Chapter 496: Chapter 488 You Want to be a Disaster
The karma fire extinguished, sin cleansed, the century-old curse of the Si family’s lineage will finally meet its end.
Within the ancestral graves on Si family’s land, countless souls as if breaking free from long-imprisoned shackles, fall into the sky like specks of stars.
Streams of Spiritual Energy quietly emerge from within the Clan Protection Array, and the Holy Flower, which has not bloomed in a hundred years, blossoms overnight in the snowy night.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
A colorful bird, from some unknown corner, flies out, its cheerful and clear chirping sound landing on the dome of Si Qing’s old home.
The Old Clan Chief lies prostrate on the ground, tears streaming down his face in prolonged excitement.
At last, he could meet the Holy Maiden without regrets.
Inside the house, Qin Liuxi places Si Lengyue, now in clean undergarments, at the Array Core of the Seven-star Life Extension Lamp Array. The bathtub has already been taken away by Feng Xiu, while the ashes have been collected in a porcelain vase by Teng Zhao.
Si Tu crawls in pale-faced, kneeling and looking at his daughter who’s unconscious in the array, panic flooding his heart, he stammers, “Temple Master, is it done? Why hasn’t Yue’er woken up yet?”
Qinglan Temple Master says, “Suffering from karma fire, reborn from Nirvana, it’s not that simple. Her three souls and seven spirits have been shaken and become extremely weak. To truly achieve Nirvana, the most important thing is for the soul to be nourished and to fully integrate with the Physical Body.”
“Will she wake up?”
Qinglan Temple Master falls silent for a moment, then says, “After all, she carries the blood of a witch. Now that the Blood Curse is broken, the hardest step has been crossed. I believe she won’t easily give up.”
Si Tu grips the portrait tightly in his hand. He’s said so much, yet none are a sure thing—it means there is no certainty.
Pain surfaces in his eyes and tears fall with the blink of an eye.
Qin Liuxi in the array affixes a Soul Firming Talisman and adds several Soul Nourishing Jades that have been imbued with life force to her. Then, she looks at her own disciple, “Do you remember the calming spell?”
Teng Zhao nods.
“Chant it, chant it several times.” Qin Liuxi points to a cushion nearby, “Right here. Cultivate and chant in unison.”
Without another word, Teng Zhao sits cross-legged on the cushion and starts chanting.
With clear diction and resonant tone, his voice echoes clear and cool within the room.
Qin Liuxi, before Si Lengyue, forms Sealing hand signs, casting seven spells on her.
Unable to restrain himself, Qinglan Temple Master opens his Heavenly Eye, sighing after the sight, “Miss Si is fortunate.”
“What happened?” Si Tu hastily asks.
Qinglan Temple Master softly speaks, “Buqiu has sacrificed some of her Merit Golden Light for her. With this merit protection, her Divine Soul will be stronger and the chances of awakening greater.” He then looks to the solemn and sacred Saintess Painting in the hall, murmuring, “Perhaps Miss Si might even gain an unexpected blessing.”
Merit Golden Light is hard-earned and not facilely bestowed by anyone, yet she does so willingly—for people, for ghosts, even when she needs it more herself.
Si Tu is startled, looking towards Qin Liuxi, then towards his daughter.
Si Lengyue had said she believed in her.
And she was not wrong about a person.
Si Tu fondly touches the Contract in his embrace, his eyes fervent with eagerness.
Qin Liuxi opens her eyes and sees the Merit Golden Light falling into Si Lengyue’s spiritual platform, then touches her forehead saying, “I have done all that can be done; the rest is up to you now. You must persevere.”
She steps out of the Seven-star Lamp Formation, nearly stumbling and falling.
Feng Xiu immediately supports her, noting her pale complexion and icy hands, frowns and says, “Are you alright?”
To lift this Blood Curse, much has been done, even daring to risk the Heavenly Punishment, but is it worth it?
Would she do the same for herself if the roles were reversed?
Qin Liuxi’s lips are somewhat pale, her eyes slightly squinted; she sees golden light flying in from outside the house, falling into her spiritual platform—that’s the gratitude from the Si Family, and some fall onto Teng Zhao, Feng Xiu, and Qinglan Temple Master, albeit less for them.
“This journey was not in vain,” Qin Liuxi exhaled.
The Qinglan Temple Master watched clearly, unable to help but sigh, feeling somewhat stirred within.
A ray of light penetrated through the window.
Qin Liuxi looked out and said, “It’s about to dawn.”
“Yes.”
Qin Liuxi held Buqiu’s wrist and said, “Watch the Seven-star Lamp Formation for me, don’t let it go out.”
“Why… Little Xi!” Buqiu held the fainting Qin Liuxi in his arms, panicking.
The Qinglan Temple Master stepped forward, felt her pulse, and said, “She has exhausted too much strength, let her rest in sleep.”
Buqiu carried Qin Liuxi to the bed in this room, saw Teng Zhao following in, and said, “This has nothing to do with you, go recite your scriptures.”
Teng Zhao did not move.
“Have you forgotten what she instructed you? Do you want her efforts to be in vain?” Buqiu glared at him and said, “Don’t worry, your master is a calamity, she won’t be in trouble.”
Teng Zhao looked at him quietly; unclench your fists before talking, your tension betrays you.
He walked out.
Buqiu then turned around, took out a Jade Bottle from his embrace, poured out an elixir, stuffed it into her mouth, and sighed, “Don’t you go trying to be a Saint; only calamities can last a thousand years.”
In other words, don’t die but live on for a long, long time.
That way, they could stay together for many more years.
Buqiu thought so when he suddenly considered something; Qin Liuxi was just a mortal after all, and this wasn’t a world of fantasy. Even as a cultivator, even with great cultivation, once over a hundred, or two hundred years, her life would come to an end, right?
Or could she achieve Dao and ascend?
He felt a bit of panic for a moment.
A hundred years in a blink of an eye; when the time comes, would he be the only one, no, the only demon watching this uninteresting world rise and fall?
Buqiu’s gaze deepened as he summoned his Demon Core.
If he gave it to her, would she attain immortality?
Buqiu quickly shook his head and put the Demon Core away; if he dared act rashly on his own, she would probably burn him to death like before!
Better not to test the edge of seeking death.
After covering her with a quilt, Buqiu walked out and guarded the lamp formation as she had instructed.
The sky gradually brightened, and it seemed as if spirit light traversed across the Saintess Painting hanging inside the room.
Si Lengyue slept soundly, yet her soul, as if called by something, stood amidst a white mist, confused, until the mist in front dissipated, and a woman who somewhat resembled herself appeared before her.
“Holy Maiden,” Si Lengyue recognized the sacred and majestic woman: “You didn’t die?”
“I have perished; this is but a wisp of lingering will left in the painting. The Si Family has declined for a century, to finally plot this slim chance of survival,” Si Qing said with a smile at the corner of her mouth, “The Blood Curse is lifted; White Witch’s blood runs in you, it shall be your duty to pass this legacy to the world.”
Si Lengyue was stunned; was this implying that she should be the witch?
“I divined the Heavenly Secret with Da Yan Divination that a great evil shall arise, chaos to ensue. The witch of the Si Family shall assist the Savior and relieve the world’s suffering to repay merits. Do you dare to go?”
Si Lengyue’s heart thumped erratically; who would save the world?
“Is it her?”
Si Qing smiled.
Si Lengyue lifted her head and firmly said, “Wherever she goes, I shall follow.”