Chapter 160: We Can Never Change the Ending
Ye Jingxian, who hadn’t spoken from just now until this moment, remained expressionless, simply gripping the sword in his hand tighter.
Standing to the side, Yu Qianqian suddenly felt that coming along was a bit superfluous.
The three proceeded awkwardly. Along the way, birds sang and flowers gave forth fragrance; there was almost no danger.
Seeing good spirit herbs and fruits, picking them was also very easy. The journey was smooth. Contrary to them, Li Jing and Luo Wuhen weren’t so lucky.
The two had been chasing a demon beast and were led in circles, accidentally entering the Three Lives Realm Ruins.
The scene before their eyes was starkly different from Lin Qingyue’s group. Here, everywhere was desolate. Desolate of human habitation, with demons appearing from time to time.
Li Jing watched helplessly as several families ahead were slaughtered by demons in an instant. They arrived too late, unable to stop it in time.
His eyes widened, pupils dilating abruptly. He turned to look at Luo Wuhen, only to see his face didn’t look good.
“Little Martial Uncle, what’s wrong?” Li Jing was somewhat afraid. “Have we entered an illusion?” Otherwise, why would we encounter such arrogant demons?
He gripped the sword in his hand, staring at the demons ahead. “Little Martial Uncle, we should…”
Before he could finish, Luo Wuhen had already acted. The Golden Cicada Bow in his hand held immense power. His attack was ruthless, the coldness on his face evident. Within two moves, the demons were annihilated.
It was the first time Li Jing had seen his Little Martial Uncle like this. He shrank his neck and called out weakly, “Little Martial Uncle.”
“What, are you afraid?”
Luo Wuhen turned his head, looking down at him with lowered eyelids. His eyes were dark and deep.
Li Jing shook his head and said loudly, “You are my Little Martial Uncle; how could I be afraid?”
“If not for Little Martial Uncle, those demons wouldn’t have died, and I might have been injured.”
Luo Wuhen didn’t speak, simply leading Li Jing forward. Along this journey, the sky above their heads was almost always gloomy, and they frequently encountered various demons.
Li Jing began to doubt life. Why do we always encounter demons?
If it were just that, it would be fine. But every time they encountered demons slaughtering, they would arrive one step too late.
Luo Wuhen’s face grew increasingly gloomy, and Li Jing gradually sensed something was wrong.
“Little Martial Uncle, why can’t we make it every time? Why are we always one step too late?”
Li Jing couldn’t stand it anymore. Having seen too many scenes of slaughter, he was powerless and mentally exhausted, feeling like nothing but waste.
“Is this illusion playing us? Just wanting to tease us? The way out should be to save those people. But if it keeps going like this, we can’t get out at all.”
Li Jing was somewhat irritable, his small face wrinkled. Suddenly glancing at Luo Wuhen lowering his head, he laughed out.
“Hehe, save them.”
Luo Wuhen’s eyes were crimson as he looked up at him. “Xiao Jing, we can never save them.”
Hearing this, Li Jing thought he meant they would be trapped here forever. He wanted to say it was impossible, there must be a way.
Meeting Luo Wuhen’s eyes, his words were stuck in his throat.
He saw sorrow in his Little Martial Uncle’s eyes. A gloomy aura spread, and Li Jing realized things weren’t that simple.
“Little Martial Uncle.”
He opened his mouth but ultimately just called him softly.
After a long while, he still asked, “Why impossible? Is our method of breaking it wrong?”
Luo Wuhen looked at him, knowing nothing, still as naive and ignorant as ever, eyes unpolluted. He suddenly wanted to let him just keep watching like this. Finally, under Li Jing’s worried gaze, he dismissed the thought.
His voice softened as he asked Li Jing, “Were you scared?”
Li Jing shook his head, then nodded, feeling a mix of guilt and grievance. “Little Martial Uncle, I’m not that timid. It’s just that these demons are killing people, and as a cultivator, I actually can’t save them. Sorry, I shouldn’t have come in.”
Watching his Little Martial Uncle’s face turn colder and his eyes darker, Li Jing regretted it.
“Xiao Jing, this isn’t your fault.”
Luo Wuhen looked at the demons appearing again and attacked once more. No matter how fast he was, those people would ultimately die from the demonic qi.
From being slaughtered at the start to dying slowly and helplessly later, they hadn’t saved a single person.
“They are destined for a deadly ending. No matter what we do, we cannot change the ending.”
Luo Wuhen stood on a high slope, looking at the bloodstains not far away.
“In the past, I was clearly much older than you, yet Master and Senior Brother put me and you together, doing everything together. Saying you were still small, mischievous, and needed someone to accompany you.”
Luo Wuhen suddenly spoke of the past. Li Jing was a bit dazed, listening as he continued.
“But those were just excuses Master and Senior Brother found. A snow-white, cute little dumpling; putting force on the hand would leave red marks on the skin. Clumsy and dull. What could such a little brat do?”
It was more like they wanted such a pure child to accompany me. They were afraid he would remain gloomy, always carrying resentment and hatred. Afraid he would go astray, afraid he would waste his talents, afraid the sect would lose a genius.
This was the first time Li Jing heard him say this. He didn’t remember these things at all.
“Little Martial Uncle didn’t play with me voluntarily?”
After the other party spoke for so long, he only noticed this.
Luo Wuhen was silent for a while before continuing, “Do you know why we can never save those people?”
Li Jing: “Why?”
Luo Wuhen pulled a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth. “Because they are all my memories of the past. No matter how it changes, it won’t change.”
Demons slaughtered everyone in the village, leaving only him infected with demonic qi. Originally, he should have died too.
It was the then Ling Xiao Sect Leader who saved him. Because he had spiritual roots and good aptitude—coincidentally Fire Spiritual Roots—they chose the most Extreme Yang cultivation method to suppress the demonic qi in his body so he could continue living.
Li Jing’s head was buzzing. What does that mean?
Little Martial Uncle has no family all because of demons. This is all his past memories and the obsessions in his heart?
Li Jing opened his mouth again and again, listening in a fog.
Luo Wuhen said, “Master and Senior Brother said they let me accompany you, but in reality, it was just to let you accompany me.”
“Isn’t it the same who accompanies whom? We were together anyway. And Little Martial Uncle protected me, so it wasn’t really me accompanying Little Martial Uncle. We call this mutual company.”
Li Jing spoke while carefully looking at him, no longer asking what they should do or how to get out.
Luo Wuhen looked at him like this, the remaining words in his heart somewhat hard to say. The other party’s blatant liking for him wasn’t hidden at all.
“Xiao Jing, we are kin, friends, martial nephew and uncle. But we will never be Dao companions, never be lovers. Do you understand?”
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