Chapter 29: Solidifying Spirit Grass (XIV)

Sui Ning raised her head and looked into the void with Xie Changzhou. In the first scene, two hundred years ago, outside Nanjing City.

“Help… help…” Su Kou, dressed in wedding attire, her beautiful face filled with tears, stared blankly at the martial artist who escorted her to the wedding.

The martial artist extended his hand menacingly towards her, and Su Kou closed her eyes in despair. Suddenly, a bright white spiritual energy struck, directly sending those martial artists flying.

Su Kou opened her eyes in confusion and looked at the monk before her. The monk had gentle and clear eyebrows, and a warm and gentle voice came forth: “Miss, are you alright?”

Su Kou’s hand trembled slightly. “Yan Zhang?” It was their first encounter twenty years later, when Yan Zhang saved Su Kou.

In the second scene, inside an inn, Su Kou tightly held onto Yan Zhang’s sleeve, tears streaming down her face, and choked as she asked, “Do you really intend to search for that ghostly groom?”

Yan Zhang responded helplessly, “Miss Su, dealing with the ghost groom is my responsibility.”

“But the ghost groom has the assistance of the Three-Soul Corpse! You will go to your death alone!”

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Outside, the Three-Soul Corpses were intercepting Yan Zhang. His body was covered in blood, with almost no uninjured parts left.

The white monk’s robe had turned dark red, and the radiance of the Wugang Pearl had become faint.

He finally found an opportunity to enter the ice chamber and set up the Wugang Pearl to intercept the remaining three-soul corpses outside.

Inside the ice chamber, six women were distributed around the formation, with one woman suspended in the center of the formation.

At first glance, Yan Zhang saw Su Kou.

Su Kou’s face was pale, struggling to look towards Yan Zhang, and Yan Zhang was instantly shocked.

“Ah Kou!”

He activated his spiritual energy and directly attacked the ghost groom, who was manipulating the formation. His gentle face was filled with killing intent, and the two engaged in a fierce battle.

However, Yan Zhang was severely injured and naturally, no match for the ghost groom. Within a few breaths, he was heavily thrown against the wall.

The ghost groom’s face twisted with a sinister expression, sneering at him, “You are just a mere nascent soul stage cultivator, yet you dare to disturb my plans.”

Seeing that the formation was about to be completed, the ghost groom had no time to deal with him and focused on controlling the formation to complete the remaining steps.

Moments before the completion of the formation, Yan Zhang finally struggled to stand up.

His brows and eyes were resolute as he rushed towards the formation in the center of the ice chamber. His spiritual energy scattered in all directions, attacking the formation with gentle and pure energy.

Yan Zhang’s Buddhist cultivation was particularly effective against evil and especially against this kind of wicked formation.

As his spiritual energy dispersed, the formation seemed to receive a tremendous blow, causing the seven brides who were originally bound by it to fall to the ground.

The ghost groom roared in anger, “No, my resurrection formation!”

His brows and eyes instantly turned vicious, and the eerie energy around him surged towards Yan Zhang. “You shall die!”

Yan Zhang didn’t back down in the slightest. He firmly stood in front of Su Kou.

When the ghost groom’s sharp nails pierced Yan Zhang’s chest, a powerful and pure spiritual energy struck, instantly sending the ghostly groom flying.

“Yan Zhang!”

Several monks wearing the robes of the Jingchan Sect rushed in and caught Yan Zhang’s falling body.

Su Kou, who had fallen to the ground, struggled to crawl towards Yan Zhang. She pushed away the monk blocking her and threw herself onto Yan Zhang.

Tears streamed down her face as she futilely covered his wound. “Yan Zhang, Yan Zhang, don’t scare me.”

Yan Zhang coughed up blood heavily, the gentle light in his eyes gradually fading away.

He trembled as he took the Wugang Pearl from his hand and gently placed it in Su Kou’s hand.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, and Su Kou leaned closer.

Yan Zhang said, “Ah Kou… I’m sorry…”

Before he could finish speaking, the light in his eyes completely vanished.

Su Kou screamed and cried out to the monks beside her, “Save him! Save him quickly!”

The monks looked at each other with difficulty, and an older monk clasped his hands together and bowed to Su Kou.

