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Spirit Sword Destiny He poured himself a glass of wine and slowly drank it down.
The night breeze passed through the pavilion, yet it did nothing to dispel the gloom in his heart.
The Azure Essence Pill had already been handed over to the leader. However, this hard-earned elixir still could not cure his ailment; at most, it could only extend his life by five years.
Even with such a meager chance of survival, he could not give up.
He needed more time to search for clues about an Elixir that could heal the leader. Sometimes he would doubt whether such an Elixir even existed.
As a transmigrator, he knew more secrets than anyone else except for the all-knowing Celestial Being. Yet he had never heard of this kind of medicine; it did not appear in the original plot. If it weren't for the leader's body collapsing and losing control of their spiritual power near the end, how would the main characters have qualified to challenge them?
Spirit Sword Destiny recalled the calm words of the leader Shen Jinglan during the day: "There shouldn't be anyone below who can withstand ten moves under my hand."
He downed another glass of wine, unable to suppress a laugh.
What good is it... what good is it?
Wasn't it precisely because of his unique constitution and rapid increase in power that he had become what he was today?
Several ancestors from the Shen Family who shared the same constitution had perished due to their Flesh collapsing. This constitution would continuously absorb spiritual energy from the surroundings even if one stopped cultivating; just by breathing and moving, their bodies would draw in energy endlessly.
The higher the cultivation level, the faster one would die.
If only the leader had been able to completely disperse their power back then and gradually solidify their Flesh, there might have been hope. Now, it was already too late to turn back.
Before Spirit Sword Destiny, scenes from many years ago seemed to reappear.
He traveled through time, feeling indifferent about living. Before his journey, he had just experienced the tragic loss of his parents in a car accident, and his respected mentor was under investigation for misconduct. He had left a stain on his record, and his future looked bleak... After confirming that he could not return, he felt apathetic about life. However, he still wanted to accomplish one thing: he wanted to see with his own eyes who truly ranked first in this world.
Before all these events unfolded, he had played "Lin Yan," and the ultimate character, Shen Jinglan, was the one he admired the most.
At that time, the Upright Path was pursuing Shen Jinglan. As a disciple of a prestigious sect, he unfortunately befriended a friend from the Evil Path. That friend happened to acquire a long-lost celestial manual from the Shen Family's ancestors. If practiced according to this manual, it could greatly slow down the deterioration of his Flesh. Knowing that Shen Jinglan needed this manual more, the friend intended to deliver it but accidentally leaked information along the way and was killed for it.
The one who committed the murder was also a righteous Daoist—killing an evil sect demon and obtaining several items from him; wasn't that for the greater good? Could it be called murder for treasure?
Upon learning of this incident, Shen Jinglan went to confront them. No one knew how their argument escalated; people only saw him emerge from the mountain gate covered in blood and limping. Inside the gate, blood seeped three inches into the ground, and dozens of people from this mid-tier sect became corpses.
Such actions were no different from those of demonic paths. The Upright Path issued a kill order to eradicate this unforgivable demon!
Wounded and on the run, Shen Jinglan fought while fleeing.
According to Spirit Sword Destiny's speculation, when they found him in a remote town, he was nearly at his wits' end.
Fortunately, even at that moment, he maintained his composure and did not resemble those who would become frightened birds. To those who did not show hostility toward him, he remained calm and even smiled at Spirit Sword Destiny.
That smile had not changed since he was an ambitious newcomer of the Righteous Path until this moment when illness had tormented him for years. Bright, confident, filled with an infectious power.
"Do you really want to follow me?" he asked.
"Yes, I want to follow you," Spirit Sword Destiny replied.
"Good, then I will take you with me!"
He reached out to Spirit Sword Destiny, then took the child's tender hand and lifted him onto his Fiery Steed.
The cloak was like blood, disappearing into the distance.
He did not question Spirit Sword Destiny about why he wanted to follow him, nor did he ever express it. Now that he was struggling to protect himself, how could he take on the burden of a child with no cultivation?
Wasn't Spirit Sword Destiny also abandoning a life that could have been lived simply, choosing a much more perilous path?
Shen Jinglan took him and fled into the Demon Realm of Youzhou.
Before that, they had encountered several ambushes. Shen Jinglan had never promised anything, yet he fought desperately to protect him, safeguarding this child who persistently followed him.
Spirit Sword Destiny did not leave his side during his most difficult times. When he was unconscious, Spirit Sword Destiny stayed by his side, feeding him water, cleaning and bandaging his wounds. He even personally killed a hunter who discovered their whereabouts.
Once they entered Youzhou, the pursuit by the Righteous Path finally ceased.
This place was barren, filled with demons and monsters, more terrifying than the most dangerous places in the human realm. Cultivators who had no choice but to escape here had never returned alive.
They spent an unforgettable period of time hiding and suffering injuries until Shen Jinglan's cultivation broke through time and again. He subdued the Night Wolf King, defeated the Lord of the Shimmering Demon, and eradicated the Blood Demon clan roaming the land of Youzhou... Eventually establishing the Evil Sect, ruling over Youzhou, becoming the leader of a sect and a demon lord dominating the demon realm.
He had advised Shen Jinglan multiple times to disperse his power and start anew, but it was not feasible...
The foundation of the Evil Sect was still unstable, and his own strength was insufficient. If Shen Jinglan were to disperse his power amidst the Horde of Demons surrounding them, how could they protect themselves?
Shen Jinglan insisted on not dispersing his power; his cultivation grew higher and higher while his condition became increasingly severe.
At this point, even dispersing his energy was useless. Even if he released all the spiritual power from his body, it would only take a moment for his body, which was crazily absorbing spiritual energy, to replenish all the spiritual power again!
Spiritual power had become a burden for him. This reckless expansion without regard for the host reminded Spirit Sword Destiny of a common incurable disease in the world he came from before his transmigration.
Shen Jinglan indeed suffered from an incurable disease... one that could not be treated with any Elixir.
Spirit Sword Destiny tightened his grip on the wine glass, his fingers slowly constricting, veins bulging out.
He initially just wanted to see what kind of character he admired, but unexpectedly, he became genuinely invested...
The bond formed through shared hardships was always deeper than other kinds of feelings. Shen Jinglan was better and more outstanding than he had superficially understood while playing the game. Decades ago, before being tormented by illness, he was even quite a handsome man.
For Spirit Sword Destiny, "living" was no longer something indifferent.
He wanted to survive and wanted Shen Jinglan to survive as well. If that was truly impossible, then at least let Shen Jinglan live on.
Since fate had arranged for him to come here, could it also listen to his wishes?
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