Chapter 1492: Chapter 91: Farewell and Promise (2/3)
In the side room of the Weiming Sect, Mu Shanxue cautiously placed Chonghe on the bed. His face, rarely showing panic, was tense with his hands tightly clenched under the sleeves, his knuckles turning pale. The Sect Leader of Weiming Sect pointed his right fingertip at Chonghe’s brow, eyes closed, as everyone else had already been driven from the room.
Footsteps echoed, and with a cold face, the Taoist with the Jade Crown entered the room.
Mu Shanxue steadied himself, saluting the Taoist. The Taoist’s gaze passed over Mu Shanxue’s shoulder, seeing Chonghe, quietly lying on the bed. The young Taoist appeared just as usual, as if rely asleep. His skin pale, eyelashes faintly trembling, resembling a butterfly.
But he could no longer wake up.
The Jade Crown Taoist’s breathing beca slightly heavier. Retracting his gaze, he spoke, his voice seeming to be bitten out from his teeth: “What exactly happened?”
Mu Shanxue cald down, narrating the events bit by bit.
Originally, he was bringing Chonghe back towards the mountain gate. Almost ho, he went to buy Chonghe a snack, but upon turning back with the snack in hand, he saw Chonghe with his eyes closed, fallen on the donkey’s back.
At first, he thought Chonghe was joking with him, but later realized sothing was indeed wrong with his little junior brother.
At that mont, he dared not delay at all, tossing aside other things, he quickly carried Chonghe up the mountain.
The Jade Crown Taoist’s gaze fell on Chonghe’s face. The Sect Leader of Weiming Sect lifted his right hand from the disciple’s brow, fingertips showing post-blood loss whiteness. He raised his head, looking at the Jade Crown Taoist and Mu Shanxue, with a bitter look on his face, slowly shaking his head.
Mu Shanxue’s body swayed, bumping against the wooden table offering tribute to their ancestors. The redwood table clattered loudly as the incense burner and red candles toppled and fell to the ground, causing a greater noise.
The Sect Leader of Weiming Sect felt bitterness in his mouth, saying:
“At our level, we can’t see what kind of move hit Chonghe. But she is a child born in harmony with the dragon vein of the Central Plains, naturally able to sense heavenly secrets and fate. Now in her body, heavenly secrets and qi chanism are all tangled, an additional layer of spiritual rhy is drawing her original qi chanism to fill itself.”
“I just tried it, completely unable to control it.”
“All qi chanism input externally was completely absorbed.”
His voice paused, looking at his younger brother and disciple, he said:
“Chonghe’s body now is like a divine weapon lacking spiritual rhy.”
“So now, no matter how large the qi chanism is, it will continuously be absorbed and transford into spiritual rhy. In other words, before Chonghe turned into this state, if we could destroy whatever caused all of this, there would be hope to save her. But now, even a Grandmaster’s qi chanism, cannot fill up the ‘spiritual rhy’ inside her body.”
“Chonghe’s current state is due to her consciousness being unable to handle the vast transformation and impact of spiritual rhy, thus falling into slumber.”
The Jade Crown Taoist frowned: “Then what if we input enough spiritual rhy qi chanism?”
The Sect Leader hesitated:
“From this viewpoint, if we could quickly saturate the spiritual rhy within Chonghe’s body, she might wake up. After all, everything has its limits. Naturally absorbing the Heaven and Earth’s qi chanism will also have an end one day. However, if this naturally progresses, I’m afraid Chonghe won’t last that long…”
The Sect Leader’s voice lowered, the unsaid ssage in the room was known to both occupants. To keep Chonghe alive, they can only continuously inject inner strength and qi chanism into her body. The Jade Crown Taoist pushed Mu Shanxue aside and strode toward the bed, saying:
“Let do it.”
Mu Shanxue reached out to pull him, where they touched detonated a fierce trembling qi chanism. The nearby table shattered instantly, crashing to the ground. The Jade Crown Taoist turned his head; his face looked as if covered with frost. Mu Shanxue, eting his uncle’s gaze, instinctively wanted to retreat but still shook his head slowly, saying:
“You can’t…”
The Jade Crown Taoist’s voice was cold: “What did you say?!”
Mu Shanxue looked at his seemingly sleeping little junior brother, speaking softly:
“Whoever did this surely intends for us to pour enough qi chanism and spiritual rhy into that void. No one knows what result this might cause. We can’t risk it.”