“Amitabha Buddha, Yan Zhang… cannot be saved.”

Su Kou instantly collapsed, wailing loudly.

On the day Su Kou was taken away by the ghost groom, the people of the Jingchan Sect finally arrived and killed the ghost groom.

But Yan Zhang had also died.

In the fourth act, in a dimly lit room, Su Kou curled up in a corner, hugging her knees.

Her expression was blank, devoid of any emotion on her beautiful face. She seemed lifeless, like a withered rose.

Suddenly, a dark mist surged in front of her, and amidst the swirling black fog, a tall and slender figure gradually appeared.

Su Kou was startled, her horrified face turning away.

In the black mist, a man dressed in a black robe stood, his face obscured by the fog.

In a low voice, he softly called out to her, “Su Kou.”

Su Kou held herself tightly, and with a bewildered look, she asked him, “Who are you?”

The man didn’t answer her question but conjured a withered spirit herb.

Extending his pale and slender hand, he handed it over to Su Kou, who stared blankly at the herb, looking somewhat puzzled as she glanced back at him.

The man whispered, “This is the Solidifying Spirit Grass. It can nourish the soul and aid in its rebirth.”

A glimmer of light flickered in Su Kou’s eyes.

The man continued, “I can help you place Liao Wu’s soul inside it, as long as you listen to me.”

Upon hearing the man’s words, Su Kou became overjoyed and rushed forward, grabbing onto the man’s robe in a panic and nodding fervently. She said, “I’m willing! Tell me, I’ll listen! As long as you can save Liao Wu!”

The man lightly laughed—a twisted and ruthless laughter.

Following that, several scenes unfolded, depicting Su Kou starting to practice dark arts, venturing into demonic paths, and using the retrospective mirror to create one illusion after another, drawing out the vitality of the entire city’s inhabitants with the man’s assistance.

The screen closed, and Liao Wu’s memories ended at this point.

Sui Ning asked in astonishment, “In Liao Wu’s memories, why are there memories of Su Kou afterward? By that time, Liao Wu was already dead.”

Xie Changzhou’s face turned cold, and he replied, “It’s the Solidifying Spirit Grass. Liao Wu’s soul was nurtured within the grass, and he retains the memories witnessed by the grass.”

So that’s how it is. Sui Ning nodded in understanding.

Suddenly, something came to her mind, and her expression froze as she quickly looked at Xie Changzhou.

Xie Changzhou’s expression was also not good; his warm face was filled with an aura of solemnity.

“Jianzun, who is that man in the black robe? He orchestrated everything Su Kou did!”

The pressure emanating from Xie Changzhou’s body became heavy, and his brows furrowed slightly. “I don’t know.”

That man’s face was deliberately obscured by the black mist.

The first person he thought of was Shen Jie, but upon second thought, Shen Jie was merely a cultivator who hadn’t even reached the Nascent Soul stage two hundred years ago. How could he possess a demon realm treasure like the retrospective mirror?

Furthermore, he had faced Shen Jie many times and was familiar with his appearance. It didn’t match at all.

So, it wasn’t Shen Jie.

But that person was definitely from the demon realm.

He tried to recall several demonic realm leaders he knew, but none of them fit the description.

Who could that person be?

Also, why was Nanjing City massacred, and why did the Jingchan Sect show no reaction?

Xie Changzhou’s dark lashes drooped, and his gaze focused on the Wugang pearl in his hand.

It seemed necessary to pay a visit to Jingchan Sect.

Xie Changzhou’s once gentle face now bore a layer of frost, his brows furrowed, and his expression grave.

Sui Ning’s gaze fell on his hand, and the Wugang pearl lay quietly in Xie Changzhou’s palm.

Deprived of its master’s nourishment, the Wugang pearl had lost its former brilliance. It now appeared dull and devoid of the characteristics of a high-grade artifact.

Sui Ning fell silent for a moment before speaking, “Although Nanjing City is a small, remote, and desolate city, the massacre of thousands of people without the Jingchan Sect noticing is definitely suspicious.”

She paused for a moment and looked at Xie Changzhou, speaking softly, “Jianzun, we need to pay a visit to Jingchan Sect.”

