frightfiction Chapter 631 He Wants to Prove Him
Chapter 631 He Wants to Prove Him
The moment the endless sea of fire descended upon him, Zhu Hezhen thought he was going to be burned to death in the East Sea.
Who knew that after hastily uttering his "last words," he would open his eyes to find not the scorching heat he had imagined.
Green mountains and clear waters, strange peaks and dancing cranes.
This is the Xuanhuang Sect.
After the scorching heat of the blazing sun subsided, Zhu He surprisingly returned to the Xuanhuang Sect, which he had been away from for more than a decade.
Since the Demon Clan launched a major attack many years ago, most of the Golden Core stage disciples of the Six Sects and Twelve Schools were urgently transferred to the front lines. Zhu He has not returned to the Xuanhuang Sect for fourteen years.
Those who cultivate immortality never forget anything in their lifetime, and the higher their cultivation level, the clearer they remember. Over the years, Zhu He has escaped death several times on the battlefield of the desolate region, and has killed countless demons and gods with his heavy sword. He is jokingly called the "Sword Madman" by his colleagues in the army and cultivators from other sects.
Min Chang was responsible for looking after Zhu He. She often saw Zhu He getting injured all over his body in battles with the demons. She forced her to go back to learning medicine from a magic cultivator, all to prevent Zhu He from killing himself on the battlefield of the desolate region.
When Zhu He, with his Golden Core cultivation, fought against a Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator, he not only had several ribs broken, but his entire chest cavity was pierced by the demon's horns, and his flesh was torn into threads and pulled out, a truly gruesome sight.
If it weren't for the protective mirror that Xue Lan had crafted for him, he would have had all his meridians devoured by that demon on the spot.
It was Min Chang who rescued him with the help of Daoist Ziyun.
The female cultivator in ice-blue robes pulled him off the demonic horns and stuffed precious pills into Zhu He's mouth as if they were free:
"I need to tell Xiaoxiao about this."
Zhu He's consciousness was somewhat blurred at the time, and all he could see was the perpetually dark sky of the desolate region.
He spoke in a hoarse voice:
"You can say that... but first... cough cough... get me cured."
"You know that's not what Senior Sister Min was talking about!"
Ji Jinjin’s angry voice reached his ears. His junior sister had fought her way through the entire demon horde to find him. She took out the pill that Kong Mingzi had given him when he left Xuanhuang Sect.
"Senior Sister Min, use this."
Kongmingzi was a disciple of Xuanji Zhenren, the only medical cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm in the lower realm. Naturally, the medicine he gave him was the best in the lower realm. A few pills were enough to keep Zhu He alive and even replenish his vital energy.
It allows him to speak in a way that annoys people.
Zhu He remembers what he said at the time.
He leaned against the corpse of the Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator behind him and said to Ji Jinjin in a hoarse, clumsy voice:
"Junior sister, why don't you beat me up..."
Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind swept towards him, and the tip of the Xuan Sha Spear was pointed at his brow. Ji Jinjin's face was full of anger.
Bright red blood flowed from between the fingers of the girl's hand that was holding the gun.
Her voice was strong and clear:
"My spear will only be pointed at demons and scum."
Zhu He realized that he had upset Ji Jinjin.
His junior sister has always been a woman like that spear, her back always straight, no matter how heartbroken she is.
"Sorry……"
The boy lying on the demon's corpse spoke in a hoarse voice:
"I did something wrong."
"But everyone was looking at me."
Xuanhuang Sect, Master and Senior Sister.
The sect paid a heavy price to preserve his innate sword bone.
His family has endured so much.
"I just don't want to... disappoint them."
He wanted to prove himself to those in the lower realm who doubted his descent into demonic possession.
To prove that he would not fall into demonic possession, and that not only would he not fall into demonic possession, but he would also be irreconcilably opposed to the demon race.
He wanted to prove that Xue Lan and Ling Yuanzi's judgment was correct.
Even if it costs me my life.
So he became a "sword fanatic".
"Your current state is what truly disappoints them!"
Ji Jinjin's stern words interrupted Zhu He's thoughts. The young man slowly sat up on the demon corpse and saw his junior sister's red eyes.
At that time, Ji Jinjin had only recently taken command of the Shengyu Army, and was not yet the General Ji who was now, capable of strategizing and winning battles from afar without showing her emotions. Her voice was hoarse:
"You know that this is not what your sect wants."
"Everyone... just wants you to live a good life."
Min Shang had left with Zi Yun Dao Jun at some point, leaving only Ji Jin Jin and Zhu He behind.
Zhu He nodded slowly:
"I know……"
"Junior sister...I know."
But he had no choice.
Do you remember when Xiao Wu first arrived at Jiyuan Peak and fell into a coma, Zhu He once asked Xue Lan about it?
