Chapter 183
Nan Yan took a deep breath, held his hand, and shook her head at him, "Don't... don't save me, I want this child... Jing Wuyan, I beg you."
Jing Wuyan grabbed her fingers with his backhand, tears fell from his eyes again and fell on her face, "Yanyan, I'm sorry, I'm useless, I'm a mess, I have no way, I can't save it..."
He couldn't save his own child, his first child. He didn't even have the time to look at it. It was already four months old and he didn't even know it existed. He was such an incompetent father. Not only did he not protect it for a single day, he even bullied its mother every time they met.
He had clearly felt it just now. In his sea of consciousness, he vaguely saw the two small black horns on its head. It was the same as when he transformed. His child had a pair of small black horns just like him.
But……
I'm sorry, Yanyan...
He regretted so much that he wanted to kill himself, but the child, the child that belonged to them both, had completely disappeared. Jing Wuyan's chest was filled with pain and anger.
Hearing what he said, Nan Yan's eyes were filled with tears. Perhaps she knew that the baby in her belly was gradually disappearing, and she also knew that it could not be saved, but she just refused to give up. She tried hard and hard to grab his clothes, her eyes filled with tears and pleading, "Please... I beg you..."
"You can definitely do it... You're so powerful, anything is fine. As long as you can save my child and you want me, anything is fine..."
"I won't lose my temper with you anymore... I will be honest and won't make so many demands... I won't make things difficult for you anymore."
"I don't want it to leave me..."
"I beg you... okay?"
Jing Wuyan listened and felt a pain in his heart. It was his fault. Don't say such things. She was his wife. She could do whatever she wanted. As her husband, he should pamper and protect her all his life.
Jing Wuyan hurriedly explained, "Yan, Yanyan..."
However, he was so frightened by the person in his arms that his whole body was shaking. He only saw Yanyan's lips slightly opened, and as soon as she opened her mouth, a large amount of blood gushed out. The bright red bloodstains made Jing Wuyan's eyes turn red with fear.
The blood was vomited more and more.
The man, filled with fear and pain, suddenly woke up.
Jing Wuyan looked at her lifeless appearance and suddenly felt an endless panic in his heart.
He frantically held her cheek and pressed it against his chest, hastily saying, "Okay, I promise, I will save it, I will definitely save it... Yanyan, hold on, okay? You must hold on, I will save you now!"
He only said this to keep her going. He had already lost their child and couldn't lose her again. He would go crazy and really would have a complete breakdown.
Jing Wuyan carefully protected her head, and while coaxing her, he began to decompose his own vitality with a secret method. It continuously poured into Nan Yan, whose face was already as pale as paper, in his arms. After a while, cold sweat broke out on Jing Wuyan's forehead.
But these vitality only lasted for a short period of time. In the end, her body seemed to resist his magic power, and his magic was useless to her.
Jing Wuyan's eyes were red, and he wiped the blood from her lips with trembling fingers, begging and calling her name over and over again.
"Yan Yan... don't resist me..."
He begged her not to give up, begged her to hold on, begged her not to die, please don't die, he would definitely find a way to save her.
But Nan Yan seemed to have realized that what he said was all lies to coax her. She lowered her head to look at the wound on her abdomen again, and touched it with trembling fingers. Bright red blood flowed out from between her fingers. All the wonderful feelings she had before were gone, and the smell of blood filled the air.
Nan Yan turned her face away in pain, as if the shock she suffered was too great and her tears were about to dry up.
She raised her eyes and looked into the distance. Her vision became blurry uncontrollably. She tried to open her eyes and pointed her finger at her senior brother who was fighting with someone not far away. She muttered, "Senior brother... I want my senior brother. He will help me. He has been able to help me solve anything since I was a child. He can definitely save my child..."
No matter how powerful her senior brother is, he can't save the situation. But at the moment, her obsession with her senior brother is just an obsession in her memory. After all, in the eyes of this little junior sister, her senior brother has always been omnipotent.
On the other side, Feng Jixue seemed to sense something. He suddenly turned around and saw his junior sister lying in Jing Wuyanhuai not far away. The ground was covered with blood. For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating and his pupils constricted, but when he realized it was not an hallucination.
He staggered and lost his balance. Someone hit him on the shoulder. He was shaking all over as if his bones were broken. Half of his body was covered in blood. His once dust-free and plain robes were now covered in blood.
