Casa vacía en el abismo

Capítulo 9

Wenqing thought for a moment: "Is it wrong to try to distinguish everything?"

Master: "Right and wrong are not about discrimination, but about the thought of discrimination."

Wenqing: "So, if there are no thoughts, there is no distinction, right?"

Master: "It seems you understand a little. Every matter has its own reason for existing. You must first acknowledge the reason for other people's existence, and then learn the wisdom to see through things."

Wenqing nodded: "Master, I think I understand what you mean." Just as Wenqing was about to ask another question, her master's image began to blur.

"I'm feeling uneasy today, I wonder what might have happened?" the master murmured.

Master's wife: "Why don't you try divination?"

Just then, several cars arrived in front of the temple. The master looked at the group of people and said, "It seems we don't need to do any divination."

The first person to get off the bus was none other than Master's junior sister, Linghui: "Senior brother, it's been a long time. I hope you're doing well."

Master: "Hehe! Those who come are not well-intentioned; those who are well-intentioned do not come."

Linghui: "That's quite impolite. I brought my elders with me today."

Linghui pointed to the car behind her. Upon seeing this, her master asked, "Why did you bring your uncle here?"

After getting out of the car, the uncle said, "I've come to ask you to hand over the ancestral master's decree."

Master: "It's okay to hand it over, but the question is, can you take responsibility for it?"

Uncle-Master: "Although you are the sect leader, I am still a generation older than you in terms of seniority. Didn't your master teach you what it means to respect your teacher?"

Master: "Hehe! Uncle-Master, are you saying this because you're blaming me for not kneeling and kowtowing to you three times and nine times?"

Martial Uncle: "The last competition for the position of sect leader doesn't count, so there's still a lot of controversy surrounding your position as sect leader."

Master: "Oh! So you've come here to explain the rules of the sect to me, haven't you?"

The uncle frowned, clasped his hands together, and chanted a spell. A beam of spiritual light shot from his hands toward the master: "Am I not qualified to talk to you about the sect rules?"

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Reply [33]: Master did not mean to avoid it. The spiritual light disappeared before it even touched Master.

"How could this be?" Linghui asked in surprise from the side.

Master: "According to the rules of the sect, it is not permissible to use magic on the sect leader."

Uncle-Master: "If you're so capable, take your Ancestral Master's Token away. We'll prove our skills." Master nodded, handed the Ancestral Master's Token from his pocket to his wife, and began to concentrate his energy. "You want to see my true skills, don't you?" As soon as Master finished speaking, he rushed towards Uncle-Master, much to the surprise of Uncle-Master and his group.

The master clasped his hands together, then opened them in front of his chest, and two golden lights appeared in his palms. "Even if I am not qualified to be the sect leader, it is not your place to take my ancestral token."

Master flicked two beams of golden light, and Uncle took a few steps back, forming a barrier to deflect Master's palm energy. Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, Master continued to push his palm energy towards Uncle. The palm energy was mixed with golden light, and Uncle's barrier was beaten badly. Seeing that his life was in danger, Uncle hurriedly shouted: "Stop! Stop!"

The master grinned: "So you're scared too." At that moment, dozens of sword energies approached from behind. The master turned around, waved his hands, and the sword energies vanished without a trace. "Alright! You're all itching for a beating, aren't you?" The moment the master turned around, the mages who had come with their uncle were nearly scared out of their wits.

Master: "It seems you monks are unaware of the Lord's power. Would you like to witness it?" The monks hurriedly shook their heads. Master: "Hehe, that's not up to you." The master asked his wife to throw him the sword. After catching the sword, the master drew it and shouted to the sky: "Almighty God, please grant me miraculous power!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword began to emit a chilling aura. The mages knew that they were doomed this time. After a chaotic battle, the mages fled in all directions in a sorry state, leaving only the stunned Uncle and Linghui. The master sheathed his sword and walked up to them: "Who just said that I am not qualified to be the sect leader?"

The two looked at each other and shook their heads. The master shouted, "Then get out of here!"

Upon hearing this, the two hurriedly ran to the car and then sped away.

The teacher smiled at the master from the side and said, "You've really had your fill today."

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Reply [34]: (16) The Road to Death

Wenqing woke up in a daze and looked around with difficulty, only to find herself in a hospital.

Looking at Ya Xuan sleeping next to her, Wen Qing realized that Ya Xuan had brought her to the hospital. She wanted to wake her up, but seeing that she was sleeping so soundly, she thought that she was probably exhausted, so she didn't wake her up. Wen Qing felt that her mouth was a little dry, so she got out of bed to find something to drink.

