“Just a dying person.” The man replied calmly.
Jian Xiuyun didn’t expect him to say this. He froze on the spot with surprise in his tone, “What do you mean?”
The man looked at him, his eyes calm and empty, as if there was really nothing to worry about.
He did not answer Jian Xiuyun, but suddenly advised, “Elder Jian, the situation has been decided, why bother struggling in vain? Besides, this is what they owe Fusang.”
Jian Xiuyun felt suffocated. Thinking of what he had heard back then, he felt a little unsure, “But it was clearly Fusang who sent someone to kill them first…”
“That’s nonsense!”
Jian Xiuyun was interrupted before he finished speaking.
The man’s expression finally changed a bit due to his words, with years of hatred and anger brimming in his eyes.
As if he didn’t want him to witness his loss of composure, the man turned his head, looking out the vermilion window. He sighed quietly, and said, “It’s just…the crime of holding a jade.”
After listening to his words, Jian Xiuyun remembered the description of Fusang that he had seen in the book.
“Fusang live in the south of Wan. They have a beautiful appearance, as bright as a banished immortal, and have a special quality. Should one dual cultivate with them, their spiritual power will increase day by day, which will have many benefits. Their golden core is as red as a blazing flame, but…”
The content of the book ended abruptly here, and the rest was torn off, as if to hide something.
But the funny thing is that this was just a cover-up. Everyone knew what was written next.
The golden core of the Fusang Clan is special and can blend perfectly with the body of any cultivator. If the golden core is damaged during cultivation, their golden core is the best medicine.
That was why he took Kan Wenxiao’s golden core in his last life.
Thinking of this, Jian Xiuyun instantly understood the meaning of the crime.
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It’s just that although the Fusang Clan had special golden cores, they were not strong in cultivation, so they had been hiding from the world.
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Although the Fusang Clan was rich, they had no advantage in the face of absolute force and were defeated in less than a day.
Then, it was a purgatory on earth.
That was the day he picked up Kan Wenxiao.
At that time, he was protected by his mother, his body covered with fire. He couldn’t even cry out in pain, and merely whimpered softly like a cat.
His mother had a large wooden board dropped on her body and had burnt to the point of being reduced to an inhuman shape, but she still used her last bit of strength to beg him to save Kan Wenxiao.
She was crying blood.
Jian Xiuyun’s heart was even colder at that time, and he did not intend to get involved in this trouble.
When the woman saw this, she began to cry.
It was hoarse and unpleasant, but after all these years, he heard another crying feminine voice.
Jian Xiuyun stopped walking, turned around and walked back.
Then he reached out to Kan Wenxiao, who was almost unconscious, and pulled him out of that hell.
The woman was speechless. Jian Xiuyun could only make out “Thank you” from the shape of her lips, and then there was eternal silence.
There were two ways to identify the Fusang Clan. One was their appearance. The Fusang Clan’s appearance was really too beautiful. Even those who cultivate as immortals have good looks. Compared with the Fusang Clan, they paled in comparison.
Second, when they were emotional, a hibiscus flower would appear on their body. The shape and location were different for each person. It could not be removed and will accompany the person for a lifetime.
It was difficult to hide a member of the Fusang Clan, but Kan Wenxiao was able to survive because of the scar on his face.
No one had discovered his identity for so many years.
As for the other Fusang people, he didn’t know.
But when Jian Xiuyun recalled the scene when he first met Kan Wenxiao, he was afraid that it would not be too good.
The man seemed to have seen his doubts and sneered, “After the Fusang Clan was destroyed, all the wealth accumulated in the past was plundered. The resisters were killed, the men of Fusang Clan were almost slaughtered, and the remaining young women were reduced to playthings or secret prostitution.”
Jian Xiuyun was silent. Although he didn’t know such details, he had heard a little about it. He only knew that they were regarded as low-class people and could be bought and sold at will, or hidden at home for fun, or became slaves.
Were there any in Xuyu Peak? Or maybe he just hadn’t encountered them before.
Jian Xiuyun didn’t dare think about Xuyu Peak. He clenched his sleeves with his slender fingers, confusion gnawing at his heart.
It had long been unclear whether this matter was right or wrong. They stood in different positions and could only fight to death.
The man’s tone gradually returned to calmness, and he said, “Elder Jian, take care of yourself.”
After saying that, he turned around and left.
But Jian Xiuyun suddenly asked, “Are you from the Eight Great Sects?”
The man stopped and asked, “Why do you say that?”
Jian Xiuyun replied, “Except for you, they all call me Jian Xianjun.”
As soon as Jian Xiuyun said this, the man chuckled, and then slowly turned around.
The man’s skin was very thin, and it seemed like the fluids flowing in the dark blue blood vessels could be seen. He raised his hand, put his fingers on the mask beside his ears, and said, “I have never been from the Eight Great Sects.”
The mask was slowly taken off, revealing a somewhat familiar face.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the person in front of him and felt that he looked very familiar
It seemed to be somewhat similar to Yu Huaien, but more charming and handsome, unlike a mortal.
Jian Xiuyun looked at him for a long time and called out tentatively, “Yu Huaien?”
He seemed to hate this name and sneered, with a mocking smile on his lips, “Huaien? My name is Yu Xinian.”
Jian Xiuyun reacted and felt that everything in front of him was too psychedelic, “You’re not dead?”
Yu Xinian laughed and explained, “No matter how you say it, the Void Mirror belongs to the Hengyue Sect. How could I die in it?”
Jian Xiuyun thought of the Immortal Sword Conference five years ago and reacted instantly, “You were the one who did it!”
“Yes.” Yu Xinian admitted frankly.
Jian Xiuyun opened his mouth, but didn’t say a word. There were so many questions, he didn’t know which to ask first.
“Did you save Wenxiao?”
“Yes.”
“Did you work secretly for so many years to pave the way for Wenxiao?”
“Yes.”
The two exchanged questions and answers back and forth. Yu Xinian answered very simply and frankly.
Jian Xiuyun didn’t know what he was thinking, so he changed the topic and asked, “Did you kill the old leader and Shu Han?”
Yu Xinian suddenly paused, and a crack appeared in his expression. But it only lasted for a moment, and then he went back to being calm.
“Yes,” he replied.
Jian Xiuyun looked at his calm appearance and his eyes reddened with anger, “How could you? The old Zhangmen and Shu Han brought you back to Mount Zhouluo when you were a child. They taught you carefully and raised you well. The whole cultivation world knew that Shu Han had a disciple as precious as a pearl. He treated you as his own son. How could you kill him?”
Yu Xinian’s emotions seemed to have been stirred, and the calmness on his face was shattered. His expression changed, and there was strong sarcasm evident in his tone, “Raise me well? Teach me carefully?”
He suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.
After laughing for a while, he straightened up, wiped the corners of his eyes and said, “Elder Jian, did you know that there is a word called a human face with a bestial heart?”
This made me more confused than give me clarity…
Thank you for the chapter!
I can’t remember who yu xinian is 😭😭 i need to go back and reread
I was pretty sure I had mentioned this before, but it seems not. Yu Xinian is Yu Huaien, the new sect leader of Hengyue Sect who helped Kan Wenxiao escape the Void Mirror.