lcionline Chapter 512 Memorial
Chapter 512 Memorial
A surging crimson appeared in Qingzhi's eyes, and a dot of vermilion between his brows appeared and disappeared, as if he wanted to break through something, destroy something, and break through all shackles.
His breathing became more and more rapid, and the wind and snow outside the pavilion grew more and more violent. Just as Jiang Yueming was about to seize the opportunity and continue to say something, Qingzhi suddenly stood up and looked at him coldly.
The snowstorm stopped, and his face returned to calm, as if his earlier loss of composure and breakdown were all fake.
The supreme leader of the Tianqian Sect is incapable of experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.
He would not be heartbroken, nor would he grieve, nor would he place his personal feelings above those of the sect. The only thing he would do was to uphold the sect's rules and principles, protect all living beings, and continue the sect's legacy.
"Jiang Yueming." He spoke, and with each word, a heavy pressure pressed down on Jiang Yueming. "You have trespassed into the forbidden area, broken your oath, and harbored malicious intentions. What is your punishment?!"
With a final, cold shout, Jiang Yueming, covered in cold sweat, could no longer support himself and collapsed heavily to his knees.
However, faced with such a rebuke, he chuckled, a laugh that was both sarcastic and utterly despondent.
"You say I have ulterior motives and broke my vow? Have you forgotten that a stone doesn't have a heart? And who gave me my heart, and where is it now?!"
"Qingzhi, you are great. You can watch her suffer and enjoy the high position of sect leader over her corpse. I can't do that. I can't be as cold-hearted as you or any of you!"
As he spoke, his voice trailed off with a suppressed sob, a wave of bitterness rising in his throat, making him feel nauseous. He, a respected elder of the Tianqian Sect, couldn't even bring that person back to rest in peace.
"Qingzhi, five hundred years have passed..."
"I've been searching for five hundred years, isn't that enough? Why won't you tell me the entrance to the Outer Realm! I just want to bring her bones back, I just want to bring her bones back, is that wrong? Tell me, as her master, is it wrong for me to prepare her bones for burial?"
"She gave everything for the people, why shouldn't she be able to be reborn after death..."
Jiang Yueming looked up in a disheveled state, covering her eyes, but still couldn't help but let tears stream down her face.
He is useless.
It's because he, as the master, is useless.
When he took her into his family, he personally promised that with him around, he would never let her suffer any more grievances.
He broke his promise.
He broke his promise...
Kneeling behind him, Zhong Nanchu listened to everything in shock, his heart pounding wildly, his blood almost flowing backward in his veins. Intuition told him that he seemed to have vaguely glimpsed an incredible secret, but the white fog before his eyes left him completely bewildered.
He was somewhat stunned, then suddenly remembered something and blankly took something out of his Qiankun bag and placed it in front of him.
The shimmering golden bamboo scrolls slowly unfolded in the slightly dim pavilion, their pale golden light shining on the translucent white pillars of the exquisite pavilion, draping them in a thin golden veil.
It is shimmering with iridescent colors and resplendent with gold.
Yet, on this bamboo slip, which was full of spiritual energy and appeared exceptionally precious, there were only ten characters: disciple/disciple/disciple/disciple/disciple, with nothing below "disciple".
Nothing at all.
There is no record, no explanation, no name, no gender, no place of origin, and no place of origin.
While secretly investigating the whereabouts of his predecessor, Zhong Nanchu discovered this scroll wrapped in white silk behind a blank stone tablet in the Yongchen Hall, where the soul lamps were stored.
He had initially been skeptical, so he put the scroll away for the time being, thinking he would find out what it was for and whether it was related to his Zhong family's ancestors. Now it seems...
The blank stone tablet, the white silk, and the blank bamboo slips... they weren't hiding any secrets, but rather a silent memorial service.
A tribute to the vanished ancestors of the Zhong family, a tribute to the "she" mentioned by the old monk... five "disciples," five unnamed individuals!
So, there are other people involved?
So, that senior is really... gone.
What could possibly be the reason for going to such lengths to erase their names and existence?
Zhong Nanchu dared not think any further.
He came seeking justice from his predecessors, but now it seems he's stumbled upon a door he shouldn't have opened...
His innate vigilance inexplicably gave rise to a sense of lingering fear. He didn't know if he was right or wrong. He was terrified that something bad might happen because of his persistence, and then he would be guilty of a thousand deaths!
Just as he was at a loss, a slender white hand suddenly reached out from beside him and snatched the golden bamboo slip from his hand. Zhong Nanchu looked up in surprise, instinctively trying to grab the bamboo slip back, but in that instant, he saw Jiang Liqian's face.
At the same time, he was shocked to discover that the golden bamboo slip was slowly changing under her lightning spiritual power. What were originally three blank "disciples" gradually, like ink rising from the surface of water, fragmented light and shadow pieced together to form three names.
Wanlianzhi.
Song Shimi.
Ye Linglong.
There are also two locations where no writing is visible.
But Zhong Nanchu already understood that it was the name of their Zhong family's ancestor, and the name of the person Jiang Zhailao had been calling out, the one he wanted to take home so that she could rest in peace.
His face was pale as he stared blankly at the girl in front of him, then suddenly took a step back.
No, she can't get close to him. His name shouldn't be here!
A deep fear flashed in his eyes, and he immediately turned to look at Sect Leader Qingzhi, who was sitting in a high position.
Qingzhi looked down at them in the hall expressionlessly. With a wave of his hand, the bamboo tube that emitted a soft and warm light fell into his hand. Then, with a turn, it disappeared into the wide, darkly patterned cuff.
Jiang Liqian only saw three familiar names appear on the scroll. Before she could think of anything, her hand was empty. She reflexively reached for the bamboo scroll, but stopped abruptly when she met Qingzhi's cold and dignified gaze.
She first glanced in astonishment at Jiang Yueming and Zhong Nanchu kneeling in the hall, then her gaze lingered on the jade box beside Qingzhi. Without asking any questions, she knelt down abruptly.
She bowed her head and deeply kowtowed to Sect Leader Qingzhi.
"Disciple Jiang Liqian, I dare to ask the sect leader, where has my revered master gone? I am willing to follow in my master's footsteps and serve the Tianqian Sect with my life, even unto death."
The hall fell silent. Qingzhi stood there silently, without saying a word. Jiang Yueming, on the other hand, turned to look at her and smiled sadly.
He closed his eyes.
A silent sob escaped her lips.
"Jiang Liqian, Jiang Liqian, don't you understand? Jupiter is in retrograde, the fate is already set, he's gone."
"My senior brother's life has ended, his destiny has been extinguished."