infodatos Chapter 99 Tragedy
Chapter 99 Tragedy
Wen Haoran insisted on waiting for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
The ten-zhang (approximately 33 meters) range of his aura shrank to three zhang (approximately 13 meters).
The pure white light shrank into a small cocoon within the thick black fog, barely enveloping the four people inside.
The rubbing of the Wanmin Book hung in mid-air, the ink characters on the bamboo slips fading one by one.
The patina on the edges of the bamboo strips faded from a warm, dark brown to a withered, grayish-white.
Then it fell down.
Like a bird with broken wings, it fell straight into the muddy water.
The bamboo slip bounced in the muddy water, the pages scattered, and the ink characters became blurred by the rain.
Wen Haoran's voice also became hoarse at this moment, as if something was choking his throat.
But he can't stop.
His voice grew louder, so loud that it drowned out the sound of the rain, the roars of beasts, and the rustling whispers in the black mist.
On the city wall, Lin Mu's martial arts techniques suddenly heated up.
After observing, one can replicate: Righteous Spirit.
Whether it will be a replica.
He instantly became excited and silently repeated "yes" in his mind.
This was the literary and artistic method he had always dreamed of.
A pure and warm current slowly spread along the meridians, completely different from the gentle tranquility of the Heart-Cleansing Mantra, the fierce power of the fist, and the wildness of the Demon Source.
His noble spirit was upright and righteous, filling his chest with boundless energy.
At the same time, Lin Mu also understood that the reason why it could not be replicated before was not because the level of the Righteous Qi itself was too high, but because the Righteous Qi was blessed by the Book of Ten Thousand People.
The atmosphere on the city wall changed abruptly at that moment.
Quan Feng drew "Swallow Wind" from his waist, the dark gold patterns on the blade flashing for a moment in the rain.
Then he jumped.
Like a pebble thrown into a black ocean.
Zhao Sheng followed closely behind, followed by Sun Qi.
Then came the Cui family, the Ye family, the Zhao family, the Quan family...
No one shouted slogans, no one beat drums; they simply jumped off the city wall one after another, falling into the endless horde of beasts.
Like raindrops falling into the ocean, they are swallowed up in the blink of an eye.
Lin Mu also jumped down.
As he landed, his fist, capable of shattering mountains and rivers, smashed the skull of a demon wolf. Then he straightened up, took a deep breath, and released his righteous energy through his will.
"Heaven and earth possess righteous energy, which manifests in various forms. Below, it becomes rivers and mountains; above, it becomes the sun and stars. In man, it is called the vast and righteous spirit, which fills the boundless sky."
A very faint, thin layer of pure white light emanated from his fingertips, so faint that it was almost invisible.
Compared to Wen Haoran's overwhelming stream of light, it's like fireflies compared to the bright moon.
If one's moral compass is unstable, one's noble spirit will be like a candle flickering in the wind.
However, it cannot deal area-of-effect damage, but it can still deal burst damage to a single target.
Lin Mu's mind raced, and he covered the edge of Shattered Mountains and Rivers with that extremely faint and thin layer of pure white light, and punched an Icefield Wolf in front of him.
The moment the fist made contact with the fur, the righteous energy seeped into it along the contact surface.
The primal imprint within the Ice Wolf's body flickered violently as it was scorched by this extremely powerful and righteous force, causing the wolf's movements to freeze for a moment.
In that instant, the fist, imbued with inch-force, slammed into its body.
Get twice the result with half the effort.
The righteous aura is pressed onto the contact surface, without the need for an overwhelming flow of light, but only a very thin and dense light film is condensed on the fist.
It saves time and effort while being highly efficient.
In stark contrast to Lin Mu's high morale were Wen Haoran and the three Core Formation experts.
The situation over there is terrible.
The two guards' longswords had been chipped, and their blades were covered with bits of flesh and blood from the monster.
The hand holding the knife was jolted by the recoil, causing the web of the thumb to split open, and blood flowed down the hilt.
Their backs remained pressed against Wen Haoran's shoulders the entire time, without retreating an inch.