But the pain in my shoulder was not even a bit less than the pain in my chest.
He just felt as if a piece of his heart had been dug out by someone, causing him to feel so painful that his flesh and blood were blurred.
At that moment, Feng Jixue no longer cared about anything. He didn't want any secret treasures or elixirs. He only wanted his little junior sister, only his Yanyan.
He stumbled towards the little sister covered in blood, but somehow, at that moment he even forgot that he was a cultivator. It seemed that he could not even use his spiritual power, and could only act like an ordinary person.
He saw the finger that was trying to reach out to him, the fingertip was pale but stained with bright red blood.
It seemed as if something was constantly falling from Feng Jixue's eyes. He couldn't control his emotions at all. In shock, he almost fell in front of her.
Jing Wuyan, who was beside her, had no idea what she was saying in the end. He only heard her voice getting smaller and smaller. He saw her trying to reach out to the other person, as if she was using up all her strength, but she couldn't touch him.
Finally, Jing Wuyan heard it clearly.
He heard her calling her senior brother's name. She tried to open her eyes, wanting to see Feng Jixue rushing towards her, but she couldn't open her eyes. Finally, she only said one sentence,
"Brother, take me home..."
"Yan Yan, I'm here! Senior brother is here!"
Feng Jixue burst into tears at that moment. He staggered and fell heavily in front of her. Subconsciously, he reached out to hold the fingertips extended by his junior sister.
But there was just a tiny moment of time, when he stretched out his hand with great difficulty and was finally about to touch her, the slender and pale finger finally fell down powerlessly.
She looked towards him and saw that her good senior brother was covered in blood, his headband was broken, his black hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in bloodstains and wounds. He stumbled towards her at last.
Nan Yan's eyes sparkled again. She looked at him one last time and whispered his name in a hoarse voice, "Brother, save my..."
She didn't finish her words, and her hands just rubbed his fingertips. Feng Jixue felt the slightly cool temperature. Just a little bit, just a little bit of time, and he would be able to hold her, he would be able to hold his little junior sister.
But he didn't have time to hold it.
Feng Jixue's knees went weak and he fell heavily to the ground, causing him to tremble in pain all over.
"Yanyan, I'll help you. I can help you with anything!"
"Listen to me, hold on, you must hold on."
But she didn't hear these words in the end.
Feng Jixue saw her eyelashes finally droop, casting a shadow on her pale eyelids. The blood on her lips hurt his eyes. He saw the wound on her abdomen, such a deep wound, and the large bloodstain on her skirt.
"don't want......"
At that moment, Feng Jixue was really about to collapse.
She was clearly still alive and kicking in front of him the day before, telling him that the baby had been very well behaved recently, not making a fuss or causing any trouble for the little junior sister. Why did she become like this in the blink of an eye?
Her finger was still pointing in his direction, but she could no longer hear his voice. He didn't even have the time to say the last words to her, nor did he hear her call him "senior brother".
…
His junior sister died.
She died in such a confused manner...
At this moment, Feng Jixue was in a state of collapse. He seemed to hear the sound of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting. Under the heavy blows, he could no longer hold back. His chest suddenly felt a sharp pain and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Yan Yan..."
He raised his hand and pushed Jing Wuyan away, then hugged his little junior sister into his arms in despair and collapse. He cried and begged, his tears seemed to have broken and he could no longer hold them back. "Yan Yan, can you please get up and look at me? Senior brother is here, senior brother is here to see you! Yan Yan, it's all my fault, I'm useless, I failed to protect you..."
"I'll take you home and help you save the child. Please don't die, okay? Yanyan, open your eyes and look at me, okay?"
"Look at me, I'm your senior..."
"Please, Yanyan..."
After begging countless times and no response from the person in his arms, Feng Jixue was sure that the person in his arms had really left him. He hugged her, carefully holding her head against his chest, and took her away from here.
The moment Jing Wuyan, who was behind him, watched him take Yanyan away, he wanted to rush over and snatch her back, but the endless pain and sorrow overwhelmed him, causing him to have a splitting headache, and finally he howled and screamed out of control.
"ah--"
The wandering cultivators hiding nearby felt a chill down their spines when they heard the mournful sound.
They could vaguely hear a clear and sad dragon roar from the howling, but after a moment, the sky around them, which had been clear before, suddenly became chaotic and gloomy.
