CH 116

Chapter 116: Qing Luan’s Last Wish



The demonized disease was spreading rapidly. No one knew when misfortune would befall them. They were at a loss, in pain and with no way out… In their despair, many people lost their reason and ability to judge. They were eager to grasp at straws to save their lives. They were searching for a target to regard as an enemy, to vent their emotions on. 



The war drums that had stayed silent for many years, once again let out their rallying cries. The fire beacons ignited across the sixteen states.



The Inextinguishable Peak had the strongest warriors, but the hidden hand manipulating fate had already torn off all pretenses, revealing its malevolent face. It no longer cared about the trajectory of fate, and it sunk into hysterical madness.



Over the years, it had already used “coincidence” to secretly cultivate a lot of powerful cultivators who hated the Inextinguishable Peak. And now, it has even bestowed “misfortunate” upon the cultivators of the Inextinguishable Peak.



The three regions where the Demonization disease first appeared were all directly under the sphere of influence of the Inextinguishable Peak. 



The sect master of the Heavenly Fire Sect was plagued by heart demons. The Buddhist practitioners of Nine Star Temple were infected with demonization. The Plum Blossom Palace, Bixia Palace, Tianji Pavilion, Night Rain Pavilion, they all had all kinds of unlucky things befall them…



In Xian Ling island, there were many “unexpected” failures in the course of laying down the formations. Lady Nian tenaciously led her female cultivators to consolidate and repair again and again, guarding the cultivators and mortals in Nan Ling from entering the Central Continent and spreading the disease even faster.



On the top of the Inextinguishable Peak, there appeared catastrophes one after another. Heavy rain poured down, countless lightning smashed down. That black monster also revealed its form amongst the clouds.  Bringing with it the stench of blood, it repeatedly destroyed the defensive barrier. In the Central Continent, troops of insurgents gathered. They cooperated with the monster to attack the Inextinguishable Peak.



The yao cultivators of the bird race flew up into the sky, amidst the lightning and heavy rain, to face the monster.



This was not a battlefield suitable for birds. The rain soaked their wings and affected their speed. The poison of the Nirvana Butterflies could not distinguish between friend and foe under the torrential rain. They sounded the retreat and fell back. On the ground, were the yao and human cultivators who weren’t good at flying. Under the cover of countless Blood King Vines, they use various spells and weapons to kill the enemy forces.



They were constantly besieged by falling rocks. From time to time, lightning would flash around them, constantly taking lives and disrupting the situation of the battle.



With the help of craftsmen and talisman cultivators, the doctors of the Medicine King’s Valley rushed to the battlefield, carrying various defensive instruments and spells. They gave emergency treatment to the wounded cultivators and sent them to the rear for treatment.



Shenjun, wearing a snow feather cloak and gloves, slowly walked out of the main hall. 



He ignited phoenix flames to blot out the sky and cover the earth. Ignoring the interference of the lightning, the flames rolled towards the rebellious cultivators, swallowing them instantly.



……



Bai Zihao stood atop the peak, staring at the monster in the sky and the situation of the battle, waiting patiently for the signal.



The golden peacock appeared in the air. He unfolded his gorgeous tail screen and on it were countless golden halos. With the power to deter and dispel evil, it directly pierced the eyes of the monster. 



Immediately afterwards, he transformed into a tall male body, wearing golden armor, with his long hair tied up. He put away his flippant expression, his beautiful features were filled with fierce murderous aura.



“Hey, ugly.” Kong Muhua smiled and angered the monster, attracting his attention and saving a number of birds who were almost killed. He then quickly flew to the monster, grabbed the opponent’s horns, spread his wings, and used his superhuman strength to press the monster into the mountaintop lake. He shouted, “Zihao!”



Bai Zihao unfurled his Life Artifact, brandishing the Wan Li Han Bing scroll.



A world of ice and snow descended and the lake froze over, trapping the monster inside. 

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Bai Zihao formed countless icicles and pierced the monster with them, wanting to nail him into the lake.



