302 All Are Satisfied (2/2)
Mo Shanshan squatted on the other side of Ye Hongyu with her lips tightly pierced. She frowned as she watched the needle in Ning Que's fingers moving up and down. She tightened her hold on Ye Hongyu's hand subconsciously, wanting to transfer her energy to her and support her.
In the dark Devil's Palace, the three most outstanding youngsters of the cultivation world cowered in the corner like three wounded rats after having succeeded in overthrowing the most outstanding powerhouse of the previous generation. Having paid a hefty price for it, they cared for each other, and gave each other strength, as if they had forgotten the battle they had amongst themselves in the wild.
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It was finally over. The two bloody gouges in Ye Hongyu's body no longer bled. The flesh that had been stained with filthy aura had also been removed. Her face was extremely pale, but her pupils were unusually pride. She had no intention of lapsing into a coma to avoid the pain.
Ning Que kept his needle and thread and happened to meet her bright gaze when he lifted his head. His heart wavered unconsciously. He was curious as to how she had managed to grow in strength earlier and managed to turn the situation around when she had clearly been under the complete control of the old monk. He had been in the enigmatic state then and was only aware of the end result and not the process.
Ye Hongyu could tell what he wanted to ask just by looking at his gaze. She was very confused too, in actuality. What had Ning Que learned when he was in a daze? Had that lucky fellow really inherited Mr. Ke's Haoran Sword from the sword marks left behind on the wall?
The two were both puzzled and curious, but neither asked any questions. They were not certain if they could obtain a true answer from the other party and was even more unwilling to tell the other person their own answer.
Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu rested against the stone walls. They needed a long time in order to completely heal from their injuries. Ning Que was the least seriously injured, and his vitality was not seriously weakened. As such, he walked towards the middle of the room.
The mountain of bones had long been turned into a pile of rubble by the impact of the aura. It was hard for him to walk through the uneven rubble. He shook his head silently as he looked at the pile of ashes that had been the old monk.
He did not know how he would appraise this Liansheng 32. He was the absolute powerhouse who was versed in both Taoism and the Devil's arts. To think that this person had stood shoulder to shoulder with Youngest Uncle, he must have been one of the few on the top of the world. The light ahead of him must have been scorching bright, but his choices had been crazy, and even absurd.
Ning Que stood by the pile of ash and looked around. He looked at the sword marks on the stone walls and thought of how he had inherited the path of Youngest Uncle. A magnificent feeling grew within him, taking away the fear and uneasiness that joining the Devil had given him and the inexplicable feeling Lotus' death had brought him.
It was at this moment that the odd sadness that he had felt when he regained conscious poured into his body once more. He looked at one side of the stone wall subconsciously. There was a twinge within him. He did not know that the wall faced the south.
After a while, he shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of the inexplicable emotion. Then, when he turned to look at the ash on the ground once more, another feeling grew within him. He felt even more pity for the ash on the ground as he thought of the emotions and incomprehensible shards of information that the old monk had transmitted through the spiritual world before his death.
”Regardless of our previous grievances, we were still considered acquaintances. Even though our meeting was not pleasant, you are still considered a senior. You have once done marvelous feats in the world, and you deserve a place to stay in death.”
Ning Que searched through the broken bones around him and found an inconspicuous iron box. It must be a relic belonging to one of the Devil's Doctrine powerhouses. He opened the box to find that it was empty.
”This is a little small, but it is rather suitable since we only need to put in a portion of you.”
He squatted before the pile of ash that was once Master Lotus and lifted a femur. Then, he swept the ashes into the iron box sloppily as if he was sweeping up rubbish.
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They had come to the Wilderness with orders from their sect and waited for the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine to open to search for the missing Tomes of Arcane. However, they did not expect to survive the crossing of swords and arrows and that the Stone Array Tactics hidden beneath water and rock had not stopped them. They had met an old monster that everyone had thought was dead for decades within the Devil's Doctrine. They listened to numerous shocking tales and struggled between life and death several times over and in the end, they had managed to survive, albeit pathetically.
As one of the most promising cultivator of the younger generation in the cultivation world, they each, of course, possessed more determination than any other person. However, after experiencing so many things, the desire to steal the Tomes of Arcane had abated plenty.
Ning Que had inherited Youngest Uncle's mantle. He would be satisfied if he could bring the aura that had lingered far away from home back to the Academy.
Ye Hongyu had been seriously injured both in body and spirit. She needed to rest, recuperate and recover. She had come to the Wilderness under orders to seek defeat, and she had been thoroughly defeated. She had also found the only way to succeed through defeat by through her own will and determination. She was satisfied because she had gained such rare and precious experiences.
Mo Shanshan had cracked the hidden tactical arrays of the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine and had understood the Great Blockage Formation. She had learnt plenty. What was most important, was that she had finally told Ning Que how she felt at death's doorsteps courageously. No matter if she or Ning Que forget that moment in the future, she was the most satisfied of them all.
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