507: Chapter 69 Remains_2 507: Chapter 69 Remains_2 In the end, Xie Xuanyi fell into the sea and perished, a legendary swordsman dying amid a siege by numerous enemies.
“I have great admiration for your mentor.”
Wu Zhexian expressed somberly, “You are luckier than he was, to be born in this era.
If possible, live well for him, and take in more of this human world.”
“…Yes.”
Xie Xuanyi’s expression was somewhat odd as he quietly acknowledged.
Back then, his relationship with the Martial Sect was rather ordinary, far from the closeness with the Book Tower.
If speaking of karma, at most he had battled Zhou Ceng once, and this “admiration” from Wu Zhexian was something he felt for the first time.
However…
such is the way of martial artists.
Not many words.
But they act with integrity, sit upright, and their actions are in line with their conscience.
“Let’s go.”
Wu Zhexian flicked his sleeve and before departing, he patted True Master Jun Shan’s shoulder.
The next moment.
The river waves shattered, and a figure in black vanished in an instant.
The tremendous pressure abruptly dispersed.
“Whoosh whoosh.”
The frozen river, now heavily fell back down, causing the crowd to sigh in relief.
This Yang God’s oppressive aura was too overwhelming!
“Huff…”
“He’s gone, finally gone…”
Everyone felt as if a great burden had been lifted.
Those who were closer to Wu Zhexian looked particularly pale.
Due to the disparity in their realms and Divine Souls, those standing next to Wu Zhexian could hardly maintain their stance…
Gazing at a Yang God was like staring directly at the sun.
Dealing with a Yang God, if they do not restrain their aura, was a constant torment.
Among them, Qian San had the most intense reaction.
This strong practitioner in the late stage of Yin God was pale, with his entire back drenched in cold sweat.
Wu Zhexian stayed on the Treasure Ship only for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
But for him, it seemed as though he had lived through decades.
Every breath was incredibly torturous.
Although there were two “Reincarnated Yang Gods” on the Treasure Ship, their realms were only at Grotto Heaven at present and even if they exerted some pressure, they were far from comparable to a Yang God’s true body…
Qian San collapsed on the ground, lying sprawled out without regard for his dignity, slowly calming his breathing in the Heart Lake.
“Great Chu is indeed blessed with great martial fortune.”
Miao Zhen, staring in the direction where Wu Zhexian had left, suddenly spoke out.
“That’s for sure.”
True Master Jun Shan said with a smile, “That one is my sworn brother…
Besides, the old ancestor of the Qin Family is getting on in years.
Isn’t it necessary to have someone to take over?”
“That’s true.”
Miao Zhen, holding the Treasure Staff, softly reflected, “But it’s really hard to accept.
It’s only been 60 years since the Rebirth and Relearning, and Wu Zhexian’s realm seems to have become even stronger than you and me in those days…”
60 years.
For the common folk, it’s almost a lifetime.
But for a Yang God, it is merely a larger wave, and if unattached to the dust of karma, a Yang God can live with ease for five times 60 years.
“What’s the matter with you?
Living an extra lifetime after reincarnating and yet you seem melancholic?”
Jun Shan glanced sidelong at Miao Zhen and sneered, “Don’t tell me you’ve never defeated Red Immortal…”
“Jun Shan, you must be itching for a fight again.”
Miao Zhen said coldly, “Do you dare to choose a mountain top to have a real contest?”
“I do not bully monks.”
Jun Shan raised an eyebrow and spoke righteously, “Although my sworn brother has left, my second brother is also one in a million genius, surname Xie, surname Xie?”
He called out twice before realizing that Xie Zhen had already disappeared.
“Where’s Xie Zhen?”
Jun Shan frowned.
“Master…
he said he wanted to take one last look.”
Mi Yun spoke softly, pointing in the direction they came from.
…
…
Upstream of Qu River, in the reed marsh, the Jade Talisman-constructed gate slowly closed.
The brilliance dissipated.
A streak of Sword Qi appeared above the reed marsh.
“Gone.”
“It’s all gone…”
Xie Xuanyi, with a solemn expression, released his Divine Thought, inspecting the battlefield of the battle.
After he had dismembered Yuan Jimo into pieces, he did not linger.
Such severe injuries required no further blows; this could be called the most agonizing of “injuries that will die.” The message released by Wu Zhexian to some extent also confirmed his own speculation.
The Yang God did not hide the news of Yuan Jimo’s death.
But why have Yuan Jimo’s remains all disappeared?
Even the bloody aura vanished without a trace…
This exceeded Xie Xuanyi’s understanding.
He gazed intently at the river tide where a great battle had unfolded not long ago.