There were lightning and thunder in the sky and dark clouds rolling. A huge sense of oppression came from the sky and poured down into the entire secret realm, bringing with it some kind of divine power that could destroy the world. No one knew what had affected this secret realm, but the mountains not far away began to collapse and tear apart, and a crack seemed to appear above the clouds.
Jing Wuyan's body spasmed uncontrollably in pain, a layer of black and gold scales appeared on his neck, and a hint of golden light leaked from his eyes.
When he completely collapsed, he suddenly heard a vague and intangible voice in his mind. It resounded in his mind, as if it had penetrated into his sea of consciousness.
That voice told him that it was a price.
...Yes, at what price?
This is the price you pay for reversing reincarnation and doing the opposite, and this is the backlash.
Jing Wuyan immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. He covered his aching head with trembling fingers and fell to the ground. He vaguely recalled that in his previous life, when he had resorted to all means and wasted his soul power to forcibly help Lin Qingshuang to be reborn, there was an ethereal voice in his mind warning:
Tell him that heaven has its own laws and rules for natural growth of all things in the world. God has mercy on him and has already given him a glimmer of hope. If he forcibly reverses the cycle of reincarnation, the final price must be borne by himself.
Jing Wuyan finally understood that perhaps that was a warning from God a long time ago, but he did not listen at that time, so all this happened.
He was wrong, he was really wrong...
Jing Wuyan's eyes were blurred with tears, but why didn't the price fall on him? It was clearly his fault and he deserved to die, so why didn't he have to bear the price himself?
He would rather be sealed to death if his wife had to bear the pain for him.
Jing Wuyan, who once did not believe in God or Buddha, now knelt down at the edge of the sky as if begging. This broke his straight back and destroyed all his dignity and pride.
With a "thump", his knees fell heavily to the ground.
He knelt on the ground, prostrating himself, and kowtowed hard. His eyes were red and his throat was hoarse. He begged the sky that was high and illusory. His forehead hit the ground, breaking his skin and leaving bright red blood. His face was covered with mud.
...I beg God, please have mercy on my wife and children who are young and innocent, and give them a way out. Disciple Jing Wuyan knows he was wrong, he shouldn't have acted recklessly and reversed the cycle of reincarnation.
I wish to give up all my life's cultivation, be sealed and suppressed at the bottom of Lei Ze Lake for eternity, and never come out again. All sins will be borne by me alone.
I just beg you, who can come and save my wife and children?
All for you...
It doesn't matter what you want, just take it all. I'll give you all the dragon tendons and bones. It's okay to share my flesh and blood. I only ask you to save my wife and children.
A sorrowful cry of weeping blood came out from the hoarse throat.
There was a clot of blood in his mouth, and the sticky blood flowed from his forehead, gradually blurring his vision. He begged for a whole day and night, praying to God for mercy, but God paid no attention.
After begging for help, Jing Wuyan finally lost all hope. He sat on the ground with his body stiff and looking at the bloodstains all over the ground. The blood had seeped into the soil. It was the blood of his children and his wife.
He just stared at it, his fingers unconsciously digging into the soil...
Jing Wuyan finally closed his eyes, in despair. Alas, since God was unwilling to show mercy, he could only avenge his wife and children first, and then go down to accompany her.
Otherwise she would get impatient while waiting on the road and lose her temper again.
Jing Wuyan used his aura to forcibly lock onto Lin Qingshuang who was waiting at the entrance to the secret realm. She disguised herself as an ordinary cultivator and mingled among the crowd. She was originally waiting for the entrance to the secret realm to open. As long as the entrance opened, she could leave smoothly. However, she never expected that when she was about to go out, her spiritual power was suddenly forcibly locked onto by someone.
Lin Qingshuang knew who had locked her up, and she felt a little uneasy in her heart, but she didn't know why, at that moment, when that palm hit her, the shackles that had been binding her heart were finally broken.
She just felt her whole body suddenly relax, and all the pressure in her body disappeared.
She no longer cared about what happened next. She just wanted to hide for a while. No matter how much Jing Wuyan cared about that woman, he would always leave some leeway for her. As long as she hid long enough, then no matter how great her resentment and unwillingness were, they would eventually dissipate.
After all, she wasn't the one who killed Su Nanyan completely. She just hit her with a palm. Wasn't it the sword that Jing Wuyan struck at her that really killed her?
It was not until she was controlled by someone and unable to move, with an unprecedented pressure overwhelming her head, that Lin Qingshuang finally felt the fear.
