kingnovel Chapter 487 You Shouldn't Have Went
Chapter 487 You Shouldn't Have Went
The torrential rain continued to pour down, making Feixia Peak, which is as spring-like as it is all year round, seem to be submerged. Dark, rolling clouds piled up layer after layer, and the downpour descended from the sky, shrouding the entire mountain in gloom and rain.
The rain poured down, soaking my body and causing a dense, stinging pain.
Flowers, grass, trees... everything in sight was washed clean by the heavy rain. Trees were broken, water rushed out of shallow streams, and the rain pattered against the dark, dull glazed tiles.
The distant mountains and nearby areas are almost invisible.
In the midst of this torrential rain, Jiang Liqian knelt outside Feixia Palace, utterly distraught. Rainwater streamed down her head, face, and soaked, cold clothes, and she felt as if she were about to be submerged by the endless downpour.
"Da da da!"
I heard anxious splashing sounds behind me.
Master Chongdao hurried over here and saw the thin, trembling figure in the heavy rain. He sighed silently and slowed his pace as he walked over.
"Qian'er, come back with me. Your body has been tainted by demonic energy and must be cleansed immediately. If it lingers, it will damage your foundation."
Raindrops pattered on the withered branches, breaking them inch by inch, each inch a scene of desolation.
"Qian'er..." There was no sound or response. Master Chongdao couldn't help but move closer and gently stroke the top of her head.
He wanted to say something more, such as that destiny is predetermined and cannot be changed by human effort, that it is all about time and fate, that the dead are gone and the living should cherish life, and that separation and death are common occurrences for people, and also common occurrences for cultivators.
The path to immortality is long and winding, spanning three thousand years in a single thought. Even the closest of bonds and the people you can't bear to part with will eventually be lost.
It's just a matter of sooner or later.
But at this moment, looking at his young apprentice's swaying, almost broken face, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
He understands.
As long as one is human, one will be heartbroken, feel excruciating pain, and have moments when one feels that death is better than life.
What's more, his young apprentice is so young, only a teenager, yet he has to endure so much separation and death...
He couldn't find the words to comfort her. As her master, all he could do was stay with her and endure the unbearable pain and guilt in the pouring rain.
After an unknown amount of time, the gates of Feixia Palace finally opened, and a crimson figure walked out from inside. Her beauty was breathtaking, and her figure was graceful. With just a gentle touch, she emitted the highest and most unattainable rosy light of Feixia Peak.
She was dressed in a robe of rosy clouds and walked step by step into the rain. The rain poured down on her, but it was all deflected by the spiritual light surrounding her.
The soft skirt was covered with silver flakes, yet remained dry. Floating and sinking pearl tassels swept across the muddy white jade ground. Crimson nail polish was hidden in the peony-embroidered cuffs, with only a trace of pale white peeking out from the water mist.
She stopped in front of the girl whose clothes were soaked.
Jiang Li's pale, icy face finally showed a slight expression. She stiffly twisted her neck and slowly raised her head, but her misty eyes dared not look at her. Her long eyelashes trembled incessantly, drowning in the rain.
A moment later, a silk handkerchief was placed on her face, gently wiping away the tears that kept welling up in the pouring rain.
"Listen to me, go back with your master."
Jiang Liqian struggled to hold back, lowered her head, and knelt deeply before her like an unforgivable criminal: "Godmother, I'm sorry, I... I couldn't bring my sister back..."
"Kill me, I'm willing to pay with my life."
With tears welling up in her eyes and her voice choked with emotion, Hongyun Zhenren said, "Silly child, this is not your fault. Go back now and be good."
"That's not how it is!" Jiang Liqian's pent-up pain finally broke down. She grabbed Hongyun Zhenren's skirt and screamed through tears, "That's not how it is! I should have held onto her hand and not let go. If I hadn't let go of her, if I had been able to pull that child up faster than her, if I hadn't agreed to take her down the mountain with me, she wouldn't have died, and Beiyao wouldn't have died!"
"It's my fault. I was too arrogant. I thought I could protect her, but actually... I'm nothing, I'm nothing!"
Jiang Li lay prostrate on the ground, sobbing bitterly.
If only she hadn't agreed to take Lianlian down the mountain.
If only we had realized something was wrong sooner, we could have taken them away from the south of the city.
If she had never met them and never opened her heart to them, Lianlian wouldn't have wanted to go down the mountain with her, and Beiyao wouldn't have wanted to come along... Why do people who are so important to her always leave her?
It shouldn't be like this.
Why should it be like this?
"Qian'er!" Master Chongdao strode forward and caught Jiang Liqian, who had lost control of her emotions and fainted from exhaustion. Before the panic on his face had disappeared, a cold demonic aura surged from between her eyebrows and went straight for her dantian.
He quickly waved his sleeve and set up a small demon-controlling array between her eyebrows, temporarily slowing down the demonic energy's erosion of her body.
Hongyun Zhenren was surprised that she had been tainted by demonic energy. She immediately knelt down and channeled pure spiritual energy into her to help her resist the invasion of demonic energy.
The gates of Feixia Palace opened again, and someone slowly walked out.
With just one step forward, he was already in front of them.
"Sect Leader, Junior Brother, Qian'er, she..." Master Chongdao looked at his little disciple's pale face with suspicion and uncertainty.
The demonic energy emanating from her seemed... very different, not like it was infiltrated from the outside, but rather seemed to be originating from within...
The immortal with a face as white as snow said nothing, but simply waved his hand, and a beam of white light enveloped Jiang Liqian. The rain seemed to pause for a moment at this moment, and then it continued to pour down.
The white light disappeared, and the person vanished without a trace.
“Qian’er…” Hongyun Zhenren’s eyes showed worry.
"She'll be alright." Qingzhi cast a cold, indifferent gaze upon her, then changed the subject, asking, "Are you really leaving?"
Hongyun lowered her eyes and forced a smile: "Yes, my daughter is gone. Shouldn't a mother avenge her?"
She paused, her eyes stinging and she couldn't hold back her tears any longer, ruining her carefully applied makeup. She quickly wiped them away with her hands: "This... this opportunity was won by me after a fight with that kid Yang Yun. He was outmatched, so he left the matter of avenging his disciple to me. He stayed to help me watch over Feixia Peak."
Qingzhi's gaze lingered for a moment before slowly shifting to the torrential rain. His voice remained cold and detached, each word spoken with ruthlessness and indifference: "You shouldn't have gone, and he shouldn't have gone either."
Hongyun wiped away her tears and smiled bitterly, "Is this also the 'fruit' that Senior Brother calculated?"
Qingzhi didn't speak.
Hongyun turned her head and looked with him at the boundless, drizzling rain, and at the little spirit Qizhu, whom she had carefully cared for and protected in the rain.