After drinking a glass of water from the water dispenser, he returned to the ward. Ya Xuan remained motionless in the same position. Wen Qing tried to wake her up and get her to bed, but no matter how he shook her, she didn't respond. Wen Qing realized something was wrong and shook her even harder. Suddenly, Ya Xuan's hand slipped off the bed, and the talisman in her hand fell to the ground. Wen Qing picked it up and saw the inscription: "Soul-Stealing Curse!"

Wenqing's hair suddenly stood on end. Wenqing finally realized what had happened. Ignoring the pain, she picked up Yaxuan and ran out of the hospital.

Wenqing kept looking at Yaxuan's pale face, his mind filled with nothing but anger. He didn't care what passersby thought of them; he had only one goal: his master's temple.

Upon arriving at the temple, Wenqing shouted inside, "Come out here!"

The worshippers in the temple were startled by the sudden angry shout. After a while, the master came out, and Wenqing roared angrily when he saw him: "Are you a beast?"

His master simply looked at him with an arrogant smile.

Wenqing: "Hand over his soul."

Master Uncle: "I'll hand it over if you want, but my terms will remain the same."

Wenqing: "You would do something like this for a mental cultivation technique?"

Master Uncle: "Either hurry up or you're done. Your sweetheart is about to die. I don't have time to listen to your lectures."

Wenqing put Yaxuan on the ground and glared angrily at his grandmaster: "I have no cultivation technique, but I do have your life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wenqing rushed towards his grandmaster. His grandmaster drew a large circle in front of him with his fingers and then a fireball shot towards Wenqing. Wenqing had no time to dodge and was bounced away by the fireball, spitting out blood.

Wenqing struggled to sit up, but the intense pain in his chest almost made him dizzy.

Uncle-Master: "It hurts a lot, doesn't it?" Wenqing coughed a few times and then spat out another mouthful of blood.

Grandmaster Uncle: "Wouldn't it be fine if you just revealed the mental technique?"

Wenqing: "Pah!" Wenqing suddenly stood up and pushed towards his master again.

Uncle-Master: "Looks like you really won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."

The master took out several talismans from his pocket, chanted an incantation, and the talismans all turned into sword light that shot towards Wenqing. When Wenqing saw the sword light approaching, he wanted to raise his hand to block it, but suddenly, with a bang, all the sword light disappeared. When Wenqing opened his eyes, he saw that the sword light had been blocked by his beloved sword, and that sword was now stuck straight in front of him.

Grandmaster: "A protective sword! You actually have a protective sword!"

Wenqing slowly pulled the sword from the ground, holding it towards his grandmaster: "My master practiced three swords, this is one of them, and also the most powerful." As soon as he finished speaking, Wenqing attacked his grandmaster. His grandmaster, not to be outdone, drew his magic whip from his waist to counter. The two exchanged blows for several rounds, until the magic whip, unable to withstand the attacks of the protective sword, broke into several pieces. Wenqing wanted to advance further, but his grandmaster suddenly unleashed a powerful aura, forcing Wenqing back several steps.

Master Uncle: "Young man, the real show is about to begin." The aura behind Master Uncle was extremely sinister, giving Wen Qing no chance to get close. Master Uncle moved, and a bloody light inexplicably appeared on Wen Qing's body. Wen Qing began to watch Master Uncle's every move more intently, but it was impossible to defend against. Master Uncle moved again, and another bloody light shot out from Wen Qing's sword-wielding hand. Wen Qing couldn't even hold the sword, let alone attack. At this moment, Wen Qing was like a sheep waiting to be slaughtered, with no chance to fight back.

Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, Wenqing began to feel dizzy and her vision began to blur. In the hazy lake, the face of her master was no longer her master's face, but the ghost general that she had killed last time. "Human and Ghost Unity Technique!" Wenqing exclaimed in surprise.

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Reply [35]: (17) Deathmatch

Now Wenqing was truly in a tough fight. His master uncle—no, it should be called the Ghost General—had removed Wenqing's left and right hands, and then struck Wenqing heavily with the hilt of his sword. Wenqing had no power to defend himself at all.

The ghost general smiled at Wenqing: "Where has your former arrogance gone? Was your past self just all show and no substance?"

Wenqing, barely holding her stomach, struggled to walk towards the protective sword, but the ghost general snatched it away, saying, "It seems this sword can't help you either."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the sword behind him and sat down lazily, looking at Wen Qing: "I like watching people die in agony the most."

After speaking, the ghost general waved his hand, and little ghosts appeared from all around, beginning to attack Wen Qing frantically. Wen Qing's consciousness was gradually becoming blurred, and his mind kept recalling the events of the past few days: the first time he met Ya Xuan, the first time he wanted to do something for his master, and the first time he helplessly faced all the challenges he faced. With the excruciating pain in his body, Wen Qing felt that these things seemed so far away from him. At this moment, he seemed to be quietly waiting for death to come, and the pain in his body seemed to be just a feeling.

