nycdaug Chapter 152 Awakening
Chapter 152 Awakening
Chen An raised his hand with trembling hands, then let it fall limply back down.
How could my gentlest and most reliable senior brother have been tormented like this?
She couldn't believe what she was seeing, yet the truth was undeniable.
The scene before her eyes became increasingly blurry; the mist obscured her vision and interrupted her mental reading.
In an instant, she teleported to the top of Youruo Peak.
Xuan Qingyuan lay there, his habitually upturned lips stained with a striking crimson, his delicate face devoid of color, his tightly closed eyes and furrowed brows piercing Chen An's heart like fine thorns.
She half-squatted down, pried open Xuan Qingyuan's mouth with her thumb, and fed him the pill she had been holding in her hand, watching him carefully.
More and more people rushed over upon hearing the news, but no one dared to speak. They simply stood quietly by, watching Xuan Qingyuan and Chen An.
Even Mu Jingtai just knelt to the side, staring blankly at the battered and broken Xuan Qingyuan.
He wanted to kill two demonic cultivators, thinking that would definitely make him feel better, but all his strength seemed to have been taken away from him, and even when he was kneeling, his hands could only hang down on the ground.
"Senior brother, second senior brother."
Xue Shumo, who arrived late, landed on the ground with a soft sob and staggered to kneel down beside Xuan Qingyuan.
She slowly grabbed Xuan Qingyuan's arm, gently shook it, and looked at Chen An for help.
Chen An stared at those amber eyes, looked around in a fluster, took a breath, and then grabbed her hand.
"It's alright, nothing will happen." At this moment, we can't just kneel there and do nothing. "Yao Lu, Hua Yuan, go investigate. Disperse all irrelevant people."
After speaking, Chen An stood up, his not-so-tall shadow enveloping Xue Shumo.
After everyone left, Xuan Qingyuan was carried to the bed by Mu Jingtai, and Xue Shumo carefully wiped away the bloodstains on his body.
Chen An stayed in the room for a short while before getting up and going to the place where Xuan Qingyuan had the accident.
This place only retains the presence of two people: Xile and Xuan Qingyuan. She had read Xile's mind; the murderer couldn't be her.
Fu Gui and the Chaos Beast investigated the spiritual energy and demonic energy respectively, but both came up empty-handed.
No one can do things without leaving a trace. If someone could, it wouldn't just be Xuan Qingyuan who got into trouble.
"Little cripple, your second senior brother is awake."
Xue Shumo stood at a distance, her porcelain-white hands constantly wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes, her gaze fixed on Chen An with joy in them.
With a weight lifted from his heart, Chen An couldn't help but smile.
She took a few quick steps and appeared in front of Xue Shumo in a flash. When Xue Shumo opened her eyes again, the two of them were standing by Xuan Qingyuan's bed.
"Don't cry." Xuan Qingyuan beckoned Chen An over. "Why are you still like Shu Mo, crying at the drop of a hat?"
Chen An froze, raised his hand to touch the corner of his eye, and when his fingers touched the wetness, he tried to force a smile, but bit his lower lip and cried out.
Mu Jingtai, who had been frowning, couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene.
He had a cheerful personality and his laughter was very infectious, which completely pulled Chen An out of his grief over almost losing his senior brother.
"Second Senior Brother, speaking of which, who hurt you?" Xue Shumo sat on the bed with a dissatisfied look on her face, clenching her fists and supporting herself on the edge of the bed with one hand. She leaned close to Xuan Qingyuan and snorted indignantly, "Don't let me catch him."
Xuan Qingyuan raised his hand and rubbed her head.
"Can not remember."
"I don't remember! How could I not remember?" Xue Shumo stood up in disappointment, rushed to the door, and turned back to say, "I'll go check there again; there must be something I missed."
"It's dangerous there, don't go yet." Mu Jingtai hurriedly followed him out.
If the person who injured Xuan Qingyuan feels guilty and wants to come back for a look, Xue Shumo's cultivation will likely suffer another fatal blow.
Chen An glanced at the two figures who hurriedly left, planted a mark on Mu Jingtai, and turned to smile at Xuan Qingyuan.
Xuan Qingyuan looked at that smile and felt exceptionally at ease, so he lowered his raised hand.
When only the two people were left in the room, it fell silent again.
Such silence was very inappropriate, yet when the two tried to find something to talk about, they couldn't.
"Help me see if I can still... cultivate?" Xuan Qingyuan's voice grew softer and softer, and after he finished speaking, he forced a smile.
With my dantian damaged, how can I possibly continue cultivating? But how can I accept this?
Even if you lose hundreds of years of accumulated cultivation, you can still start over. But if you don't even have the chance to start over, how can you live?
Should they stay in the sect as a good-for-nothing who freeloads, or hide in the mountains and forests, silently waiting for death?
Xuan Qingyuan couldn't imagine what life would be like in the future. He only remembered that day when Chen An took his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at him with a deep smile in his eyes. But when that smile faded, it was full of worry and heartache.
She spoke many heartfelt words and promised many times that she would find a way to repair her dantian.
Xuan Qingyuan would either nod, pat her shoulder, or say, "Don't worry."
No matter what Xuan Qingyuan did, Chen An tried her best to play the role of a little sun, unlike her usual self.
A month later, Xuan Qingyuan's legs grew back, and his eyesight returned to normal.
After removing the blindfold, Xuan Qingyuan's peerless beauty shone brightly once more, especially when he stood under the sun, where he was particularly eye-catching.
He was well-liked and had friends in both large and small sects. During his recovery period, hundreds of people came to visit him, and each one of them both cried and laughed upon seeing him.
Mu Jingtai conducted a thorough investigation within the sect, while Xue Shumo took Yao Lu outside the sect to look for clues. The two were extremely busy, and although they didn't find anything, at least nothing bad happened.
At the agreed time, Yihe Sect gathered its forces and set off in a grand procession for the Forbidden Abyss.
Currently, most demonic cultivators are managed by three people: Tian Sha, Gui Sha, and Xue Sha.
The three of them became sworn brothers, regardless of age or rank, sharing both hardship and happiness.
Forbidden Abyss was originally a mass grave. Those who contracted the plague, died violently in the streets, or committed heinous crimes would all be thrown here.
After they took their positions, the corpses and bones were devoured by the demonic cultivators and transformed into a magnificent, overlapping building.
The snow-white palaces were scattered on the ground. The black-robed demonic cultivators, wearing long robes to cover their festering skin, moved their bodies with their heads down. From a distance, they looked like tiny specks of mud splattered on white paper, particularly conspicuous.
The resentment emanating from the yellow earth kept beckoning to the chaotic beasts, disturbing Chen An's peace.
The layout of the small world was almost completely destroyed by the monster, forcing Chen An to ask Fu Gui to go in and teach it a lesson before it covered its mouth with both hands and lay down.
When Chen An arrived, all the major sects had already gathered. Upon seeing her, they all took a step back, bowed, and paid their respects with utmost deference.
The attack plan was finalized, and though night had fallen, everyone's hearts were filled with anticipation.