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Xie Lian was shaken. “You! So disrespectful in the halls of a god—aren’t you afraid of his condemnation?!” a cultivator shouted. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” Lang Ying replied. “He can condemn me if he likes. I’m no longer afraid of his neglect, so why should I be afraid of his condemnation?”
“Do you understand now why I said you shouldn’t ascend too early?” the state preceptor asked. “It’s because your people haven’t died out yet.” “…” Xie Lian’s eyes widened, and his voice grew dark and furious. “State Preceptor! What…what are you saying?! What do you…what do you mean my people haven’t died out yet?!”
If there was a believer who had picked a flower specially to fill the vacancy, they were a most conscientious believer indeed.
“I’m suffering! Every day, I want to die. Every day, I want to kill everyone in this world, and then myself! I’m living in agony!” From a boy who couldn’t be older than thirteen, such furious words probably sounded both laughable and pitiful. But hidden inside that tiny body was something explosive; something that sustained that roaring rage.
“What should I live for in this world? What does it mean to live?” However, his questions were met by silence; there was not a soul to give him an answer. It seemed that the young boy had expected as much and slowly dropped his head. To his surprise, a voice from above suddenly broke through the silence. “If you do not know how to live on anymore, then live for me.” Neither Feng Xin nor Mu Qing had actually expected him to answer—and such an answer too! Their eyes widened. “Your Highness…?!” The young boy’s head shot up, but there was no one there. There was only a soft, gentle voice coming
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This was the first time in Xie Lian’s life that he had killed. The very first time, and he had killed thousands.
“You’re pretty good with that sword.” The boy gripped his weapon harder, and although he was still panting, he instantly stood at attention again. “Y-yes, sir.” “I wasn’t giving you orders, so why are you saying ‘yes, sir’?” Xie Lian asked. “When I ordered you to run, why didn’t you say ‘yes, sir’ then?” “Yes, sir!” that boy answered, but he realized that his response was strange and stood even stiffer. Xie Lian shook his head, pondered briefly, and suddenly his lips curled up. “But you’d be better suited to a saber.”
Those who worshipped the ascended cultivators who practiced this path were firmly convinced of the transcendence of gods untouched by earthly desires. If they couldn’t protect their purity, their following would no doubt collapse and their powers would be devastated.
The young soldier hadn’t had a chance to answer when another flower yao suddenly burst out laughing. “I know! Little guy, I bet your favorite type must look like this!” It sounded as though a new Land of the Tender had emerged from the soil. A sudden dead silence descended outside the cave. That young soldier seemed to have stopped breathing. In the next second, the crashing waves of laughter from the flower yao surged against Xie Lian, drowning him. The flower yao clapped and screeched. “Aiyooh! What a play! What a plaaaaaay!” “My god! How did you come up with this? You slay me… Ha ha ha ha
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“Your Highness, it’s done!” he cried immediately. Another small surge of strength returned to Xie Lian, and he raised his palm. “Give me your hand.” The boy obeyed, and Xie Lian retrieved the long, thin strands and tied them in a knot on one of his fingers.
When those who were destined for greatness in the Mortal Realm—kings, geniuses, and heroes of chivalry—encountered a dire situation, their bodies would naturally radiate a protective aura to shield them from harm. Most of them had the potential for ascension.
Around a dozen Human Face Disease patients had ignored the warnings and snuck out at night to use fire and knives to burn and slice away their sores. Many of them mishandled the tools and lost too much blood, but they didn’t dare tell anyone. They hid under their blankets quietly and died equally silently.
The tree cracked and snapped, making the people jump and ending their whispers. Only then did Feng Xin notice something wrong and rush over. “Your Highness!” Landing that punch relieved Xie Lian’s fury and let him calm down somewhat. Yet, in that dead silence, another person spoke up. “Your Highness, there’s no need for you to be so angry. Everyone here is a patient, and we’re all your followers. No one owes you anything.”
Wake up, Your Highness! You’re running out of time.” Xie Lian could feel his head burning, and he closed his eyes. “Don’t say any more. Let me think about it.” “…” At last, Mu Qing couldn’t hold back any longer and started cursing under his breath. “You really are… The one suffering indecision is you. With a cure in hand, the one refusing it is also you. You’re really…really annoying. Look at the hellish state of you—the mere sight of you is a pain. Your worshippers must’ve reaped enough bloody misfortune for eight lifetimes!”
without His Highness’ appointment, who knows where you’d be?! So why do you always act like you’re smarter, sharper, and stronger than him? If you’re so competent, why did His Highness ascend and not you?” “I—!” Mu Qing cried. Xie Lian pulled at him. “Drop it, Feng Xin, Mu Qing is just anxious over the current situation—” “Anxious, my ass!” Feng Xin cut in. “Your Highness, I’m telling you, all he ever wants is to find reasons to lecture you; he won’t let go of any chance he gets to show he’s better than you, because he genuinely, seriously believes he’s better than you!
Whatever mountain he punched, that mountain must fall, and should he stomp, the earth would quake—this was all he had ever known about himself.
Even if the sky was going to fall, he would have believed he could support it. But now, he realized something alarming—he no longer believed that. Not only had the people stopped believing in him, even he could no longer believe in himself.
It would be pointless, perhaps, to state it aloud, but after days of exhausting strain, after having been cut down again and again by countless knives, right then he really wanted to be ten years old again and run into his mother’s embrace to cry to his heart’s content. And yet, every road he walked that had led to this day was chosen by Xie Lian himself.
“Why did you cut my leg off?! It still came back! My leg is gone! Why?! Give me back my leg! Give me back my leg!”
Xie Lian had jumped from extreme heights countless times. Relying on his strong spiritual power and martial might, he landed safely every time, and it always filled him with pleasure and pride. Every time, he was the very picture of the celestial descents they spoke of in legends. This time, however, he was no longer a legend. When he landed, he wasn’t steady, and his foot twisted. A needle-sharp pain instantly shot up his leg and through his entire body. He had broken his leg.
“Even though your palaces and temples are burned down…don’t be sad. I will build you many more temples in the future—bigger, more magnificent, better than anyone else’s. No one will be able to compete with you. I’ll do it!”
“What…? Forget what?” Xie Lian breathed a sigh and said to him in a soft voice, “Forget me.” The boy was stunned and silent. “Forget me. Soon, no one will remember anyway,” Xie Lian mumbled to himself.