Xie Changzhou was momentarily surprised but soon smiled lightly, saying, “Ningning, it seems we had the same idea.”

He lowered his gaze slightly, meeting her eyes. The coldness between his brows dissipated, and his face regained its elegance and gentleness. There was a touch of tenderness in his eyes.

Sui Ning stared into his eyes for a moment, her heartbeat seeming to pause, and then a tingling sensation spread from her chest and a flush appeared on her cheeks.

She quickly averted her gaze, feeling somewhat annoyed. Why did she feel like she had become a pervert?

Moreover, Xie Changzhou had been acting strangely recently. While he had always treated her well, he had also shown a certain distance and a probing attitude.

Now that the probing was gone, it seemed that he trusted her more, with a genuine trust that came from the bottom of his heart.

The system: ” […You sure know how to use adjectives.]”

Suddenly, something dawned on Sui Ning, and she was startled.

Could it be that Xie Changzhou liked her?

The system was delighted. Could it be that its useless host had finally become enlightened?

“I think there’s—” Sui Ning quickly denied, “No, that’s not right. I haven’t done anything to fulfill the capture mission. It has always been Xie Changzhou saving me and taking care of me.”

Why would Xie Changzhou be interested in her?

Could it be her beauty?

System: [I think there’s-]

Sui Ning quickly denied: In terms of looks, Xie Changzhou is much better looking than her. She doesn’t consider herself a great beauty either. It shouldn’t be about her appearance.

System: [It’s not necessarily]

Sui Ning seemed to suddenly realize something: It must be her true kindness and beauty that moved Xie Changzhou, making him feel that she is not a bad person and therefore trusting her.

After understanding this, Sui Ning breathed a sigh of relief. She knew it; Xie Changzhou couldn’t possibly like her so quickly. A high-ranking flower like him isn’t easily plucked.

The system, which had been interrupted continuously, gritted its teeth: […Sui Ning, the Book Transmigration Agency must have been blind.]

After saying that, the system went offline and locked itself in the “black room.”

Sui Ning: “?”

She hadn’t had time to figure it out when she heard a familiar voice in her ear.

“Ningning, what’s wrong?”

Sui Ning quickly regained her senses and met Xie Changzhou’s worried gaze.

Realizing that Xie Changzhou had called her several times, Sui Ning smiled apologetically and said, “Sorry, I was lost in thought just now.”

Xie Changzhou nodded slightly and said, “It’s alright, as long as you’re okay.”

“Jianzun, shall we go to Jingchan Sect now?”

“Yes, let’s go now.”

Xie Changzhou summoned Du Wang, and Sui Ning quickly followed.

There were no living people left in Nanjing City. The illusion had been broken, and it had become a dead city with no hidden dangers. There was no need for them to stay.

Jingchan Sect was quite far from Nanjing City, which was why the city had become so desolate.

Although Nanjing City was under the jurisdiction of the Jingchan Sect, there weren’t many disciples of the sect remaining in the city. Without the support and supervision of the main sect, Nanjing City would never have been able to develop.

When Sui Ning and Xie Changzhou arrived at Jingchan Sect, the disciples at the sect’s entrance quickly stepped forward to stop them.

A Buddhist monk dressed in white robes said softly, “Please stop, both of you.”

Xie Changzhou’s expression was gentle as he spoke softly, “I’m here to see Master Dingyuan. Please inform him that Ziyue has an important matter to discuss.”

One of the monks bowed with folded hands and said, “Very well, please wait a moment.”

The monk turned and left, and Sui Ning and Xie Changzhou waited quietly.

Sui Ning glanced secretly at Xie Changzhou. He had just mentioned… Ziyue?

The system came online: [Xie Changzhou’s real name is Ziyue. Didn’t I give you his personal information? What can you remember with your pig brain?]

Sui Ning casually replied, “Yeah, yeah, I’m a pig brain. Thanks, Big Bro System.”

The system, frustrated, went offline once again. It had never seen such a useless host!

Before long, the monk who had gone to inform them returned. “You may proceed.”

“Thank you.”

Xie Changzhou nodded slightly to express his gratitude, and the monk gracefully returned the gesture. The two of them followed the monk to the main hall.

