Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 137: Chapter 103: Siblings Diverge, No More Birthdays! Rooster Day of the Metal Mao_2

”Consciousness True Flame ignites all acupoints; how can mere brilliance compare to the stars... In this world, only the innate light can rival the celestial starry sky...” Bai Buran said heavily.

”You mean...”

”Primordial Spirit!?”

”That madman is from the Wuwei Sect...” Zhang Fan’s expression slightly changed.

”That madman is not just an ordinary expert from the Wuwei Sect but one of the Thirteen Zodiacs, the ’Rooster’...”

”Rooster!?” Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow.

”Chicken Siye, able to see the celestial stars.” Bai Buran said deeply.

”Using the method of extinction and rebirth to seek the path of non-action and longevity, stealing vitality amid killing intent...” Bai Buran’s gaze was profound, his words heavy.

”The demons of the Wuwei Sect are indeed adept at beguiling hearts, not running a pyramid scheme seems a waste of talent.”

”Wen Qin was too young, easily beguiled by a few words. He indulged in that power, the pleasure of pursuing power, making it difficult for him to extricate himself...”

”Under that madman’s guidance, his cultivation improved rapidly...”

”The gap between him and Wen He became smaller and smaller; each magical combat, one could see his astonishing growth, even Cui Siye was greatly surprised...”

”Such a gaze, such praise, made Wen Qin increasingly indulge in this power, yet between him and Wen He there seemed to be a certain distance maintained...”

”This kind of distance seemed impossible to erase, making him increasingly anxious and aggressive...”

”Did he gradually lose himself?” Zhang Fan frowned.

Bai Buran shook his head: ”If it were only this, perhaps it wouldn’t be enough to crush him...”

”But at that moment, Cui Siye made a decision, the decision that turned fate completely to a crossroads...”

”What?” Zhang Fan asked instinctively.

”Cui Siye decided to pass the Divine Evil Fighting Robe to Wen He, declaring her the sole heir of the Divine Evil Sect.”

The injustice of fate was poignantly evident; clearly, he was the sole heir, the so-called sister merely basked in his light, stealing and learning a few skills, yet why at the end, the sister took away everything from him, Master’s affection, Divine Evil’s heritage, even the Sect’s Treasure had to fall into sister’s hands.

”By then, Wen Qin had already refined many people’s primordial spirits, his mindset gradually twisted...” Bai Buran said heavily.

No one could take away everything from him, and no one could surpass him... By then, Wen Qin’s heart held only this thought.

He found that madman, his so-called uncle, and took the final step.

”The final step?” Zhang Fan was puzzled.

”There is an extremely insidious skill in the Divine Evil Sect...” Bai Buran pondered briefly and then said.

”You must know, life in this world is not only influenced by celestial divine evil but also by lifebound Yuan Chen, and the greatest influence comes from the parental house, partner house, and children house.”

”If one seeks the Immortal Technique, they must sever mundane ties... if the parents’ starlight is drawn to oneself, then no life, no death, no father, no mother, one can transcend original limits...”

”This technique is called ’Severed Relationship’...”

”Could it be...”

Zhang Fan’s eyes trembled, and a conjecture surged in his heart, yet he dared not believe it.

”That year in July... lunar ghost month, people were already burning joss paper on the streets, honoring the deceased... it was also Wen He’s birthday...”

”That day, she returned home, and Wen Qin gave his sister yet another grand gift in her life.

Suspended corpses of parents, red candles burning, guiding stars.

In a pool of blood, her parents were long devoid of life, Wen Qin’s hands stained with blood, with madness in his eyes, he smiled at Wen He...

”Now, sister cannot take anything away.”

”Painful, isn’t it? Is it as painful as when you took everything from me!?”

The mad laughter echoed inside the coffin-like house, mocking fate.

”Sibling paths diverge, life and death confront!?” Zhang Fan’s eyesight deepened, not expecting ever that the once warm-hearted Wen He had such a past.

