Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 777 - 25: Suicide [Single Update]_1

Chapter 777: Chapter 25: Suicide [Single Update]_1

"What does this mean?" Chu Liang asked, looking at Xue Lingxue who stood to one side.

If that one was real, surely the one before their eyes could not be fake?

"No, it doesn’t seem like a fake." Iron Hammer shook her head and arranged her words, "I had investigated it before...I could not find any cracks in the guise, it was just like a real one, oh my!"

As she spoke, she was so agitated that she threw a punch into empty space, the sound of wind echoing fiercely.

The people around were all taken aback at this sight, thinking, nobody was forcing her, why not just say it slowly? Why was she so agitated?

After a long moment, Iron Hammer finally clarified the situation.

It turned out that about half a month ago, rumours began circulating in the martial world that Xue Lingxue would be performing a tour in certain places. As a famous figure, she often attracted such rumors, and Nanyin Square didn’t bother to respond even after hearing about it.

But three days later, a performance reported to be Xue Lingxue’s tour really took place there.

Now, this changed the nature of the situation. Since the performance was done, there must have been people who had gone to see it. This was not just a matter of spreading rumours, but someone impersonating a disciple of Nanyin Square and scamming people.

Such things had happened before, people impersonating Nanyin Square’s disciples to commit fraudulent acts in remote places, either for money or for lust. In the end, if there were any liabilities, Nanyin Square had to bear them.

So, after this incident, Nanyin Square sent disciples to investigate, but the gang left no leads.

At this point, news came from another city that Xue Lingxue would be performing a tour there.

Nanyin Square immediately sent out the formidable musician and fierce warrior, Iron Hammer Girl, with her big drum to investigate.

Iron Hammer arrived at the performance site ahead of time, hiding in the crowd, intending to expose the impersonated Xue Lingxue when she took the stage. But when the performance started and Xue Lingxue appeared on stage, Iron Hammer was confounded.

Because that person’s appearance was exactly like Xue Lingxue’s and even the timbre of the zither she played was the same.

It was worth noting that no matter what kind of transformation technique you had, even if you could alter your appearance flawlessly, you couldn’t mimic the way you played the zither.

Iron Hammer herself was somewhat dazed.

Could it be that Xue Lingxue was really short of money and took on a private job?

So, she took advantage of the performance intermission, and backstage, she approached the "Xue Lingxue" and tried to probe her.

"I asked why she was performing here?" Iron Hammer said, "She told me she hadn’t been on stage in a while and came here on her own initiative, asking me to not inform the master of Nanyin Square about it."

"My conversation with her was just like talking to Lingxue, and her demeanor didn’t seem like anyone else’s. I agreed to her request and then returned to Nanyin Square," Iron Hammer continued, "Not long afterward, the real Lingxue came to my room, asking how I had handled the incident that day."

"I had been in retreat for several days, and after coming out, I heard someone was impersonating me and went to ask her about it," Xue Lingxue added, "Little did I know, she said it was clearly me who asked her not to spread the word."

"This is strange," Iron Hammer looked confused, "There was clearly no fluctuation of True Qi. Even if it was some advanced transformation Divine Skill, it’s impossible to morph her Music Law cultivation too."

Someone is imitating my face, and now my zither too?

Listening to her description, Chu Liang also thought it was a bit strange.

Just like the previous Xiao sisters of Mars, their transformation technique was already top-notch in the world, but they could only replicate appearances.

However, this incident made him think of another issue.

The issue was the previous one where a Navy officer had created a fake Golden Frog to envoy for the Sea Goddess. That imitation was very lifelike and almost identical to the real one.

Is there a connection between these two incidents?

But even that Golden Frog couldn’t duplicate the real Golden Frog’s ability to exchange treasures. It could only crudely imitate and produce some counterfeit Magic Artifacts.

After a pause, he asked, "Since you came to seek help, I presume you already know where the imposter ’Miss Xue’ is headed next, right?"

"Yes." Xue Lingxue nodded, "Apparently, the next stop for the tour will continue east, and the day after tomorrow it will arrive... in Fuyao Country."

...

On the shores of the Eastern Sea.

A tall man with a dark face and arms that reached past his knees stood on a cliff, watching the turbulent waves underneath, his eyes full of emptiness and despair.

"I, Du Mou, have been drifting for half my life..."

He murmured, his voice full of sorrow.

"I did my best in everything and yet, ended up with the infamy of betraying my master and siding with the enemy. How unfair is the Heaven? How unjust is the world?"

"Although I did indeed do..."

"But it shouldn’t have come to the point of being despised by everyone, should it?"

The one here was none other than Du Wuhen, the prime disciple of Thunder Fortress back in the day.

