diskusbooks Chapter 1755 It really is you, you bastard!
Chapter 1755 It really is you, you bastard!
"I used to... always thought you were lucky, that you were arrogant and domineering, and even that you were somewhat hateful..."
Mu Yaoyao reached out her hand, but her fingertips were about to touch Mingchuan's cheek when she suddenly pulled back, leaving it hovering in the air. Her tone was full of regret and confusion.
"But now I realize how wrong I was. Everything you have, the power and prestige you possess, you earned with your life, and you deserve it."
“I used to scheme against you so much…” She laughed self-deprecatingly, her eyes slightly reddening, “But now, seeing you lying here, I realize that all those schemes and concerns about saving face are nothing in the face of what you’ve done.”
She took a deep breath, as if making a firm decision, her voice soft yet clear: "Mingchuan, you must wake up. The Spirit Realm... needs you. The Wanchuan Sect needs you, your wives need you... and..."
She paused, swallowing back the words that almost slipped out, "I also hope you can be alright," and instead said, "There are many people who don't want you to fall like this."
She took out a small, exquisite jade bottle from her bosom and gently placed it beside Mingchuan's pillow: "This is a spirit-nourishing and mind-calming dew, a secret recipe of the Heaven-Mending Holy Sect. It has a miraculous effect on stabilizing the soul... Consider it a small token of my appreciation."
After doing all this, she quietly looked at Mingchuan for a moment, as if trying to etch his image into her heart.
Finally, she slowly got up and whispered one last thing, her voice as soft as a sigh: "Get well soon... stop scaring people like this."
She turned and walked towards the door, her steps much more steady than when she came in. The entanglement and hesitation in her eyes seemed to have faded, replaced by a clearer determination.
Outside the door, Jinman saw her come out and cast an inquiring glance at her.
Mu Yaoyao bowed respectfully to Jin Man: "Thank you for your kindness, Vice Sect Master Jin. I will take my leave now. If Sect Master Mingchuan has any needs, the Heaven-Mending Holy Sect will do its utmost."
Having said that, she didn't linger any longer, transforming into a streak of light blue and quietly departing.
Jinman gazed in the direction she had left, then looked back at the door of the quiet room, sighed softly, and looked at her with a complicated expression.
This saintess's heart is probably completely tied to some unconscious guy.
In the quiet room, the jade vase beside the pillow emitted a warm, lustrous glow.
Mingchuan, who was unconscious, seemed to tremble his eyelashes very slightly, as if he heard a choked call from afar in the endless darkness...
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The atmosphere within the Wanchuan Sect grew heavier day by day as Mingchuan's coma lengthened.
The rear hall of the suspended palace was always shrouded in a low-pressure atmosphere, which made the entire sect lose its former vigor and vitality.
The disciples seemed somewhat distracted during their cultivation, glancing frequently toward the main peak with worried expressions in their eyes.
Ah Xiong, who used to be a cheerful person, now has a long face all the time, and his fierce eyes during patrols are enough to scare the new junior apprentices to tears.
Ji Zhou remained silent and taciturn, subjecting the disciples of the Battle Hall to even more rigorous training, as if trying to numb his unease with exhaustion.
Meng Dalang and Shi Guangyang also sighed, unable to muster the energy to cultivate.
Although Zhao Hu's cultivation had not yet recovered, he spent his days frantically practicing and rebuilding his cultivation techniques, and wandering around the back hall with red eyes, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, wishing he could be the one who got hurt.
In this oppressive atmosphere, some people saw an opportunity.
Lin Yi, who lives in Courtyard No. 7 in District C, has maintained a gentle and low-key demeanor on the surface during this period. He routinely cultivates and communicates with Wang Tuo and others every day, but his heart is burning with passion.
He had confirmed through secret channels the news of Su Hongzhen's complete demise and the Qingcheng Imperial Law Sect's nominal existence.