His Divine Thought swept through the river waters, yet he could detect no trace of blood, the reeds near the riverfront white and silent, as if nothing had ever happened.
No battle, no death, no Sword Qi, no blood.
Maybe this was also the reason why Wu Zhexian did not pursue the matter further.
All evidence had disappeared.
The river tide churned, a field of white.
Xie Xuanyi returned to the Treasure Ship by Sword Control.
Seeing him somewhat absent-minded, True Master Jun Shan hurriedly floated over and curiously asked, “Surname Xie, not happy even after killing Yuan Jimo?”
“One should be happy.”
Xie Xuanyi rubbed his brow and gave a bitter smile.
This Northern Hunt, aside from searching for Chu Guo, the most important task was to take the opportunity of the envoy’s journey to eliminate a formidable enemy.
Killing Yuan Jimo was worth celebrating with a great drunken revel.
But at this moment, he really couldn’t muster such a mood.
With no outsiders present, Xie Xuanyi simply spoke out about the oddity of Qu River…
True Master Jun Shan and Miao Zhen exchanged a look, both faces revealing a peculiar expression.
“You mean, after Yuan Jimo was chopped to pieces, his corpse disappeared?”
True Master Jun Shan frowned, “This is indeed too strange.
Who would need to collect such remains?
Come to think of it, Qu River is not far from the South Border, could it be some necrophiliac took these remains away?”
Miao Zhen was also puzzled and after a moment, slowly said, “The poor monk has heard…
that the Heavenly Puppet Sect has a penchant for Corpse Refining.”
“Do these Evil Cultivators have the audacity?”
Xie Xuanyi shook his head.
The moment Wu Zhexian stepped into Qu River’s domain with his True Body of a Yang God—
Even the Red Immortal was scared out of his wits!
Those leaders of the Evil Cultivators in South Border all cherish their lives like gold; who would dare to attract such terrible bad luck at a time when someone from the Jade Talisman gate could arrive at any moment?
At this moment.
The little monk Mi Yun sitting in a wheelchair spoke up, slowly voicing three words.
“Paperman Sect.”
These three words sent a chill through Xie Xuanyi’s heart.
He quickly looked at Mi Yun, “Is this the guidance of the Karma Principle?”
“Benefactor, it’s just my guess, it’s not an indication given by the Karma Principle…”
Mi Yun quickly apologized, his hands pressed together, he softly chanted a Buddha name and slowly explained, “Although the little monk does not know why someone would collect these remains, the fact is that it indeed happened, right?
To achieve all this…
two conditions need to be met.”
“One, not fearing the True Body of Wu Zhexian’s Yang God.”
“Two, having the capability to gather Qu River’s remains before the Yang God arrives.”
These two conditions seem simple.
At least the leaders of Hehuan Sect, Heavenly Puppet Sect, and those from Yin Mountain, definitely do not possess them.
The Red Immortal, White Ghost, Qing Xiao, Mo Taoist…
these people never dare to leave South Border, taking away a set of remains is meaningless.
But the Paperman Sect is different.
So far, nobody knows what the Paperman Sect intends to do in South Border.
The arts of the Paperman Sect are extremely bizarre.
The purpose of the Paperman Sect is unfathomable.
“Damn it.”
True Master Jun Shan, with hands behind his back, muttered, “I really can’t understand, what does the Paperman Sect need those remains for?”
“…”
Xie Xuanyi sank into contemplation.
This time, was it Lu Yuzhen?
When the Great Yue Kingdom exterminated Wu Yin, a similar incident occurred…
he knew that Lu Yuzhen definitely had such capability, and what’s more, the other also possessed an against-heaven treasure like the Undying Spring.
Lu Yuzhen’s development of the “Undying Spring” was deeper than his.
If the collection of remains was to bring Yuan Jimo back to life?
No, impossible.
At this thought, Xie Xuanyi shook his head, “It doesn’t seem like Paperman Sect.”
Because he could not understand the meaning of this action.
Everything Yuan Jimo did was to promote the Southern Border Demon Cleansing…
Lu Yuzhen would not revive such a person.
“If it’s not the Paperman Sect, then the little monk does not know who it could be.”
Mi Yun showed some regret; although he had awakened the power of Buddha Bones, the use of this Karma Principle was not within his control.
He wanted to use the Karma Principle to comprehend and touch many things, but the “Tanluan Buddha Bones” did not follow his wishes.
Perhaps after more years of cultivation, he would be able to control this power at will.
Speaking of this, he suddenly paused.
He exclaimed softly, and his gaze shifted slightly towards the upstream direction of Qu River.
The Karma Principle in his brow began to flicker with light.
The guidance from the hidden realm.
Allowed him to see some fragmented images.