Duanmu Hong's azure light barrier was compressed thinner and thinner in the black mist, and each time the suction collapsed, it could only hold back one or two Transformation Realm demonic beasts.
Meanwhile, more monsters continued to pounce on the corpses of their companions.
He saw a giant skull formed from black mist in the dark clouds in the direction of the Eternal Night Forest.
A dark gold skull slowly emerged from the clouds, each turn creating a visible ripple in the air.
The skull opened its mouth.
A deep, muffled sound came from the depths of the clouds, piercing through the rain, the roars of beasts, and all the noise on the battlefield.
"You're nothing but a demon descendant, what right do you have to study literature and martial arts?"
Even if you learn it, you'll still just be a demon.
Will humanity accept you? Will the Wen family accept you?
"You're just a scapegoat."
Another voice came from the other side of the skull, sharper and piercing, like a woman screaming.
"Why can demon descendants also cultivate the Way of Literature?"
There was another voice, older and deeper, like a sigh.
"A child who can't even say what kind of demon his father is."
……
Wen Haoran's body trembled.
The bamboo slip slipped from his hand and fell into the muddy water, the pages crackling as the rain pattered against them.
He looked down at his hands.
Those hands that held bamboo slips for over a decade, those hands that could write magnificent articles and display righteous spirit.
The moonlight shone on the back of his hand, making the veins bulge and something wriggling faintly beneath his skin.
The extremely pale and dark gold color looked as if something had ignited deep within his blood.
He looked up at the skull in the dark clouds, then looked down at his own hands.
The pure white light of his righteous energy receded inch by inch from his fingertips, back to his palm, back to his wrist, and back to his chest.
His back was still ramrod straight, but his eyes had become lifeless and empty.
"You guys go first."
"Now is the time."
His voice was terribly hoarse, as if he was using his last bit of strength to squeeze every word out of his throat.
The older guard interrupted him, saying without turning his head, "Wherever the young master is, we will be there."
"Young master saved our lives, our lives belong to you."
Duanmu Hong stood with his hands behind his back. His plain black robe was already soaked with rainwater and the blood of demonic beasts. The blue light wall slowly swirled in front of him, and the light wall was so thin that it was almost transparent.
He said, "I am the local official in charge of Heyuan."
"How can a local official abandon the people and run away?"
Three more voices came from the skull almost simultaneously, each one colder than the last.
Did your mother tell you who your father is?
"She didn't tell you because she didn't know either."
"Back then, which of those demon descendants wasn't born after being abducted by demonic beasts? Your mother was one of them."
"You have the blood of demons flowing in your veins, what are you reciting sage texts for?"
"You've been a filthy demon from the very beginning, yet you dare to dream of becoming a master of literature and Taoism. What a fool's dream."
......
The voice was incessant and seductive.
Wen Haoran's body swayed violently.
His eyes became unfocused.
"I am a descendant of the demons."
"I shouldn't have pursued the Way of Literature."
"Who is my father?"
"The Wen family doesn't want me, and the Demon Alliance is plotting against me. Where can I go?"
......
His thoughts began to become confused.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rainwater was streaming down his cheeks, making it impossible to distinguish between the rain and something else.
Then he started shouting.
"I'm an abandoned person!"
"The Wen family doesn't want me, and the Demon Alliance betrayed me!"
"I'm not a literary genius!"
"I am a demon!"
"I have no home."
The pure white light of his righteous energy flickered uncertainly in his chest, like a candle in the wind, shrinking back inch by inch.
Shrink from the chest to the dantian, then shrink from the dantian to nothingness.
He knelt in the mud, the splashing mud wetting his clothes.
Dao Xin was broken.
The moment the righteous spirit completely dissipated, the rain suddenly paused in the air for a moment.
Thousands upon thousands of raindrops remained still in the air, each one reflecting his image as he knelt in the mud.
Then a strong wind suddenly arose, scattering raindrops in all directions.
It was as if heaven and earth were weeping for this scholar whose heart had been broken.