With Mingchuan seriously injured and unconscious, and the morale of Wanchuan Sect fluctuating, he saw this as a golden opportunity!
"Sect Master... no, Su Hongzhen is dead, and the Qingcheng Imperial Law Sect is leaderless. If I can return now, I can unite the remaining forces and revitalize the sect! Even if I can't, I can seize the opportunity to acquire resources and flee far away!"
Lin Yi pondered, "But before that, it would be best to make the Wan Chuan Sect even more chaotic, so that they have no time to spare and may even cause internal strife, thus buying me more time!"
He began to act in secret.
Using his calm demeanor, high level of comprehension, and gentle social skills, he seemingly unintentionally spread anxiety among some disciples: "The sect leader has been in a coma for so long, could it be that he has already..."
"I heard that things aren't completely stable in the Demon Abyss yet. If something else happens, who in our sect can step up?"
"Sigh, the elders and vice sect leader seem to be in a real bind. The sect contribution exchange center is even having trouble getting pills lately..."
These words, like tiny poisonous thorns, took root in the already anxious disciples' hearts, quietly fermenting unease and suspicion.
He also took advantage of his position maintaining the array in the new disciples' living area to make some extremely subtle moves in several inconspicuous corners. For example, he slightly interfered with the stability of the spirit-gathering array, or caused the soundproof array in a certain area to occasionally malfunction, causing some minor friction and complaints.
He moved very carefully, doing only a little bit at a time, blending into the normal operation of the sect which was currently sluggish due to the sect leader's serious injury, making him extremely difficult to detect.
However, Zhao Hu discovered all of this.
Although Zhao Hu may seem simple-minded, he has experienced life-and-death ordeals and been given a new life by Mingchuan. His sense of belonging to Wanchuan Sect and his loyalty to Mingchuan are etched into his very bones.
He is simple-minded, but unusually sensitive to subtle changes.
He vaguely sensed that something was off about the sect's atmosphere lately. It wasn't just worry about the sect leader; there was also an inexplicable sense of unease.
Especially among the new disciples, the complaints and low spirits seemed even heavier than on his side.
That day, Zhao Hu finished his cultivation and, as usual, patrolled the outer perimeter of the rear hall. He happened to pass by the area near the "B" character and overheard two outer disciples complaining in low voices:
"This is really weird. Last night, when I was cultivating to a critical point, the spiritual energy in the spirit gathering array suddenly became disordered, and I almost choked!"
"What's that? There's some background noise coming from somewhere over there in the middle of the night, like people arguing, but I can't hear it clearly. It's keeping me from getting any rest..."
He does not mean that.
Zhao Hu's heart stirred, and he became wary.
He didn't make a fuss, but instead began to consciously observe more carefully along his patrol route.
Hard work pays off.
Two days later, at dusk, Zhao Hu, hiding in the shadows, witnessed Lin Yi, after completing a so-called task of assisting in the inspection of the array, in a secluded corner, his fingers brushing across an array base with extreme concealment. The movement was so fast that it was almost invisible, but Zhao Hu clearly saw a faint, imperceptible, strange spiritual light enter into it!
That array base is one of the auxiliary nodes of the soundproofing array used in the nearby courtyards at night!
"You son of a bitch! It was you, you bastard, who was behind this!"
Zhao Hu's blood boiled instantly, and his hair stood on end in fury!
New and old grudges erupted at once!
He could no longer restrain himself. Like a tiger released from its cage, he suddenly pounced out from his hiding place, his fist, as big as a sand bowl, whistling through the air, heading straight for Lin Yi's back!
"Lin Yi! You traitorous spy! You'd better give me your life!"
Lin Yi was secretly pleased with his masterpiece when, caught off guard, he heard a roar and felt a fierce gust of wind behind him, which greatly alarmed him!
But as a shadow guard, he reacted extremely quickly, his body sliding to the side like an eel, narrowly avoiding Zhao Hu's angry attack!