The monster’s body once again transformed. His body quickly turned gigantic. The ice and snow barrier was torn apart in an instant. 



Countless sharp blades made of black demonic energy emerged from his body. Like countless demon swords, they all rushed to pierce Bai Zihao.



Bai Zihao erected twelve layers of ice shields. The ice shields shattered layer by layer.



Kong Muhua blocked in front of him. He turned his golden tail feathers into a defensive barrier, taking on the storm-like attack.



His most cherished tail feathers were scorched black and fell off under the onslaught of demonic energy… 



Kong Muhua clenched his teeth and persisted, refusing to back down by even half a step.



Without anyone noticing, the monster’s tail had already snuck into the ground, slowly extending, hiding its aura, bypassing the Blood King Vines all over the ground, and approaching the god commanding atop the cliff. Taking advantage of everyone’s unpreparedness, he drilled out of the rock wall and with his poisonous stinger, he ferociously stabbed towards this man set so up on high.



The stinger embedded into the body but no blood appeared.



Shenjun lowered his head. He looked at the monster and smiled mockingly. 



Countless red Nirvana butterflies flew out of his body, directly landing on the monster’s tail, injecting an immeasurable amount of toxins. Around him countless formations lit up, following the paralyzed stinger, it wrapped around the monster’s body. This was a new sealing array.



The monster finally understood, he rasped out in a strange voice, “You are him; you are not him!”



Bai Zihao sat on the ground, his eyes curved with his smile. “This idiot is so easy to fool.”



The god’s original body had long left the Inextinguishable Peak. What stayed behind was just a relatively powerful avatar. It deliberately revealed flaws, acting as a decoy to bait the monster into a trap to he re-seal him once again. 



Where was the real god?



The monster’s pained roar resounded across the skies. The manipulator could not tolerate being fooled like this. It had to regain control of the world and destiny at all costs.



Thereupon, the earth once again rumbled; lightning appeared in the clouds, and the violent thunder intertwined into a net, covering the entire world.



…… 



After the new war to subdue the demons began, Yue Wuhuan placed Song Qingshi in the experimental cage that was used to imprison the Foul Demon, isolating all traces of his presence from the world. He then secretly sent it to the basement of the Medicine King’s Valley and hid it.



Song Qingshi slept for several days. Finally, his fever receded and he woke up. He sat up, staring blankly at Yue Wuhuan, who had already changed into Yue Xiansheng. He suddenly stretched out his hands, carefully inspecting that beautiful pair of Phoenix eyes.



Yue Wuhuan guessed that his memories must have overlapped. He smiled. “Are you still dazed from sleep? I’m not Mo Yuan now.”



Song Qingshi rested his fingertip on the gorgeous mole. He asked softly, “You can really see?” 



Yue Wuhuan said softly, “I can see.”



Song Qingshi slowly retracted his hand and looked around. “Where is this?”



Yue Wuhuan whispered, “The Medicine King’s Valley.”



He had situated the main battlefield and the traps on the Inextinguishable Peak. He would rather destroy the gorgeous palace than this place filled with so many good memories. 



Song Qingshi stood up, put on his vestments and slowly walked out.



“Don’t go out. The monster An Long has turned into is looking for you.” Yue Wuhuan pulled him to a stop. “You must stay in this magical artifact. In here, you will be shielded from the prying eyes of fate… The trap I’ve left at the Inextinguishable Peak has been broken by thunder and lightning and the monster escaped with the help of the hidden hand. I need to move you to a safer place.”



Song Qingshi quietly looked at him.



Yue Wuhuan said quietly, “I can’t find a way to kill that monster, but I can’t let you meet with another mishap.” 



Reincarnating again and again, dying again and again.



If destiny wanted his life, wanted his hatred, he was willing to bear and face it.



But, he hoped that Song Qingshi would keep on living.



