lcionline Chapter 316 People
Chapter 316 People
Spirit world.
Xie Wanning opened her eyes, but the scene before her left her completely bewildered.
The sky was shrouded in a thick, inky haze, obscuring the sun and creating an oppressive atmosphere that seemed to devour one's very soul. A stench of decay permeated the air, mingled with a pungent, fishy smell that was nauseating.
Fusang stood before her, his face bearing an unprecedented weariness. Though his robes remained pristine white, they appeared extremely oversized. His golden eyes held only exhaustion, a flicker of excitement appearing only when he saw Xie Wanning.
“Your luck, all your luck is mine.” Fusang grabbed Xie Wanning’s shoulder and shook her repeatedly.
Xie Wanning's hands and feet were bound with gold thread, and she could only look at Fusang with cold eyes.
"Why are you targeting innocent civilians? They did nothing wrong, why should they become victims?"
"I'm doing this to make them valuable. Although their meager luck isn't worth my personal action, they become valuable in order to lure you out."
"You are hopeless."
Fusang, however, raised his chin nonchalantly, grabbed Xie Wanning by the neck, and chuckled, "Xie Wanning, you're really stubborn even when you're about to die."
"puff!"
Golden threads pierced through Xie Wanning's body, quickly spreading to her back and stripping her of her phoenix bones.
Holding the blood-stained phoenix bone, Fusang's eyes shone with excitement: "I'm finally going to succeed. I'm going to surpass this world. The position of the supreme god can only be mine."
He crushed the phoenix bone in one pinch, and the crimson flames flickered a few times before disappearing.
The good fortune entered Fusang's body like a spring breeze, making his face no longer pale.
"More, I need more."
However, its fortune gradually diminished, making it impossible for Japan to satisfy its needs.
Fusang closed her eyes, staring incredulously at the phoenix bone in her hand as her fortune gradually faded away.
"How could this happen? What about my luck? My luck!" Fusang's face turned red with anger as he looked down at Xie Wanning.
Lying in a pool of blood, Xie Wanning was somewhat dazed. She felt the breath of life fading away, and behind her was a warm sensation. She turned her head and saw only a patch of bright red.
It was bright red blood, but Xie Wanning blinked, feeling that everything in front of her was somewhat familiar.
Was she surrounded by blood, or a lush sea of spider lilies?
Fusang's voice grew fainter and fainter in her ears. Xie Wanning gently closed her eyes, and she seemed to hear Xie Wanxun's voice in her ear: "Wanning, live on, live on for me, okay?"
Xie Wanning let out a soft breath, as if she were saying "good".
Too many people have died in Fusang's schemes, the entire cultivation world has been destroyed, and now she is going to die too.
She felt no fear; she had experienced too much death.
She felt no pain; her body seemed to have been abandoned by her.
The soul was entangled in golden threads, nearly shattered.
But the will to live quietly resurfaced; she still cherished life because she had always loved this world.
Even though she was born into suffering, her path to adulthood was filled with lies and scheming, and death claimed her body hundreds of times, and pain constantly tempered her will, her life was never one of farewell to misfortune, but always accompanied by intrigue.
Her body lost its warmth, and her consciousness lost its vessel. Gazing upon the cultivation world filled with malice and redemption, Xie Wan Ning struggled and sank into a state of chaos.
However, she remained grateful for everything. All the pain and misfortune had woven into her life. Yet, there were still people who would unhesitatingly reach out and save her from dire straits time and time again.
Her masters and mistresses taught her skills; her fellow disciples and students from various sects were willing to follow and trust her; her lover was able to tolerate her vulnerability and give everything for her.
Even if a sapling grows out of a crack, and it has to go through countless hardships to sprout and struggle to survive in the storm, it will never forget the ray of sunlight that illuminated its darkness and brought it warmth and hope.
It will be grateful for the appearance of that light, and will face endless calamities to grow into a towering tree that sways precariously in the fierce wind, yet stands tall from beginning to end.
Xie Wanning's soul split into countless pieces, and each piece held only one thought.
She would live on, carrying everyone's hopes with her. She didn't want to die, and she wouldn't die.
Her life will bring continuity to all living beings.
"Luck, why is there so much luck!" Fusang looked at Xie Wanning's body in disbelief. The body that had lost its soul was gathering luck.
"They're all mine! All of these are mine!" Fusang shouted, taking a step forward, wanting to seize more of the fortune.
However, a golden barrier enveloped Xie Wanning's body, and Fusang was forcefully repelled as she tried to approach.
Fusang fell to the ground. He stretched out his hand, and countless golden threads flew out from his palm, surging towards Xie Wan Ning, but were all blocked by the protective barrier.
"So what? A body without a soul simply cannot withstand so much fortune." Fusang said through gritted teeth, staring longingly at the fortune, leaning forward, wishing he could pounce on it.
"jingle!"
A clear and resonant bell rang out, echoing throughout the entire realm of gods.
At the same time, the bell at Xie Wan Ning's waist swayed continuously, with a faint glimmer of light.
Countless streams of fortune surged forth, radiating dazzling light, continuously flowing into Xie Wan Ning's body and repairing its wounds.
Suddenly, ten wisps of energy emanated from the bell, only to vanish again.
air.
Xie Wanning's shattered soul drifted away, yet she refused to leave the realm of gods.
"Senior Sister's soul has shattered into so many pieces. If Master finds out, I don't know how heartbroken he will be," Meng Qingyue said with worry as she swiftly collected the soul fragments.
Qiao Qingzi looked tenderly at the soul fragment in her hand, gently comforting it. Meanwhile, Su Anying rode the black ox, relentlessly chasing after the soul fragment.
“Junior Sister Xie has always been strong, and she is still so now, with her soul fragments all gathered together. However, Junior Sister Xie sometimes still needs to learn to rely on others, like me.” Zhong Yingxiu said with heartache, manipulating the formation to condense the soul fragments.
“This is the kind of demeanor a sect leader should have, isn’t it, Ling?” Xia Mengqi asked Ji Yun curiously.
Ji Yun nodded in agreement, saying, "Junior Sister Xie has the demeanor of a Pavilion Master. She is indeed the best candidate to become the Pavilion Master of the Shadow Pavilion."
“Of course, Wan Ning is the best at everything.” Qing Qiu Yu proudly wagged her tail as she, transformed into a fox, darted among the fragments of souls, trying every means to condense them together.
Upon hearing this, Qin Muyang smiled faintly. He reached out and caught a falling fragment of soul as if holding a soft feather. He sighed softly, "Wan Ning, I'm sorry you've suffered."
Meanwhile, Si Jinchuan leisurely picked up a fragment of a soul and casually tossed it into the air.
"Smack!" A hand slammed into his head. Xie Wanxun looked at him coldly: "Get your work done!"
"Yes, Wanxun."
Seeing the anger on Xie Wanxun's face, Si Jinchuan became serious.
Xie Wanxun turned around and saw a lonely fragment of a soul. She carefully held it in her hand: "It must have been so hard for you, Wan Ning."
In less than half an incense stick's time, everyone gathered together and merged the soul fragments in their hands.
As the crowd gradually disappeared, their eyes remained bright. They believed that Xie Wanning would lead the cultivation world out of its predicament and into the future.
"jingle!"
Xie Wanning slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with a clear, light blue light, and a single tear rolled down her cheek.