The breath of death enveloped her whole body, approaching her little by little. The feeling was like a criminal waiting to be executed unceremoniously, watching the knife cut into her flesh again and again, and she was completely powerless to resist.
No! No...
She didn't want to die like this! She had finally lived a new life, how could she die in such an unclear way?
But that man was crazy, he was really completely crazy!
She was just a female cultivator with whom he had practiced cultivation. If he really cared about Su Nanyan so much, why did he separate from her? Why did he defend her in front of her again and again? Wasn't it because he gave her the courage to test the bottom line that she dared to take action?
Lin Qingshuang's whole body was controlled and she couldn't move. She threatened him at first, using his long-standing purpose as a threat, but Jing Wuyan, who had fallen into madness, completely lost his mind, and the threat had no effect on him at all.
In the end, feeling the chilling murderous intent and devastating pain, Lin Qingshuang struggled and let out sharp cries. She had no choice but to bow her head and compromise, and began to beg for mercy, asking him to spare her life. She would be obedient and help him achieve his ultimate goal, and would never dare to do anything wrong again.
But it's too late...
Jing Wuyan did not let her die immediately. It would have been a good thing for her to die quickly. He destroyed all her cultivation, shattered her golden elixir, and then shattered her soul with a single blow.
Let her also feel the pain that Yanyan felt when her soul was shattered by her palm, and finally she was thrown into the depths of the jungle in a state of neither human nor ghost.
Her rebirth and her vitality were gained at the cost of the lives of his wife and children. No wonder... No wonder Yanyan has been extremely uneasy since she became pregnant. She cares so much about Lin Qingshuang and is always emotionally unstable when facing her. She was so determined to keep him away from her.
Was it because he had a premonition, or was it because his child had already given him a warning?
If he had cared more about her and been more tolerant and considerate at that time, would all this have happened?
He deserves to die, he really deserves to die...
It was clearly destined from the beginning that he exchanged the lives of his wife and children for Lin Qingshuang's rebirth. The price was so heavy and painful that he could not bear it.
After he had tortured Lin Qingshuang enough, it was time for him to go and accompany his wife and children. His wide sleeves fell, and Jingwu extended his hand and picked up the blood-stained Qiankun bracelet, which was the bracelet that brought them together in the first place... He had done so many things to bully her, and none of the promises he had made had been fulfilled. They had missed out on so many misunderstandings.
Jing Wuyan's soul trembled violently, and the spiritual power in his body slowly decomposed and dissipated. His whole body was like a cold and temperatureless jade sculpture. The sound of flesh and blood shattering could be heard all over his body, and his black robe was also stained with blood. Until finally, his skin and flesh completely decomposed and disappeared inch by inch, and his soul power dissipated.
...He is going to find his little Taoist partner.
Ahem... that hot-tempered little wife, will she forgive him this time? She also... ahem, will she think that his craftsmanship is not good enough and that he won't braid her a beautiful little braid?
Yanyan...
Under the impact of the huge dragon meteor, the secret realm began to collapse uncontrollably. The Hongmeng Secret Realm was originally a small fragment of the Qingyou Divine Realm.
At that time, Lord Qingyou accidentally exposed his identity as a member of the dragon clan. Because the blue dragon bloodline was too rare and precious, it attracted the covetousness of countless monks from the upper realms.
In the final melee, a corner of the Qingyou Divine Realm was torn apart, Jing Wuyan was seriously injured, and was suppressed and sealed at the bottom of the Lei Ze Lake by everyone. Deep at the bottom of the lake was red flame lava.
He needs to find someone with special spiritual roots and practice special techniques to help him remove the seal.
Later, his soul was divided into two, one half was suppressed at the bottom of the lake along with his body, and the other half of his soul condensed into a body and attached to the Qiankun bracelet and came to the underworld. However, because he had lost too much divine power, he slowly fell into a deep sleep and slept for hundreds of years.
Until one day, he was awakened by the blood of a little girl... He began to think about lifting the seal, and for this, he consumed a lot of his soul power, not only to lift the seal, but also to take revenge on those monks who had coveted his tendons, blood and flesh in the past. But now, nothing mattered, and he was willing to fall into a deep sleep.
…
As the secret realm collapsed, the cracks at the entrance also opened. The monks no longer cared about fighting, and rushed madly towards the exit of the secret realm.