The Jingchan Sect was famous for its Buddhist scriptures. In the empty main hall, an old man knelt, reciting the scriptures. He had a slightly hunched back, and his monk’s robes were draped with a layer of red kasaya. He paused when he heard the footsteps of two people entering the hall.

Xie Changzhou slightly bent his body and bowed to the old man, saying, “Ziyue pays respect to Master Dingyuan.”

Sui Ning quickly followed Xie Changzhou’s gesture and bowed to him, saying, “Sui Ning pays respect to Master Dingyuan.”

She felt a little puzzled. Xie Changzhou, a renowned sword saint and unquestionably the number one cultivator in the cultivation world, should really bow to Master Dingyuan?

Master Dingyuan slowly stood up, turned around, and nodded slightly to Xie Changzhou and Sui Ning.

Though he was old and had a slightly hunched back, he was not short. His face was lined with wrinkles, and he had a benevolent and kind smile.

He chuckled softly, saying, “No need for excessive courtesy. I couldn’t bear the bow of a sword saint.”

Xie Changzhou shook his head and said, “Master Dingyuan has universally benefited the world with immeasurable merit. He deserves respect from all. This is the respect Ziyue should show, unrelated to the position of the sword saint.”

Sui Ning understood. So that was the reason for the bow. Xie Changzhou had considered it thoroughly and showed such respect.

However, thinking about how this gentle and noble gentleman would later become corrupted and bring destruction to the cultivation world, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of heaviness weighing on her.

The future of the cultivation world was now in her hands!

A glimmer of determination flashed in Sui Ning’s eyes, and her expression became resolute.

Master Dingyuan, who was looking at her, raised a question: “What’s the matter, young lady?”

Xie Changzhou also looked at Sui Ning with confusion, his worry evident on his face.

Sui Ning quickly regained her composure and began to make up nonsense: “It’s nothing; I’m fine!”

Seeing that both Master Dingyuan and Xie Changzhou continued to look at her, Sui Ning had no choice but to continue with her fabrication. “I just met Master Dingyuan, and I seemed a bit excited. Master Dingyuan has a renowned reputation, and I have long wanted to meet you.”

Her eyes curved, and two dimples appeared on her fair cheeks, displaying a mischievous and playful smile.

Xie Changzhou’s heart skipped a beat, and his fair hand slightly clenched.

Master Dingyuan laughed openly and walked towards Sui Ning, saying, “Young lady, you are sincere indeed. Are you a disciple of the Limitless Sword Sect?”

Sui Ning replied with a smile, “I haven’t become a disciple yet. I can only be considered a half disciple of the Limitless Sword Sect.”

“Is that so? Then, young lady, who do you plan to take as your master?” Master Dingyuan paused for a moment and looked towards Xie Changzhou, whose face had turned slightly red.

With a playful tone, he asked, “Could it be that you want to take the Sword Saint as your master?”

Before Sui Ning could respond, Xie Changzhou suddenly spoke, “I have no intention of taking Ningning as my disciple.”

His voice carried a hint of excitement, and his usually gentle expression showed some urgency. Both Sui Ning and Master Dingyuan were momentarily stunned.

Realizing the situation he created, Xie Changzhou quickly adjusted his state and said softly, “I have no intention of taking any disciples, whether it is Ningning or others.”

His words carried a hint of compensation. Sui Ning became even more puzzled, and a deeper smile appeared on Master Dingyuan’s face.

Under the two fiery gazes, Xie Changzhou’s pale ears slowly turned red, and his fair side profile also took on a hint of blush, adding a touch of charm.

Sui Ning couldn’t help but want to laugh. Xie Changzhou blushing when someone stared at him was really… adorable.

Master Dingyuan chuckled and said, “Let’s not talk about that. Why did the Sword Saint and the young lady come to find me?”

Xie Changzhou, who has rarely come out of the Wenjian Peak in the past hundred years, must have come to the Jingchan Sect this time because of some urgent matter.

Master Dingyuan looked at Xie Changzhou with a smile, and Xie Changzhou’s expression became somewhat serious.

After a moment of contemplation, Xie Changzhou spoke: “Does Master Dingyuan know about Nanjing City?”