What a fine child! How did he end up like that because of the targeting he received from others?
Why are you so stubborn? Can't you just move on?
At that time, Xue Lan was refining a weapon, and the firelight inside the furnace illuminated the girl's face, making it appear as warm as jade.
Xue Lan accepted the food Zhu He brought, then patted her chest.
"I just can't get over it in my heart."
"No one on Jiyue Mountain cares about her, and those who do care about her are not by her side."
"In his desperate pursuit, he tormented himself day after day."
"In my desperate quest, I tormented myself day after day..."
Zhu He softly repeated Xue Lan's words, then slapped his forehead and said blankly:
"Then she doesn't need to beg anymore; she is now our child of Jiyuan Peak."
“I cooked delicious food for her and threw all the people who bullied her into Luoxia Mountain.”
"As long as Xiao Wu is doing well, that's all that matters."
"As long as you're alright..."
Returning to the present, Zhu He slowly walked along the path below Xuanling Peak towards the square in front of the mountain, and couldn't help but laugh out loud along the way.
The person who said "It's fine as long as I'm doing well" probably never imagined that one day he would drive himself into a sword maniac and almost get killed by his junior sister with a single spear thrust.
I really don't know what I was thinking back then.
I wonder where they learned to be so stubborn and inflexible...
The moment the young man's thought arose, someone outside the illusion sneezed twice in a row.
"what happened?"
Xue Lan hugged herself, somewhat puzzled.
"Has she already fallen ill simply because she overdrawn some of her demon soul power?"
"Is that what you call demonic soul power?"
The girl Xiaotong, standing next to Xue Lan, rolled her eyes:
"You've probably been secretly insulted!"
Xue Lan: That makes sense.
The Wolf King was very interested in who was cursing her, so he immediately got up from his recliner, picked up a red thread in the void, and began to calculate.
"Let me see, it's that reckless demon... Zhu He!"
"Zhuhe?"
Hearing Xue Lan's voice, Xue Tong leaned forward curiously:
"Does he now have the nerve to stab you in the back?"
Xue Lan waved to the girl:
"No."
"You think too highly of Zhu He."
The woman's voice carried a hint of pride:
"What kind of pure and kind people can I teach? They're nothing more than sycophantic teachers behind the scenes."
Xue Tong glanced at the man, then spoke in a sarcastic tone:
"He's just a cricket-like teacher behind the scenes."
"That's right. Who could be so disrespectful to you? You even threatened to strike your grandmaster with lightning."
Xue Lan couldn't hold back her laughter any longer, her hands trembling as she shook them:
"Young and impetuous, he acted eccentrically."
"Stop talking!"
The kind and generous Xue Tong decided to grant the Wolf King's wish and refrain from further revealing his shortcomings.
She placed the soul-guiding object she was holding on her shoulder and spoke:
"Since you can calculate that the cricket is from Zhuhe, can you see what's happening on his side?"
"The karmic consequences of changing one's fate are too great, and it's not convenient for me to directly intervene. It's better not to look into it."
Xue Lan responded to Xue Tong crisply and readily, and said with a smile:
"I believe in my junior brother."
Xue Tong recalled the details of Xue Lan's previous help in changing people's fates.
Whether it was the close friend Long Siyin or the casual acquaintance Jing Ruyu, Xue Lan truly did not interfere with the most crucial aspect of changing fate.
The girl spoke with some worry:
"Xue Lan, I'm a little worried."
The Wolf King didn't respond to her, but instead rested his chin on his hand and quietly watched Xue Tong, making the girl behind him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"What?"
"Xiao Tong." Xue Lan called out Xue Tong's name:
"After everything is over, I will definitely give you and Lu Feng a long vacation so you can travel and enjoy the scenery."
"A long holiday?"
"And my share?"
Xue Tong and Lu Feng, who had been lost in thought, spoke at the same time; one was puzzled, and the other simply didn't believe it.
"Yes."
Xue Lan casually put away the red thread she used for divination and looked at the two people in front of her with a smile:
Why this reaction?
"You have a fever?"
Xue Tong remembered that Xue Lan was prone to illness once her demon soul left her body, so she stepped forward and skillfully touched the person's forehead, while also rubbing the soft, large ears:
"No."
"Xue Tong!"
Lord Wolf King raised his hand to cover his ears:
"I suspect you're taking advantage of me."
Xiaotong spoke frankly:
"Don't doubt it, it is."
Lord Wolf was speechless and decided not to speak to Xue Tong, instead turning to look at Lu Feng:
"What do you mean by this? What do you mean there's still a share for you?"
