CH 102.1

“Princess Ling Ji was originally destined to die early.” Master used an extremely bland tone to drop a bomb on Feng Luo’s heart.

“Master!” Feng Luo looked at his master incredulously.

Master looked at Feng Luo’s unwillingness to believe, nodded with regret, and once again confirmed his calculation.

“When?” After a long silence, Feng Luo asked suddenly.

“She can’t live past two decades,” Master replied.

Two decades?  Isn’t Ling Ji almost eighteen years old? Feng Luo gasped for breath and stood up, turned around and walked out.

“Where are you going?” Master called out to stop his disciple who was about to leave the hall.

“I’m going to find Ling Ji,” Feng Luo replied with his back turned.

“Have you forgotten what I just told you?” Master couldn’t help but frown. His disciple had been stable since he was young. How come now he was leaving without even hearing himself out?

“Master.” Feng Luo turned around, said earnestly, “Your divinations have never been wrong. I know I can’t change anything, and I don’t want to change anything, but if Ling Ji can only live for two more years, then I must stay by her side for those two years.”

“Don’t you want to hear the consequences before you make a decision?” Master asked.

“No matter what the consequences are, I will bear them,” Feng Luo returned loudly.

“I’m afraid you can’t bear it!”

Feng Luo looked at his master in disbelief. What kind of consequences could make his master say such words in such a serious tone?

“What consequences?” Feng Luo asked anyway.

Hearing his disciple’s question, the white-clad elder couldn’t help but sigh, before slowly telling the cause and effect of his divination, “I was in seclusion the other day, and noticed while making my calculations that your Hong Luan star(is used to represent the horoscope for predicting marriage. It also means that someone is about to get married) moved. I was very puzzled, because you have no predestined love in your destiny.”

When Feng Luo heard that he had no predestined love, his eyes trembled unconsciously.

“So I was very curious about your Hong Luan Star and took some effort to calculate it.” The master sighed, “Who would have thought that it is a great omen?”

“Princess Ling Ji should have died in the war before she turned 20 years old, descended to the Underworld, reincarnated, and enjoyed karmic rewards accumulated during her lifetime. But because she met you, her fate changed drastically.” 

“What changes?” Feng Luo nervously held her breath.

“She… Her soul flies away and scatters!”

Soul scatter!!  Feng Luo staggered and clanged against the door behind him.

“Why?” Feng Luo lost his soul and asked his master, “Why would her soul scatter after being with me?”

“During my divination, the trigger that changed her fate had not yet happened, so I am not sure what exactly could have caused such a result. But the only thing I can say for sure is that as long as you stay by her side, then this consequence will definitely happen,” Master said.

“Master…” Feng Luo looked at his master in despair and helplessness, like a drowning man yearning for someone to pull him ashore.

“We, people in the Metaphysics World, take death very lightly, because death is a new life for us.” The master looked at his desperate disciple and said word by word, “But once a soul scatters… it is the end of all things. Feng Luo, think about it properly.”

Feng Luo lost his soul and left the hall. He stood petrified outside the door of the Library Pavilion, while Ling Ji, who was quietly waiting for his return stood at the other end of the door.

“Go in, ah. What are you standing there for? Go in.” Lou Ming, who was originally leaning over Feng Luo, began to get anxious for no reason. He didn’t know what he was anxious about. He just had a premonition that something terrible was going to happen.

Lou Ming anxiously urged, but Feng Luo outside the door stood motionless. How Lou Ming wished he could move. That way, he could get into the house. Perhaps his desire was too strong, because Lou Ming literally separated from Feng Luo’s body. Before he could get over his surprise, he pushed the door open and ran in.

In the library, a woman dressed in a light blue dress was standing in front of the bookshelf and reading a book with relish. After reading for a while, she would look back at the door like a thief, as if afraid of being caught.

Lou Ming approached to look at the book Ling Ji was holding. He didn’t see the title. He just glanced at the page that Ling Ji had opened, and only read the three or four words on it. A devastating fear suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, making him recklessly want to move and snatch the book from Ling Ji’s hand and prevent her from continuing to read it.

“Don’t read this book.” Lou Ming passed through Ling Ji’s body, and nothing was able to stop her.

“So that’s how the drought demon came to be.” Before waking up with a start, Lou Ming heard Ling Ji muttering to herself.

The powerlessness and despair brought by the dream seeped through Lou Ming’s limbs and bones, leaving him with almost no strength to move. He remained awake as if he were a statue for a long, long time, so long until the special ring tone he had set up for Shishi rang at the end of the bed.

Lou Ming turned around mechanically, and managed to regain some strength. He took the mobile phone and looked at the word ‘Shishi’ that kept flashing on the screen of the phone. Only then did his cold heart recover a bit.

“Third Brother, have you had breakfast yet?” Chen Yu’s vibrant voice came through the other end of the microphone.

Lou Ming looked at the quilt still covering him and softly mmmed, “I’ve eaten.”

“Third Brother, let me tell you some good news, oh.” Chen Yu couldn’t wait, couldn’t even spare half of a second to keep him in suspense, and shouted excitedly into the phone, “I found the spiritual artifact. I’ve found the fourth spiritual artifact. Hahahahaha, aren’t I awesome?”

“Very impressive.” Lou Ming could almost imagine how happy Chen Yu looked on the other end of the phone and chuckled despite himself.

“Third Brother, wait for me. I have already bought a ticket and can return today. Wait for me to come back ah,” Chen Yu said happily.

“Alright, I’ll wait for you.” At this moment, Lou Ming’s feelings were quite complicated. There was remorse, there was fear, but these could not resist his anticipation of seeing Chen Yu soon.

He got up from the bed, freshened up as usual and ate. He then went into the study with the Ling Ji Sword in his arms, and never came out again for the whole day.

Lou Ming flipped through the dream images he had recorded during this period little by little and sorted out the connections. The past was slowly becoming clear.

It was Feng Luo who took Ling Ji back to the Luoshan Sect, which allowed Ling Ji, who was originally just an ordinary person, to read the origin of a drought demon. And then, when she slaughtered the city, she used the city’s grievances as a guide to turn into a drought demon, fulfilling the prophecy of his master about her soul scattering.

It was Feng Luo who harmed Ling Ji.