Daoist Ying was not rescued; she fell from the heavens. The Python Demon’s poison was more potent than she had imagined.
Initially, she intended to fly to the Yan Sect’s mountain gate for help, but hadn’t even covered a tenth of the journey before the poison attacked and she plumted down. If not for her fortune of encountering a group of Yan Sect cultivators passing by, she would have beco food for monsters.
This group of Yan Sect cultivators was sowhat unclear about the situation; they hadn’t seen the white-headed vulture. In the group, there was only one Golden Core Cultivator, who was still at the early stage, and the others were Foundation Establishnt disciples. If not for the vulture witnessing Daoist Ying’s fall, even rushing to a strong killing wouldn’t be difficult.
Ultimately, they were afraid of trouble and departed, leaving this group to take a trip to Ghost Gate, yet unaware of it.
Sensing that she was failing, the flaw in Daoist Ying’s physical body was not the key; the poisoning was what mattered more. In the last monts of life, she could only think of her Daoist couple. If he didn’t escape either, who would avenge them?
In her final monts, her mind beca exceptionally clear. She was well aware of her identity, now rely a loose cultivator, having left the Chu Sect over a hundred years ago. How many in the sect could still rember her, a disciple who left unannounced? They didn’t count her as a traitor to the sect, which was quite rciful, so don’t imagine anyone from the Chu Sect standing up for her; too difficult.
Now, the Chu Sect is different from the past; with emissaries from the Upper Realm in charge, it was no different from a strange sect to her. The past is gone; it’s unbearable to look back. It’s too late to regret now.
The only hope for revenge lies with her husband, Luo Yewang’s sect. Her husband was once good friends with the current Sword Sect Hierarch. This friendship in other Daoist sects may not an much, but the Sword Sect is ultimately different, offering her sole hope.
Feeling the waves of heat from her back, that was the Yan Sect Golden Core transferring energy to her, but it was re drops in the bucket; not daring to induce energy deeply for fear of the Python poison backlash.
Ti was running out for her, "Daoist friend, thank you for your assistance; gratitude beyond words. In this life, there’s no hope, but may we et in the next. My humble na is not worth ntioning, but my husband Luo Yewang was once a Sword Sect disciple. Recently, in Tuanzew, he was ambushed by two mbers of the Demon Clan, a python, and a vulture, his fate unknown. I do not ask you to assist, but rely to relay the ssage to Dushan. My husband and I will bind grass in the next life, returning favors... cannot repay, possessions on our bodies can be taken by all."
She still didn’t hold on; a hundred years as a wild cultivator, while the realm hadn’t widened too much, her strength had long been incomparable to her sect peers; this is the price of carefree wandering. In this turbulent ti, actually, it’s unsuitable for secluded cultivation and nurturing.
The Yan Sect Golden Core felt so lancholy; a sense of sorrow for the death of one with similar rank erged. This martyred female cultivator had a very special aura, sothing only large sects could cultivate. Everyone has their helplessness, but now, people die and lights are extinguished; thinking further is useless.
Removing the personal belongings of the female cultivator, this was the rule of the Cultivation World, and moreover, she entrusted them before dying, not considered seizing property. He wasn’t alone here; it wasn’t a place to talk about style. A group of disciples stared eagerly at him; thus, they must divide it; otherwise, the disciples would curse behind his back.
It’s been only a few years since the human-monster war ended; sects need expenses in all aspects, yet they’re stingy with disciple stipends, still in the post-disaster reconstruction phase. So, for a run outside, their eyes were red.
Opening the limited Treasure Gourds, the destitution of the items inside was unbearable to look at. Even most were Foundation Establishnt objects, with few treasures usable by Golden Core cultivators, quite fitting the character of a loose Golden Core cultivator.
When Daoist Ying left the sect, she and Luo Yewang were both in the Foundation Establishnt Realm, then drifted outside; most resources were spent on reaching the Upper Realm. Neither was a major thief; where would they find resources to buy treasures?
However, among these Foundation Establishnt objects, many had Chu Sect markings, making one suspect their origin. But no matter how this Yan Sect Golden Core thought, he never really imagined soone choosing to roam and abandon the Chu Sect disciple identity.
Things were quickly divided and gone, the body couldn’t be carried with them because they didn’t know its belonging. Generally, in such cases, the body is burned and buried locally; for cultivators, it is a common gesture, adding a coffin is okay.
The appearance of Demon Clan traces in Tuanzew was no small matter; he knew his limited strength, and the disciples he brought were not equipped for this task. Hence, he could only send a request to the sect for aid.
Afterward, it was standard procedure, the Yan Sect Golden Core rushed to Tuanzew for search, while reprimanding the Earth Demons here, finding nothing particular. In such places as marshes, traces are least likely to remain; after soaking in sludge, with Earth Demons’ cover...
This Yan Sect Golden Core still fulfilled his responsibility, reported Daoist Ying’s will, and left the rest beyond his concern. It should be a sect-to-sect dialogue; if Daoist Ying pointed towards a Sword Sect cultivator finally, he might secretly pass information; but if it’s a sect, an ordinary Golden Core like him doesn’t know whom to find, handing it over to the sect is best.
Yet at this ti, Yan Sect faintly had a rift with the Sword Sect. Yan Baiyi’s shift to the Sword Sect changed many things, including mutual trust. In intentional or unintentional neglect, such insignificant matters’ chain breaks sowhere, resulting in silent disappearance, sinking without a trace.
Every day on the Jinxiu Continent, similar events happen. Be it demons killing people or people killing demons. Regarding causality, Hou Niao played a key role in these.
If he warned the two earlier, if he didn’t kill those three monsters, if he didn’t take in Yan Baiyi, and so forth.
Ultimately, it was still the problematic choice of roads by the couple Luo Yewang.
In prosperous tis, recluses erge; in chaotic tis, heroes rise. Can’t mix them up.
Due to consecutive appearances of Demon traces in Shangyu Country and the Northern Territory, the whole Northern Territory was tense for a while. They must consider whether it was the Mountain Demon preparing to attack?
Since the victims were two loose cultivators, everyone assud it was rely coincidental, yet no one pondered the necessity behind the coincidence.
Once people lose fa, they beco unnoticed. Luo Yewang had so fa among Foundation Establishnt disciples during his post at Yuan Yi Mountain Range a hundred years ago. But now, after a century, current prominent figures have beco Upper Realm Golden Cores; who would recall the young man who once dedicated himself to humanity in the Northern Territory?
For mortals, ten years after death, friends might still rember you, sighing briefly during drinking gatherings; twenty years post-mortem, perhaps only your closest direct relatives would recollect you, lighting so paper when convenient. Thirty years after death, all traces of your existence would be erased from this world, no one brings you up, considers you, reminisces about you, completely past tense.
Cultivators are no different.
This is the aning of fa; with fa cos existence, enjoying offerings.
Reveling in mountains and rivers? Then decay with mountains and rivers together.
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