Chapter 49.02
I had made countless vows.
You had the body of the Golden Immortal. You could live forever and not die. So I wanted to make you never again have a clear-headed day, and never again have the time for other people’s interests. I wanted you to live a life quieter than death.
Without counting that year, I could talk about right now.
I wasted so much effort and spent so many thoughts. I destroyed Jin Zhou City, tore the Ten Great Celestial Sects apart, and ruined the Xian Tai Mountain Convention. What I wanted was to simply have Luo Ming Xuan in a deep eternal sleep.
However, right now someone actually said that the Golden Immortal would probably awaken?
I felt like God was playing a joke on me.
Based on what? Based on the drop of blood left on Liu Su Ruo’s broken sword today?
I restrained my emotions and went back to my room to meditate. Although Mo Qing did say to investigate for solid information, it was the same as saying this information had not been verified yet. I could not be anxious, but had to wait patiently. I controlled myself, and just like this, never before in my life, I had diligently recited the Mindfulness Mantra for three days straight.
In these entire three days, I did not use Zhi Yan’s body, I just sat in the room and silently recited the Mindfulness Mantra.
Waiting until the evening of the fourth day, I heard Guan Yu Tower’s emissary in the next room saying: “The Golden Immortal is awake, the celestial energy fluctuated and swept across half of the land ruled by the celestial sects.”
“Where’d he wake up?”
“It’s still not clear yet.”
Three days and three nights of reciting the Mindfulness Mantra was immediately a wasted effort.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt an anger that I had never had in many years, unwillingness and loathsomeness both rushed forth inside my heart. The heart-burning bitter resentment raged like a blaze, burning my internal organs that had long ceased to exist.
Right when night fell, after Zhi Yan finished taking care of Liu Cang Ling, she returned to the room. She was somewhat happy with the corners of her lips lifted: “Although Brother Cang Ling hasn’t woken up yet, but today, South Mountain Lord said that his life is no longer in danger…” She paused her conversation, staring at me, somewhat afraid, “Great, Great Demon King… You… What’s wrong?”
What was wrong with me?
I did not know, nor did I need to know.
My body suddenly flashed. I only felt that after becoming a ghost, my movements had never been so fast. I rushed into Zhi Yan’s body and firmly pushed her out. So much so that her soul appeared to stumble for a bit, careening back a few steps, barely able to float steadily. She rubbed her chest: “Knocking against me, it really hurts… Great Demon King, you…”
“I’m going to the ghost market.”
After leaving these words behind, I immediately used Zhi Yan’s body to wink to the ghost market.
In the moment of winking, I vaguely saw that someone from outside the room had pushed the door to walk in. It was Mo Qing’s black-robed body. But in the next moment, I landed in the desolate land of the ghost market.
Without hesitation, I unpossessed Zhi Yan’s body and immediately stepped towards the small tavern behind the ghost market. But after drifting two steps, I saw a person come up beside Zhi Yan’s limp body on the ground.
Sure enough, the person that I just saw was Mo Qing.
He crouched down and observed Zhi Yan’s body. He repeatedly opened his mouth, as if he did not know whose name to call out.
Carefully rethinking this, ever since I had been using Zhi Yan’s body, it seemed like he had never really said Zhi Yan’s name. From the beginning, his attitude towards Zhi Yan was still extremely vile. When did it change? It was like it started from the time when Zhi Yan went to save Liu Cang Ling, who was imprisoned in the dungeon. At that time, when evening came, I abruptly entered Zhi Yan’s body to block North Mountain Lord’s staff.
Maybe… Starting from that time, he realized that I was Lu Zhao Yao.
He concealed it deeply, but nor did I go to investigate it.
Now, in such a situation like this, where my anger had reached its zenith but I was still ultimately calm. Immediately thinking about it, I had thought through it all. Right now for me, these things were no longer important. Even Mo Qing was not important, whether he likes me or not did not even matter.
I just wanted to get revenge.
Let that damned person, who had yet to die, return on the road to his never-ending sleep once more. Let my hand personally send him back.
So I turned to leave.
Behind me, I heard Mo Qing’s figure standing up, his clothes sweeping across the withered grass and weeds on the ground. The rustling noises were like blades of fragmented grass sweeping across the apex of my heart, a bit itchy and a bit prickly.
