Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 934 Inheritance (Part 3)

"Things have come to this point, so the consequences... don't really matter anymore..."

Lu Chenxin spread his five fingers, and dozens of green beads shot out.

scoff!

Suddenly, countless green beads exploded, shooting out like raindrops, covering large areas of the Thunder Cave.

Rumble, rumble...

The entire Thunder Cave trembled violently as if it had been bombarded by artillery fire. The booming explosions were continuous, the earth shook, and debris flew everywhere. In the blink of an eye, most of the cave collapsed, leaving behind a scene of devastation.

"That's about it. This way, whether she's dead or not, the traces will disappear, and no evidence will be found. At least we won't be exposed..." Originally, Lu Chenxin planned to find Chun Huiru and eradicate her completely to ensure that nothing went wrong.

But now that I look at it... it's a bit too late.

If you clean up the traces and don't get caught, there's no way to prove anything, which is a form of security in itself.

In an instant, countless thoughts raced through Lu Chenxin's mind.

But they were forced to find that there was only one choice.

"We have no choice but to retreat!"

Lu Chenxin's face darkened, his figure faded, turning into a streak of black lightning that disappeared into the air like a ghost.

He also figured it out.

Chunhui seemed to be dead yet not dead.

It's actually no longer relevant to the overall situation.

An unexpected event occurred.

Things escalated. From the very beginning, the situation developed in ways that were unexpected and completely deviated from the plan.

Lu Chenxin originally intended to act silently, eliminate dissidents, create the illusion of missing persons, and clear the obstacles on the way to becoming the sect leader.

Since the plan has failed.

The most urgent task is not to determine whether Chunhuiru is alive or dead.

Instead, they hurried back to find a way out.

It's obvious...

He couldn't stay at the Myriad Manifestations School any longer.

Lu Chen made up his mind and finally made a decision.

Lin Mu went back on his word, forgetting the old ones for the new ones, which delayed him for so long...

If Lin Mu is unkind, then don't blame Lu Chen for being unjust.

Ripples spread through the void, carried by wisps of air.

There was no one left in the cave.

Bang bang bang! ! !

Hearing the continuous explosions ahead, Lin Mu's expression grew increasingly grim.

It was beyond ugly; it looked like a corpse pulled out of the water, deathly pale.

If the Thunder Cave is gone too.

The most core cultivation resources of the Myriad Manifestations School were destroyed.

Then all his previous efforts, hard work, and perseverance have become a joke.

Everything in the past has been in vain. Even with its popularity, abundant resources, and restored territory, without Lei Ku, the future has been lost at its very core.

Without the Thunder Cave, one cannot cultivate the "Four Seasons Demon Blade," which is no different from the disbandment of a school, and perhaps even worse.

After all, even if a school of thought disbands, its legacy may not necessarily be severed, and there is still a sliver of hope for its revival.

"Thank goodness... thank goodness..."

Standing above the Thunder Cave, Lin Mu trembled violently and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

The basin beneath my feet was a vast expanse of scorched black earth, littered with debris and fragments. Thick, writhing black smoke billowed like a heavy cloud, within which flashes of lightning and fire could be seen.

The damage appears extremely severe, but fortunately, the main lightning array still exists and remains in good condition, which means there is still a possibility of recovery.

This is why Lin Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll go down and take a look."

Han Yi's figure flashed, and he flew towards the Thunder Cave like a large bird.

"Be careful. Watch out, there might be enemies." Lin Mu stood behind him, anxiously reminding him.

It wasn't that he had bad intentions and wanted Han Yi to go down first to lead the charge. It was just that he couldn't get in at all.

As a bound spirit, even if he cultivated the Spring Thunder Blade in his previous life and condensed thunder-attribute imagery, he was extremely compatible with thunder-type energy.

After being transformed into a pure, earthbound spirit, lightning became Lin Mu's greatest fear.

It was already quite an achievement to be able to suppress the instinctive fear and dread that arose within one and stand at the edge of the lightning cave.

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"Huff...huff...are we leaving already...?"

Chunhui felt as if everything was in complete darkness, unable to see anything clearly. She didn't know if she had gone blind or if it had just gotten dark.

Or rather, she came to another world.

“This is good... I’ll be able to see my mother and aunt soon…” Chunhui felt her body getting lighter and lighter, floating more and more, and slowly rising into the air and heading away in one direction.

She misses her childhood.

I miss the carefree days of my past.

At that time, the school of thought was also declining, its territory was shrinking, and resources were scarce; sometimes it was not as stable as it is now.

But at that time, people were united, faces were smiling, and the atmosphere was one of solidarity and friendship.

Nothing is a problem.

With her mother, Uncle Mu, Aunt Chun Rongrong, and many other elders supporting her, she was in the lead.

Chunhui's biggest worry was how to find a way to skip Uncle Mu's morning lessons.

That's it.

Children always look forward to growing up quickly.

When adults finally grow up, they often find themselves longing for their childhood.

Chunhui was like that. It was at this moment that she realized what real pressure was.