At that moment, a voice inside Wenqing's heart asked: "Does it hurt?"

Wenqing: "It hurts!"

"Is it you who are in pain, or is it your body that is in pain?"

Wenqing: "I don't know, I only feel pain."

"Do you resist him?"

Wenqing: "I acknowledge his existence."

After the conversation ended, the ghost general laughed wildly and slashed down with his sword. Wen Qing had completely lost the ability to move and collapsed onto Ya Xuan. Wen Qing slightly raised his head and looked at the pale Ya Xuan: "I'm sorry, I can't save you." As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qing lost consciousness, and the ghost general and the little ghosts began to laugh wildly.

Suddenly, arrogant laughter erupted from all around, causing the smiles to vanish from the faces of the demons.

Ghost General: "Who's laughing over there? Come out here!" The Ghost General was paying attention to the changes around him, but he couldn't see the person laughing. "Headless ghost, you're scared too?"

"That voice sounds familiar," the ghost general said. Just as he was about to ask another question, two golden lights suddenly shot in. Before the two little ghosts could react, their heads had already fallen to the ground. The ghost general stared at the source of the golden light and saw that the person standing in front of him was none other than the white-haired boy who had cut off his head.

Ghost General: "Aren't you dead?"

White-haired boy: "Even if you die, I might not. Why are you so surprised to see me?"

The ghost general did not reply, but the little ghosts could not contain their impatience and had already approached the white-haired boy. Seeing this, the white-haired boy also began to form a magic finger, and two blades of light shot out from between his two fingers. He quickly moved among the little ghosts as if he were in an empty land. The little ghosts were killed and their flesh was mangled. The ghost general was terrified when he saw this and kept summoning more little ghosts to attack the white-haired boy.

Seeing this, the white-haired youth began to chant the incantation "Overwhelming Force!" with his fingers clasped together. The youth shouted, and the energy behind him surged towards the little ghosts like a tidal wave. The little ghosts could not withstand such force and were all scattered. The little ghosts behind him were so frightened that they ignored the ghost general's summons and fled backward in a panic.

White-haired boy: "Headless ghost, now only you and I are left."

The ghost general gripped his broadsword tightly, staring intently at the white-haired youth, not daring to look away for even a moment.

The white-haired boy said, "If you have a knife, then I can't do without a sword either." The boy gestured with both hands, and the protective sword behind the ghost general hummed as if it had been summoned. The boy then slashed behind him, and the sword flew back into its scabbard on his back like a lifelike dragon.

White-haired youth: "You want the cultivation technique, right? Fine! I'll let you learn it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy started running towards the ghost general. The ghost general began to attack the boy with his knife. The boy chanted "Wu Nan" and the sword in his hand began to emit aurora light.

The young man, Wu Bei, severed the sword in the ghost general's hand with a single strike. The ghost general then began to form a powerful barrier. The young man showed no sign of stopping and instead attacked the barrier.

With a loud shout of "Wu Zheng," the boy cleaved open the ghost general's barrier, leaving the ghost general in a state of extreme terror.

The innocent boy swung his sword and severed the ghost general's left hand.

The ghost general tried to block with his right hand, but it was also split in two by the boy's sword.

The selfless youth kicked the ghost general to the ground.

The boy, Wu Nian, raised the sword in his hand, and the ghost general thought to himself, "This is it, we're doomed."

"Break the evil!" After a miserable cry, the ghost general's head was separated from his body once again.

The boy stared at the ghost general's corpse, grinning, "If I can cut you down once, I can cut you down a second time."

After the ghost died, Ya Xuan coughed a few times. She wiped away the tears from her eyes and found Wen Qing lying on her body, seriously injured. But standing behind Wen Qing was another Wen Qing, only his hair was white.

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Reply [36]: (18) Junmen

When Wenqing came to his senses, he realized that he had returned to the hospital. Beside him, besides Yaxuan, were his master and his master's wife. When Wenqing saw his master, he did not say a word. His master seemed to know that Wenqing had a lot to say, so he asked the others to leave first.

Wenqing: "Master, I am very sorry for causing so much trouble."

Master: "Heh! Don't blame yourself too much. I used to be just like you, making big mistakes during my travels and cultivation. But how would you know how much strength you have if you didn't go through that process?"

Wenqing: "Master, you don't blame me?"

Master: "Everyone makes mistakes, especially since you are inexperienced in the world. There's no need for you to admit your mistake, but I want you to remember this lesson."