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The immortal had waited for a long time, only to hear the heavy rain pattering down. Suddenly, the small figure standing in the rain let out a cold sneer.
For the sake of benefits and interests, to shield the murderer, and yet still try to persuade me to back off—this is what being an immortal is all about?
The immortal's face darkened with thinly veiled anger, his expression growing increasingly grim.
"I have shown you mercy because of your talent; that is why I have repeatedly advised you. Do not be ungrateful."
"I will give you this one chance. If you insist on seeking death, do not blame me for being merciless."
Qi Xiao let out a cold laugh, feeling an extreme sense of mockery.
So this is what it means to seek immortality and wisdom? All those claims of caring for the world and loving all beings are nothing but lies!
These lofty immortals are just as self-serving as ordinary mortals; there is no difference at all!
Thus, this path of cultivation is better left untraveled!
He looked ahead, and he did not know when a sword had appeared in his hand.
He had never wielded a sword before, yet at this moment, it felt incredibly suitable.
If heaven condones such injustice, then he would cut through the heavens!
With the sword in hand, he charged forward.
In that instant, a bolt of lightning struck down, illuminating the entire universe.
Boom!
Qi Xiao felt dazed, as if he had been asleep for a long time. When he awoke, his mind was filled with fragmented memories that floated in and out of focus. The people in those memories seemed like him but also felt distinctly different.
He watched helplessly as a child clung to a widow for support, finding joy amidst suffering. Then came the time when he became a disciple of the immortal, facing exclusion and difficulties. Finally, he returned home with good news only to learn that his family had suffered wrongful imprisonment.
He shook his head in confusion. What were these memories? Were they real or fake?
Clearly a dream, yet it felt as if he had truly experienced it all.
At the bottom of the river, a quietly coiling malevolent dragon slowly began to speak.
What is real or fake? It matters not; it is all just a dream. What matters most is what choices you make within that dream.
Choices?
The malevolent dragon continued, "You clearly had the opportunity to transcend mortality and seek immortality, yet you remain trapped by blood feuds, dying foolishly at the hands of an immortal. Is that worth it?"
From Qi Xiao's perspective, it was certainly not worth it.
In this life, his familial ties were tenuous; he did not even know who his biological parents were before being thrown into a crowd of commoners. Later on, he was picked up by Master Han Ying.
The word "family" felt far too distant for him.
To forsake an opportunity for greatness over some illusory familial affection was truly foolish.
But when he touched his chest, he felt a burning warmth within. The various scenes from his dreams felt so real, as if Widow Zhou was tenderly caring for him, thoughtfully considering his needs, which moved him deeply. If he truly had such a close kin, perhaps he would make the same choice as the one in his dreams.
Thinking of this, he gently nodded. I have no family to provide an answer, but that Qi Xiao in my dreams must be worth it.
After a long while, the Evil Dragon let out a soft laugh. Just so.
Then, a large ball of golden light was expelled from the Evil Dragon's mouth, slowly floating before him, warm and radiant like the sun. Qi Xiao lightly touched it and felt a warm current flowing from his fingertips through his limbs and bones, finally settling in his core, bringing him immense comfort.
He was astonished. What is this?
This is my source. I have been tainted too deeply by this malevolent energy; there is only this little bit of purity left, and I will entrust it to you. I hope that in the future you can use this power to eradicate injustice and evil, restoring peace to the world.
Qi Xiao immediately withdrew his hand with a bitter smile. He could clearly see what this dragon intended.
Senior, as an ordinary cultivator, I truly cannot bear your expectations.
The Evil Dragon stared at him intently. No, I can see it; destiny is with you. If even you cannot manage it, then this realm truly has no hope.
Senior, what do you mean by that?
Qi Xiao wanted to ask further, but the ball of light suddenly dove into his body, merging into every corner of him.
I have no time left. If it weren't for this urgency, I wouldn't force you.
Qi Xiao seemed to see a hint of darkness creeping into the Evil Dragon's golden eyes.
Senior, you—
I can't hold on much longer. Take this opportunity and act quickly.
Having lost its source, the dark energy began to surge violently within him after initially encroaching slowly; in just a few breaths, it had taken over most of his vision.
Hurry! Act quickly!
The Evil Dragon thrashed in the water as if engaged in a tug-of-war with another consciousness. Qi Xiao understood that this was not about willingness; if it were completely corrupted, everyone in Jiangling would be doomed to great calamity.
He gritted his teeth and drew his sword, struggling to stab at the exposed chest of the Sinister Dragon. In the next moment, dark energy surged, and the Sinister Dragon thrashed even more violently. But as the sword pierced through, something within it seemed to snap.
The Sinister Dragon froze, its eyes dimming instantly as it coiled at the bottom of the pool, lifeless.
Watching this scene, a pang of pain shot through Qi Xiao's heart. He swam upward with great effort, wiping the droplets from his eyes as a sigh echoed in his ears.
"Do not mourn for me; this is my chosen end. I have endured in the mural for many years to bring an end to the calamity I created. To die by your hand brings me solace."
Qi Xiao shook his head and reached the shore.
Jing Linglong, who had been doodling on the ground with a stick, was startled when she saw him and widened her eyes in disbelief. "W-What are you doing here all of a sudden? I thought that dragon had eaten you! Are you alright?"
Jing Linglong was overjoyed but noticed Qi Xiao standing there in a daze, deeply troubled. Seeing his eyes slightly red, she felt a jolt in her heart and spoke softly, "W-What’s wrong? Why do you look so unhappy?"
Qi Xiao shook his head and replied quietly, "Senior Dragon is dead."
"Oh, I see." Jing Linglong's eyes widened further. "What happened? Tell me!"
Qi Xiao could only recount what had transpired, his tone heavy with sorrow.
"It came out of the mural already intending to do this. It knew it could not control this polluted body, but it could control its own death, even if it meant perishing together."
Upon hearing this, Jing Linglong felt a stir in her heart but was unsure how to process her emotions.
"Don't be sad," she said gently. "I believe Senior Dragon must have had this thought for a long time; no one is to blame. If blame is to be placed, it should be on those demons and those greedy human cultivators."
Yet Qi Xiao couldn't shake off the feeling of injustice at how the Senior Dragon had died so ambiguously. He wanted to do something more for it—at least to clear its name and let people know what it had truly done.
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