Master Dingyuan paused, lowered his gaze in contemplation, and then spoke after a while: “Nanjing City is a small city under the Jingchan Sect. It’s in a relatively desolate area and is nearing the territory of the Changming Sword Sect.”

He paused for a moment and continued, “As the Sword Saint knows, there have been some disputes between the Jingchan Sect and the Changming Sword Sect. To maintain harmony between the two sects, the Jingchan Sect hasn’t sent many disciples to guard Nanjing City.”

“Moreover, Nanjing City has been quite peaceful in recent years, and the few disciples stationed there haven’t reported any abnormalities in their annual letters.”

Having said that, Master Dingyuan looked at Xie Changzhou with confusion and asked, “Did the Sword Saint go to Nanjing City?”

Xie Changzhou’s face turned cold, a tinge of sorrow appearing in his azure eyes as he spoke word by word: “Nanjing City… has been massacred.”

As he finished speaking, Master Dingyuan’s compassionate face instantly turned pale, and he asked in disbelief, “Massacred?”

“Yes, the city was massacred; not a single person survived.”

Master Dingyuan’s eyes widened in shock, his hand gripping the Buddhist beads trembling slightly, and he muttered to himself, “How… how could the whole city be massacred?”

Xie Changzhou extended his slender and distinct hand, handing something over to Master Dingyuan. As Master Dingyuan looked at it, he immediately froze.

He hesitated and said, “This… is the Retrospective Mirror?”

“Yes, it’s the precious treasure from the Demon Realm, the Retrospective Mirror. Ningning and I found it in Nanjing City.”

Master Dingyuan looked up at him, astonishment filling his usually gentle face. “How could something from the Demon Realm appear in Nanjing City? Could it be that this object massacred the people of Nanjing city?”

Before Xie Changzhou could respond, Master Dingyuan denied his own words and lowered his head, saying, “No, the Retrospective Mirror doesn’t have the power to massacre a city, and Nanjing City had at least more than ten thousand people.”

Master Dingyuan’s expression became agitated, devoid of his usual calmness. “Has the Sword Saint uncovered the truth?”

Xie Changzhou nodded, then shook his head.

In a cool tone, he said, “I don’t know if Master Dingyuan is familiar with a person who died two hundred years ago in the Ghost Groom case in Nanjing City. His name was Liao Wu.”

Master Dingyuan was taken aback, then lowered his head with a touch of sorrow, sighing softly.

“I know Liao Wu. He was a young man with talents that could rival the Sword Saint. He reached the Nascent Soul stage at the age of thirty.”

“It’s a pity… Such a pity.”

Xie Changzhou spoke indifferently: “The person who massacred the people of Nanjing City this time was Su Kou, the former fiancée of Liao Wu before he became a Buddhist disciple. She is from the Su family of Longxi County in Nanjing City.”

Master Dingyuan was shocked internally. “Why would she massacre the entire population of Nanjing City?  How could she have the power to massacre the entire population of Nanjing City?”

He had heard of Su Kou before. When Liao Wu fell in the Ghost Groom case, the entire sect mourned. The Jingchan Sect even sent people to console Su Kou, as she was the only connection Liao Wu had to this mortal world.

But he remembered Su Kou as an ordinary person. She hadn’t cultivated, and it had been two hundred years. She should have turned to dust a long time ago.

Yet she hadn’t died, and she had even massacred the entire city of Nanjing!

Xie Changzhou sighed softly, unsure where to begin.

Sui Ning, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: “Su Kou used the Retrospective Mirror to create illusions in order to lure cultivators into Nanjing City. After killing them, she extracted their cultivation to nourish Liao Wu’s soul.”

“Liao Wu’s soul is in the Solidifying Spirit Grass. Su Kou used the life force of the entire city to accelerate the growth of the Solidifying Spirit Grass.”

She looked up at Master Dingyuan, her face filled with sorrow. “As a result, Nanjing City was completely massacred.”

Master Dingyuan was stunned, tightly gripping the Buddhist beads in his hand. “How could Su Kou have such great abilities?”

Xie Changzhou softly replied, “There was a man, a person from the Demon Realm, but I don’t know who he is. He gave Su Kou the Retrospective Mirror and Solidifying Spirit Grass, helping her extract the life force of the people in Nanjing City.”