The legendary Hongmeng Secret Realm was truly bizarre. Who could have expected that a fragment of the divine world could actually hear the sound of a dragon's roar? Could it be that they fought too hard this time and angered the dragon? In the end, even the secret realm began to collapse?
However, haven't dragons long been extinct? I heard that they have disappeared even in the upper world, so when did they find traces of dragons in the lower world?
The crowd had no time to think and could only hope that the spiritual power in their bodies could circulate faster and faster. Although the harvest in this secret realm was quite rich, there were also countless casualties, and almost two-thirds of the disciples of the independent cultivators died.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the bloodstained hem of his clothes covered the grass. He staggered forward, Feng Jixue's jade crown was broken, his body was covered in scars, and his long black hair was stained with dried and solidified blood and scattered on his shoulders. The light in his eyes was extinguished inch by inch, and in the end, he was heartbroken, holding the person in his arms tightly in his hands, and finally brought his little sister back to the sect.
On the day they returned to the sect, many fellow disciples were extremely shocked, especially when they saw the eldest senior brother carrying the already dead younger sister back to the courtyard. They were so miserable that they didn't even dare to get close to the two of them. What terrible thing happened in the secret realm? How did the eldest senior brother become like that?
And their little junior sister, who used to be so cheerful and cheerful, smiling at everyone, how could she be so lifeless now?
It was not until later that they learned from other disciples who had gone to the secret realm together that the younger sister had died because her soul was shattered by a palm strike from the eldest sister.
They were silent for a while, not knowing what to say.
What kind of hatred is this... Even if the younger sister was a little willful, the older sister was so cruel that she didn't care about the friendship of fellow disciples and ambushed and killed her fellow disciples on the spot in the secret realm.
After that, the eldest senior brother entered the courtyard and never came out again.
He carefully cleaned the blood off his junior sister's body, brushed away the loose hair on her cheeks with his flawless fingers, and skillfully and gently braided her hair into two beautiful little braids.
Two light yellow headbands were firmly tied on the braid, making her look lively and playful. The eldest senior brother touched the soft hair on the younger sister's head, gently kissed her on the forehead, and then took his younger sister to the extremely dark place in the northwest.
Before leaving, he went to the sect's small pavilion and found his junior sister's soul lamp. The soul lamp was protected in a transparent barrier and only a tiny spark was left. No one knew how he managed to keep it steady; it only emitted a tiny bit of faint light.
He would always be able to find her. Even if she was just a dead soul with no consciousness left, he could still go to the darkest place and slowly bring her back.
He has raised her for so many years. He raised her when she was still a lawless and naughty little girl and watched her grow up.
When she first held the long sword unsteadily, he held her soft fingers and directed her every move. He was still very fierce at that time, and was very serious and rigorous in doing things, especially when teaching his junior brothers and sisters. So when she first learned sword, he scolded the unserious little girl with a stern face, and the girl's eyes were red.
His mouth was pouting, he looked extremely aggrieved and had a tearful look on his face.
Later, the girl became attached to him. She knew that he was cold but refused to compromise. She amused herself and deliberately competed with him. She wandered around his mountain, was chased and bitten by snow wolves, and pecked by fairy cranes. Every time she was injured, she would throw herself into his arms, crying anxiously, "Senior Brother, help me..."
What a lawless little girl.
But unfortunately, he was so annoyed by her that he couldn't lose his temper.
Tears rolled down the eldest senior brother's eyes, and he buried his head in the slightly cold neck of the younger junior sister, his tears wet a bunch of hair.
He held her fingers and gently placed them against his face. He was her good senior brother, and he didn't mind taking care of her a little longer.
…
Feng Jixue, who was hugging his junior sister, closed his eyes unconsciously. His consciousness was groggy and he seemed to have a dream in a trance.
In the dream, he and his junior sister did not part forever. They got married. On the wedding night in the bridal chamber, his junior sister wore the bright red wedding dress that he had chosen himself. She couldn't wait to lift the veil, and then happily threw herself into his arms.
"Brother, you look really good in red."
"Hehe, Senior Brother, why are your ears red again..."
"Oh, good senior brother, don't be shy! Come on, take it off quickly, let me take a closer look, it's not like I haven't seen it before. From now on, I will be your gentle and beautiful little Taoist lover, you have to protect me well!"
His palms were burning, and he uttered an annoyed and helpless "hmm" and held the person in his arms.
...But in the end, he failed to protect her.
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