He was tempted by Penglai with heavy benefits, secretly collaborated with them and stirred up conflicts between Thunder Fortress and the Heavenly King Sect. His sect was forced to lean towards Penglai and became their puppet.

Later, Huang Hanshan, the head of the fortress, held a hidden grudge against Du Wuhen, almost causing his death. In the end, Du Wuhen had to break away from the sect and seek Penglai’s protection.

He thought that Penglai would fulfill its promise by giving him plenty of spirit stone coins, resources, beautiful women... Instead, Daoist Xuan Lu coldly threw him, severely injured, into the Sea Demon. Should he die, so be it; if he could survive, they would discuss further arrangements.

He struggled to survive in the end and was about to escape with the help of Chu Liang.

But he was nearly killed by the sudden appearance of Yang Buju who attacked him with his hand. If his Green Wind God Bird hadn’t flown him back to Thunder Fortress for treatment in time, he probably would have died at the bottom of the Sea Demon.

Luckily, when he was brought back to the Thunder Fortress, Huang Hanshan and Wei Tiandi were not present, and Huang Ling’er, a soft-hearted girl, was in charge. She secretly hid him and treated him for many days before he finally recovered.

But after his recovery, Huang Ling’er drove him away directly. She no longer wanted anything to do with him.

She saved his life only out of respect for the fact that they used to be in the same sect.

The disdainful gaze deeply hurt Du Wuhen’s heart. How could this happen to me, one of the most outstanding disciples in the Thunder Fortress, and one of the sect’s best?

Was my choice back then truly wrong?

Is this world’s humiliation truly impossible to wash away?

If so, what’s the point of living?

With these thoughts swirling in his head, Du Wuhen immediately held up the green sickle and placed it against his throat!

"Ah——"

With a sharp sound, the sickle flashed, transformed into the Green Wind God Bird, and broke free from Du Wuhen’s hand.

"Green Wind God Bird?" Du Wuhen looked at the bird in front of him, gently stroked its neck and murmured, "In this world, only you still care about me, only you still consider my life, right?"

"I thought you were one of the talents of the immortal sect, and by following you I could have a future for a hundred years, I too had hope to advance further. But now you are just a weakling pretending to be strong, a waste." Suddenly, the Green Wind God Bird spoke, full of disdain: "Don’t die in front of me. It will bring bad luck."

Having spoken, it took off into the sky and flew away.

"..." Seeing the fleeing bird turn into a speck in the distance, Du Wuhen reached out in vain and was left speechless in disbelief.

A moment later, he suddenly broke down into tears.

"Even you have given up on me now. There’s absolutely no point in me living." Du Wuhen shouted: "Ah—"

With this scream, a palm went straight towards his chest.

However, at this crucial moment, a venerable voice suddenly emerged from the sea, "Stop! Don’t do it!"

"Huh?"

Initially, Du Wuhen wanted to ignore it. But after that voice emerged, his palm just couldn’t descend no matter what.

What’s happening?

He turned his gaze towards the person, only to see a red glow emerging from the sea. When the glow faded, an elderly figure surfaced, looking kindly and graceful. It was the figure of a polite old man.

"Young man, I’m sorry to disturb your suicide, let me apologize first." The old man began speaking politely, "But do you know that there is a virtue to respecting life? Now that I’ve seen it, I can’t let you die in front of me."

"Sir..." Du Wuhen had seen a lot as a member of the immortal sect and realized that an ordinary cultivator of the Seventh Realm would not have such a demeanor.

Could this old man be a peak cultivator of the Seventh Realm or of the Eighth Realm, Tianyuan?

But in this vast Eastern Sea, it is too much of a coincidence to come across an old man who is such a cultivator. Could it be my turn to have some fortune?

With these thoughts, he then cried out, "In my life, I made many wrong steps and now have no friends or family, being utterly alone. There’s no joy in living, let alone dying."

"Those words are too wrong, young man." The old man chuckled and shook his head. "In my life, I too made many mistakes and now am also alone. But as long as one is good in subsequent life, it is never too late to atone for past wrongs. As long as you’re alive, there’s hope. But if you’re dead, there’s nothing left."

It was unclear whether Du Wuhen heard the latter part. But upon hearing the first part, his face changed and he seemed to have made a decision, and suddenly fell to his knees.

"Elder, I thank you for saving my life." He said loudly, "If you don’t mind, I’d like to recognize you as my adoptive father and take care of you in your old age!"

At this point, he was desperate and wanted to seize this opportunity. If the elder refused, he wouldn’t be surprised; if the elder agreed, it would be a pleasant surprise.

But the elder’s reaction was beyond his expectations.

Something he hadn’t even considered before.

The profound and unfathomable old man suddenly knelt down in front of him, declaring, "Don’t dare, this is too presumptuous. I’m honored by your request. But if you really insist, why don’t we become sworn brothers instead?!"