He paused for a moment, a hint of guilt in his expression. “But I don’t know who he is. None of the people from the Demon Realm that I know can compare to him.”

“Furthermore, it has been two hundred years, and I don’t know if he is still alive.”

“If he’s dead, then that’s good. But if he’s not, what are his plans? What does he really want to do?”

“Master Dingyuan, the massacre of Nanjing City may just be the beginning.”

Xie Changzhou’s words hit Master Dingyuan like a heavy hammer, weighing heavily on his heart and leaving him a bit bewildered.

If that person from the Demon Realm is truly alive, what is his true intention behind the massacre in Nanjing City?

It couldn’t possibly be for the sake of helping Su Kou revive Liao Wu.

What is his real plan?

Master Dingyuan’s aged face turned cold, and a heavy aura enveloped him.

Xie Changzhou handed the Wugang pearl to Master Dingyuan. “Master Dingyuan, this is Liao Wu’s life-saving artifact. He gave it to Su Kou before his death, and now that Su Kou is deceased, I’m returning it to its rightful owner.”

“I came here this time to inform you about the situation in Nanjing City. It is a significant matter, and I hope that the Jingchan Sect will make preparations as soon as possible.”

“Also, the Jingchan Sect should thoroughly investigate the annual reports regarding Nanjing City. Who could have sent the false information?”

Master Dingyuan nodded, clasping his hands together with the Buddhist beads. “Thank you, Sword Saint.”

Xie Changzhou also bowed slightly in return. “It’s my duty. Once Ziyue returns to the Limitless Sword Sect, we will also discuss this matter.”

After he finished speaking, he prepared to take his leave, but Sui Ning stopped him. “Jianzun, there is one more thing I want to know.”

Xie Changzhou looked at her with surprise.

Sui Ning met his gaze and nodded gently.

Her expression was determined, and Xie Changzhou sighed. “Ask whatever you want to ask, Ningning.”

Sui Ning turned to Master Dingyuan and spoke softly, “Master, do you know what happened when Liao Wu was ten years old?”

She paused for a moment and continued, “Or rather, why did Liao Wu refuse to go find Su Kou? He wasn’t someone who could be so heartless.”

Master Dingyuan was taken aback, as if he hadn’t expected Sui Ning to ask about such a matter.

He lowered his head and pondered, but it had been too long, and he could hardly remember.

Finally, when he recalled, he let out a sigh. “Liao Wu, as a child, was brought here by my junior brother Dingzhen two hundred and twenty years ago. His entire family was slaughtered in one night.”

“Liao Wu’s biological parents had made some enemies years ago due to their upright principles and had hidden in Nanjing City. However, Su Kou’s father leaked the information, and they were targeted by their enemies. Only Liao Wu managed to escape and was saved by my junior brother.”

“Since then, he took on the name Liao Wu, severed his past, and entered the Jingchan Sect to cultivate.”

Sui Ning felt a tinge of bitterness in her heart. So Liao Wu’s refusal to acknowledge his past was due to these reasons.

She understood that, although this matter had nothing to do with Su Kou, he couldn’t accept Su’s family without any reservations. After all, Su Kou was Su’s daughter.

All he could do was sever the past, forget about the hatred, recite sutras, and pray that Su Kou would live a better life.

He thought that Su Kou, who was still young, would quickly forget about him, but he didn’t expect that Su Kou would wait for him for twenty years.

She was an extremely devoted woman.

Sui Ning felt a bit sad. She knew that Su Kou had committed numerous evil acts and was deeply guilty, but she also felt a sense of pity for her.

She didn’t know anything and believed that her beloved had abandoned her.

Waiting for twenty years, only to receive the news of her loved one’s death.

Her obsession turned her into a demon, desperately trying to revive Liao Wu, but in the end, both their souls scattered.

From the very beginning, they were doomed.

Inner Theater by the Author:

Xie Changzhou: “I never intended to take Ningning as my disciple!”

Sui Ning: “Are you looking down on me?”

Master Dingyuan: I just smile and say nothing.

Xie Changzhou’s inner thoughts: This person will be my future wife. How can I take her as my disciple!