“Qingshi, you have done more than enough for me. Give up.” Yue Wuhuan asked with difficulty. “As long as you are willing to abandon the mission, you can truly free yourself. You don’t have to accompany me to repeat this ridiculous fate. And you won’t have to be dragged by me into the mud over and over again…” 



“Mission?” Song Qingshi couldn’t help laughing, “I was never any sort of tasker and I never thought about fulfilling any kind of mission.”



Yue Wuhuan was dumbfounded, he didn’t quite understand.



Song Qingshi grabbed his hand and emphasized each word.



“Wuhuan, I have the memories of a thousand reincarnations…” 



“Wuhuan, I am living for you.”



“Wuhuan, the only one I want to save is you…”



“Wuhuan, I will never give up.”



“Wuhuan, this is the best opportunity…” 



The earth shook once again. Thunder boomed from the sky. The monster was rushing towards them.



“The hidden hand that’s controlling fate has already been thrown into confusion. It’s gone out of control and that allowed my memories to be awakened… A large part of its power is attached to An… to An Long. You have to kill this mutated black dragon, weaken its power and rescue An Long.” The danger instantly arrived. Song Qingshi had no time to say more. He could only grasp the key points and tell Yue Wuhuan, “Go and stop him first. I will fetch for you the weapon Qing Luan left that can kill An Long.”



Yue Wuhuan didn’t remember Qing Luan having left behind anything weapon-related.



He also didn’t feel the aura of any strong spiritual objects or magical artifacts within the Medicine King’s Valley. 



But, he was willing to believe Song Qingshi.



“Don’t give up, and don’t persuade me to give up either.” Song Qingshi ran out of the basement. He ran up a few steps and then turned around, exhorting earnestly, “I have the world’s most stubborn heart, even if I hit a wall thousands of times, tens of thousands of times, I will never look back. If you can’t bear the pain and despair and decide to abandon this world then I will accompany to become ashes and smoke.”



Yue Wuhuan looked at him for a long time. He smiled. “Okay.”



If he failed, he could bring the world’s cleanest stone to become scattered ashes and dispersed smoke together. 



What a happy thing this would be!



……



The monster, hovering in mid-air, struck with thunder and lightning. Yue Wuhuan used the Blood King Vine to spread open a giant red net, obstructing all his attacks.



When the doctors of the Medicine King’s Valley saw the monster, some were so frightened that their bodies turned weak, some lost their heads out of fear, and yet even more doctors were still racing against time to research the demonization disease. 



Song Qingshi ran out of the basement. Following the golden wisp floating about in the air, he ran towards their only ancestral hall.



The ancestral hall of the Medicine King’s Valley had been expanded several times. At Lady Qing Luan’s request, the tablet of every doctor from the Medicine King’s Valley would be placed here upon their death to accept the respects of later apprentices…



Three thousand years have passed, and the Medicine King’s Valley has become the largest medical school in the immortal realm. It trained countless doctors every year. Today, there were close to ten thousand memorial tablets in the ancestral hall. At the top were two black old-fashioned memorial tablets carved with the names of Qing Luan and Song Ming Hong.



Every time you save a person, you get a piece of merit. 



The doctors of the Medicine King’s Valley have walked throughout the world. They have directly or indirectly changed the destiny of many, many mortals and cultivators. Many people in the mortal realm have even established temples dedicated to the Medicine King to receive their gratitude and worship. Nowadays, the golden lights of merit that have gathered around the tablets in the ancestral hall were innumerable; especially on Qing Luan’s tablet. She alone had already accumulated tens of millions of merits.



Song Qingshi stretched out his hand. In the name of the grand master, he chanted a spell that gathered all the golden lights of merit in his palm, bringing them all together to form a pure and holy golden long sword.



This was a weapon that Qing Luan forged using the merit she has accumulated for three thousand years. She now handed it over to Song Qingshi.



Only the brightest power in the world can kill the most foul demon in the world. 



After the golden lights of merit were taken away, the shadow of a beautiful and gentle girl appeared in the ancestral hall.



This was the image of the remnant soul left by Qing Luan.



She bowed deeply towards Song Qingshi. She implored,



“Thank you, Qingshi Shenjun.” 



“Please bring him back…”