“Otherwise, once that void is filled with spiritual rhy, it might further harm our little junior brother…”
“Moreover, she was born connected to the dragon vein, a rarity every three hundred years. I’m afraid it might inversely affect the dragon vein of the Central Plains, possibly causing widespread destruction.”
The final sentence enraged the Jade Crown Taoist. The usually restrained man grabbed Mu Shanxue’s collar with a force equal to the mightiest warrior of the Northern Frontier, pushing Mu Shanxue against the wall. The Taoist’s elbow followed up, pressing hard against Mu Shanxue’s throat.
His eyes reddened, his voice was cold, word by word, like a blade:
“That’s my disciple.”
“My disciple!”
“You took her out, to see the so-called Jianghu with you. I forced her to learn the Zhou Tian Great Ritual. She learned it but still couldn’t hide her uniqueness. In the end, you couldn’t bring her back safely. You returned with her body, but she can never wake up again.”
“And now you still have concerns like this?”
“Do you an to watch her die by being drained of her life qi chanism?!”
Mu Shanxue did not resist his uncle’s rage, silently bearing it.
After several breaths, the wildly murderous aura dispersing from the Jade Crown Taoist’s chest gradually subsided. He stepped back two paces, the qi chanism fading away, regaining his usual calm and rationality. His breathing was still sowhat heavy, deeply looking at Chonghe before turning to walk away.
Monts later, a roar resembling a long dragon scream resonated through the mountain stream.
Mu Shanxue sat on the ground, raising a hand to touch the marks pressed into his throat, remained silent. The Sect Leader placed a hand on Mu Shanxue’s shoulder, sighed once, turned to leave, and Mu Shanxue’s throat emitted a low sound.
“Is there no other way? Master.”
The Sect Leader silently shook his head: “I don’t know; I will read more in the Library Tower later. Perhaps there might be a chance for life. But even just transmitting qi chanism is, as you said, rely drinking poison to quench thirst. Your uncle… his mood right now is likely hard to calm; be considerate of him.”
The Sect Leader said:
“Don’t bla yourself entirely for this.”
“The technique Chonghe was struck with, in today’s world, perhaps only masters like Supre Uncle can decipher it. Even Kunlun with a wealth of Taoist knowledge might be hard-pressed to handle it upon first sight.”
He finally sighed, saying: “Spend more ti with Chonghe then…”
Mu Shanxue rose, walked to the bedside, and, looking at the quietly sleeping Chonghe, extended his fingers to comb her hair flat, quietly observing for a long ti before turning to exit.
After this day, Mu Shanxue spent many days inside the Library Tower, the typically idle Taoist almost sleeplessly devouring any scroll that might record sustenance. By the ti he descended from the tower, he looked like half his bones had vanished.
Mu Shanxue and the Sect Leader talked throughout an entire night.
Mu Shanxue held the scroll, pointing at nearly unfathomable contents.
The following day, he returned to Chonghe’s room, sat beside the bed, gazing at the young Taoist. The Sect Leader hired won from nearby villages to change the young Taoist’s clothes, unbinding the hair that had been tied with a wooden hairpin, letting it flow like the night sky over her delicate white face.
The ‘void’ within her, while absorbing surrounding qi chanism, also granted Chonghe sothing akin to Middle Third Rank Martial Artist’s ability. Her life’s energy wouldn’t deplete through fasting-like behavior, but one day, the increasingly greedy void might swallow the young Taoist’s life in one go.
Mu Shanxue looked at Chonghe and suddenly chuckled softly, saying:
“Had I known earlier, I should’ve pleased you sooner, rather than waiting till just before reaching the mountain gate, swapping you to the donkey’s back while buying at buns to keep you quiet, avoiding complaints to Master and Uncle.”
“That way…”
He didn’t continue, reaching out to smooth the little Taoist’s sideburns behind her ear.
With a flicking motion, he touched the young Taoist’s forehead.
He stood, donned his sword, saying:
“Little junior brother, I will wake you up.”
He chuckled softly, saying: “When you wake, Senior Brother will take you to Penglai Island to see the krakens.”
Then waved goodbye, walking away from the mountain gate.
PS: The second update of the day presented…
There might be another update at twelve thirty?
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