”A great battle was inevitable... in the end, sister had the upper hand...”

Wen Qin died in Wen He’s arms; at the end, he repented, like when he made mistakes as a child, tightly holding his sister, but forgiveness was never received, his breath was cut off.

Seeing the corpses of her parents and brother before her, seeing hands full of blood, Wen He’s world collapsed...

She cried heart-wrenchingly, as if this time she must shed all her life’s tears.

Her Consciousness surged, nearly entering Great Night’s darkness.

Cui Siye rushed over, using the Star Prayer Technique to nourish Wen He’s primordial spirit, pulling her back from Great Night’s edge.

Since then, Cui Siye was nearly exhausted and burnt out.

At this moment, the madman hidden in shadow finally emerged.

He admired his masterpiece, eyes full of radiance.

”You won...” Cui Siye bowed his head.

”Senior brother, since stepping into this small town, you were already losing.”

At that time, the madman revealed everything; his Star Fighting Skill was profoundly skilled, having already stolen celestial secrets, calculated Cui Siye’s disciple connection, arriving at the small town before him.

”The siblings were left for you as a gift... they’re your nemesis... your destiny bound to remain here because of them...”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan couldn’t help showing a peculiar expression, the Wuwei Sect expert’s calculations were deep, manipulating hearts more terrifying than imagined.

”Cui Siye’s final resistance ultimately paved a path for young Wen He; they fled to the dam outside the town...”

”There, Cui Siye passed the Divine Evil Fighting Robe to young Wen He...”

”By then, the madman finally tracked them...”

”Cui Siye died... young Wen He was thrown down the dam by him before dying, whether alive or dead, left to fate.”

Words to this point, Bai Buran sighed softly.

”She survived.”

”Indeed, she survived, found by me...” Bai Buran looked at the ceiling, a trace of reminiscing flashed in his eyes.

Since then, Wen He seemed to have developed an emotional disorder, her emotions seemingly only consisted of smiles, or perhaps it was a mask hiding her sorrowful past.

”After that day, she never celebrated her birthday again.”

”Sister Wen... suffered greatly.” Zhang Fan lamented.

”Only by experiencing countless tribulations can one understand, transcend into immortality...” Bai Buran said heavily.

The tribulation is the elixir of immortality for cultivators; from the day one steps onto the path of cultivation, the road ahead is destined to be filled with thorns.

”The Dao Heart arises, the Demonic Aspect comes to life.” Zhang Fan said gravely.

In blurred memories, someone once said to him: anyone with a heart for cultivation will be tested by endless tribulations and demonic aspects, thus the tribulations of cultivators are greater than the average person.

Night deepened.

At the East Suburban Cemetery, Wen He adjusted her glasses, bent over, and arranged the offerings and flowers brought on four tombstones in front, each inscribed clearly:

Father, Wen Liang’s Tomb.

Mother, Warm’s Tomb.

Brother, Wen Qin’s Tomb.

Master, Cui Siye’s Tomb.

”I came to see you again!”

Wen He lightly smiled, the night wind blew, falling strands of hair covered her face.

”Young Wen He, it’s been years, couldn’t imagine you hid in Yujing City.”

At this moment, an aged hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the vast darkness, echoing through the boundless graveyard.

Wen He heard this voice, her body lightly trembled, as if struck by lightning.

”Senior brother, you truly took a good disciple...”

Thud, thud, thud...

With a slow series of footsteps, the voice grew closer, Wen He turned to look, seeing an elder with a head of grayed hair coming under the night, stepping on the moonlight.

”Jin Mao Day!” Wen He’s beautiful face was devoid of any color, lips slightly parted, uttering a name unforgettable even in death.

”Young niece, long time no see.” Jin Mao Day carried a bag of apples, grinning lightly.

Booming...

As soon as the words left his mouth, the glasses Wen He wore suddenly shattered, a killing intent as solid as substance burst forth.

”Kill you!”