Lu Feng, who was staring intently at the hibiscus tree so close to him, slowly turned on the machine upon hearing this and said softly:
"I thought you treated me like livestock. Do livestock get holidays too?"
Xue Tong couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the girl patted Xue Lan's shoulder, her voice trembling:
"Lord Wolf King, your chosen one has finally entered his rebellious phase."
After being manipulated by Xue Lan for countless years, the Child of Heaven took revenge on Xue Lan by playing dumb and living a half-dead life.
And it achieved remarkable results, because Lord Wolf King broke down his guard and whispered in the young man's ear:
"I've decided not to give you a holiday!"
Lu Feng was half-dead:
"as long as you are happy."
Xue Lan gritted her teeth, looking at Xue Tong and lowering her voice:
"He's a bit infuriating."
Xue Tong, who was poking the little face on her shoulder, commented upon hearing this:
"He's your nemesis now."
"You're my nemesis?" Xue Lan looked at herself and then at Lu Feng with some confusion.
“That’s right.” Little Tong nodded solemnly.
Although Lord Wolf King usually seems lazy and easygoing, his execution ability is actually terrifyingly high. If he wants to kill the Demon God at midnight, he will definitely not wait until midnight.
The kind of person who fears Lu Feng the most is someone who sprouts wherever he falls.
It was a direct confrontation.
Xue Tong: "No wonder he is the chosen one of Heaven. Even after being suppressed for many years, he can still make you, a traitor of Heaven, uncomfortable."
Upon hearing this, Xue Lan smoothly reclined on the lounge chair:
"Stop talking, my body is feeling a bit uncomfortable, I'm going to sleep now."
Xue Lan lay down comfortably, while Zhu He in the illusion sat down on the ground with a thud.
Zhu He was feeling very uneasy because he had discovered something very important.
This illusion doesn't seem to be the Xuanhuang Sect of today.
Because he was holding a younger version of himself in his hand.
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
A boy's scream reached her ears, and Zhu He gently raised her hand and made a small hand seal:
"quiet."
As soon as the words were spoken, the boy who had been screaming fell silent instantly.
Zhu He grabbed his arm and pulled him in front of him, and saw something familiar on the boy's wrist.
The golden bracelet is inlaid with source crystals, on which flow two colors of spiritual energy that do not intertwine.
That was the first generation of spirit-shaping ring that Xue Lan had crafted for him.
The young man slowly raised his head to look at the silent boy opposite him, meeting his clear eyes that were exactly the same as his own.
General Zhu didn't want to admit it, but he had no choice but to.
In the illusion of merging spiritual roots, he saw himself from more than ten years ago.
Clear-eyed foolishness; it makes me unhappy.
It's a shape I don't remember.
After all, in Zhu He's memory, he was always laughing like an idiot when he was in the Xuanhuang Sect, and he had a very happy time.
"Sit still, I have a few questions for you."
Filled with doubt, Zhu He lifted the boy's silencing spell and pressed his hand against his forehead:
"How did it get like this?"
"Where is Senior Sister?"
When asked the first question, young Zhu He still had a stubborn look in his eyes, but when asked the second question, his eyes were already red.
Zhu He sensed something was wrong, so he asked again:
"Where is your senior sister?"
Zhu He had spent many years on the battlefield in the desolate region, leaving him with many scars, and his face was no longer as fair and tender as it had been in his youth, so the young Zhu He opposite him did not recognize him.
He looked at Zhu He and spoke:
Are you a friend of my senior?
"You're a little late. Senior Sister has already passed away."
Zhu He's heart skipped a beat.
A light blue halo emanated from the two people at the center of the back mountain of Xuanling Peak, spreading outwards.
Zhu He knew that what was in front of him might be an illusion, or something he feared.
Everything is fake.
But the young man's palms were still sweaty, and he slowly asked:
"Senior sister...how did she perish?"
Young Zhu He raised his hand and wiped away his tears:
"They died of illness when their vitality was exhausted at the time of the Beginning of Summer."
"Xue Lan, something's happened to Zhu He!"
The urgent voice of the inner demon rang in her mind, and Xue Lan, who was on the recliner, suddenly opened her eyes.
The inner demon guarding Zhu He looked at the raging sun and flames before him, its fingertips tracing a wisp of spacetime power.
At that time and space, there was an aura she was most familiar with.
Xue Lan's aura.
"The plot has pulled Zhu He back into the original storyline."
The initial shock at the demon's voice was forcefully suppressed by Xue Lan. The Wolf King raised a hand to press his brow, his voice carrying the sound of wind and snow.
"It was just a moment's lapse in judgment..."
A wisp of time and space stirred up during the life-or-death struggle with the inner demon in the Wan Gong Fang has now become a bargaining chip in the plot's calculations against him.
"I regret it now."