With all the elders who could have stood in front of him dead, Uncle Mu, who had been transformed into a bound spirit, was unable to leave his post and could not go anywhere in order to ensure the continuation of the school.

Therefore, as the senior disciple, she had to take on everything for the school.

Recruiting disciples, imparting skills and answering questions, earning resources, and even maintaining the daily operation of the school...

She does everything herself. Although she is nominally the senior disciple of the school, the responsibilities she shoulders are no different from those of the school leader.

Some people even gossip behind her back, saying she's too silly, too stupid, too dumb.

He wasn't destined to be a faction leader, but he did the work of one.

Heart is higher than the sky, life is thinner than paper.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Lin Mu had never intended to groom Chun Huiru as the sect leader. Little did he know, Chun Huiru herself was also aware of this.

She's just a little slow to react, not really stupid.

But the problem is that there are no suitable candidates within the school of thought at present.

Every single thing needs to be done by someone.

She had no other thoughts than to be unable to bear seeing Uncle Mu struggling alone, and to be unable to bear seeing the legacy built by their ancestors destroyed in her hands. She wanted to do whatever she could, even if it meant being talked about, ridiculed, and ostracized.

Fortunately, she finally got what she was waiting for...

Freed.

Lacking in aptitude, talent, and character.

In reality, she was simply not qualified to be a senior sister; her capacity was insufficient to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

The heavy pressure weighed on his heart, and he could not find relief. Apart from Uncle Mu, he had no one to confide in.

But she was too ashamed to confide in Uncle Mu. The only descendant of the Chun family… hadn’t even mastered their own family’s tradition…

For a junior, this kind of pressure is immense.

Rumors, pointing fingers, strange looks...

Over the years, it has almost driven her crazy.

If it weren't for the many things the school of thought had to do, keeping her constantly busy and finding excuses to deal with things, she felt she might have gone crazy long ago.

But it's fine now.

She was finally free.

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"It seems... there are still people alive..."

Han Yi lightly tapped his feet and swiftly traversed the basin filled with black smoke.

Upon closer inspection, he could faintly sense an extremely weak aura hidden within the ruins ahead.

Soon, a large pit appeared in front of him in the middle of the basin.

"That's..." Han Yi's pupils constricted sharply, his face filled with astonishment, "Senior Sister Huiru?!"

A charred, smoky humanoid skeleton appeared at the bottom of the pit.

It looked more like a charred stick than a person.

Its head was pitch black, its face was completely hairless, and its facial features were also dark and indistinct. Wisps of heat rose from its seven orifices.

In addition, its entire body was covered with numerous charred and burned marks, with dense black fissures everywhere, making it look like a porcelain doll that could crack at any moment. There wasn't even a trace of flesh on its legs, only two black bones hanging from its body like chopsticks.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, no one would have thought he was a living person.

Han Yi didn't recognize her at first either, but he recognized Chun Huiru's identity because the aura he sensed was somewhat familiar. "Senior Sister Huiru? Senior Sister Huiru? Senior Sister Huiru?!"

Several distant shouts brought Chunhui back to reality.

"I...I'm not dead yet?" She recognized Han Yi's voice.

She tried to open her eyes, but found that she couldn't open them no matter what she did.

“Go…go quickly…there are…there are enemies…” Chunhui struggled to get up, stretching out her arms as if trying her best.

However, with her legs and arms almost completely crippled, she couldn't stand up at all.

"That person's movements are very strange... ruthless... they might be nearby... there's danger... you... go first..."

Even so, Chunhui twisted her neck, moved her jaw, and struggled inward, trying desperately to move her body and shield Han Yi. "You... are the hope of the school... you can't be harmed here... go! Go quickly!!!"

As she moved, the black, charred wounds on her body cracked open, and her chapped skin resembled a dried-up riverbed, with large amounts of blood flowing out continuously, leaving a clear bloodstain on the ground.

But Chunhui seemed oblivious, and roared loudly at Han Yi.

She had actually decided to die.

I don't want more people to get involved, especially Han Yi, the seed of the future school of thought that Uncle Mu finally found.

"It's alright, senior sister."

A deep sense of respect rose in Han Yi's eyes.

He is not a good person in the strict sense, nor could he do something as selfless as Chunhui.

Even at the very last moment of their lives, their thoughts were still on protecting others. Han Yi may not be able to become such a person, but he admires such people and is happy to be their friend.

"Because there are only two kinds of people in this world. One kind will do anything to save their lives, while the other kind will always put morality and responsibility first, even at the cost of their own lives."

The difference between these two types of people lies not in their fear of death, but in knowing they will die yet still facing death without hesitation. Only those who live by this principle can be called truly alive…

Looking at Chunhuiru, who was on the verge of death, Han Yi felt a pang of emotion.

This cheap senior sister isn't very strong; even in the Yunzhou martial arts world, she wouldn't be considered a strong person.

But now, facing imminent death, the way they've behaved... is enough to make 99% of people ashamed.