look at him, what's wrong? How did he become like this?"
Gu Wuzhuo continued to emit sharp roars.
As soon as Lu Jingshen stepped forward, he heard him whimper in agony, "Kill me...kill me—"
How could Fang Chong possibly kill the person his master had been waiting for?
His gaze remained fixed on Lu Jingshen, his eyes pleading as he looked at the latter.
"This is a painkiller pill; I don't know if it will work."
As a cultivator specializing in alchemy, Lu Jingshen had never seen such a despicable method as turning a cultivator into a moth.
This was also the first time he had given a elixir to a mutated cultivator.
Shortly after he put the pill into the other person's mouth, Gu Wuzhuo's roar finally subsided a lot.
"Senior Brother Wuzhuo, how are you feeling? Let's go back, Master will definitely have a way to save you!"
Gu Wuzhuo's already cloudy eyes became even more cloudy after that roar.
Like the compound eyes of a butterfly, he blinked his turbid eyes and said the same thing again, "Kill me, I don't want to become a monster."
Gu Wuzhuo was born with a sword-like spirit and lived a smooth and successful life, making him the pride of his parents, master, and the entire sect.
If he had never come to the Northern Region...
If he hadn't entered the Northern Secret Realm...
"ah--!!!"
"Kill me, please! Kill me!!!"
Painful expressions filled Gu Wuzhuo's contorted face.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the longsword Fang Chong had dropped on the ground.
Despite his body still being incredibly limp, he tried to extend his oddly shaped foot, attempting to grab the longsword and commit suicide.
When Fang Chong noticed his movement, he had already touched the hilt of the sword, just one step away from success.
A flicker of fear crossed Fang Chong's face, and he quickly tossed the longsword aside. "Senior Brother Wuzhuo, you can't..."
"You can kill me, and I won't blame you—"
“I am a monster, I have become a monster. Even if you don’t kill me, one day I will… I will commit suicide.”
"I have no face to see my master, no face to the sect... Please, kill me, it hurts so much..."
If someone who knew Gu Wuzhuo were present at this moment, they would surely be shocked by his disheveled appearance.
Back then, Gu Wuzhuo was full of vigor and was admired by everyone wherever he went.
But now he was worse than a drowning dog, with a strange body, begging the person in front of him in a humble tone to kill him.
When Fang Chong heard him cry out in pain, he instinctively reached for Lu Jingshen.
When Lu Jingshen brought the pill to Gu Wuzhuo's lips, the latter, with a strength he didn't know he had, slapped the pill away from his hand.
Gu Wuzhuo's eyes remained fixed on Fang Chong, tears streaming down his cloudy face.
"Senior brother doesn't blame you. Killing me wasn't harming me, but helping me."
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