The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 184 - 184 130 This Affection Destined to Become a Memory

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Eleven people heard the news and rushed to the gateway of the Netherworld.

On seeing Li Qingming hovering above the gateway, they hastily paid their respects and said, “We, the Ten Halls Yama (Cui Jue), pay our respects to the Immortal.

We failed to welcome you earlier, please forgive us, Honorable Immortal!”

Li Qingming, looking down at several individuals who had reached the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal Cultivation, constantly congratulated himself on his own advancement in Cultivation.

He said, “I am the senior disciple of the Yuqing Sect.

This time, I have come to retrieve the soul of a member from the Human Clan.

The person is Yang Jingyu Ming Yue, twenty-eight years of age, belonging to the Human World’s Realm Master’s space, Earth, Dragon Capital lineage, born in the year of Yi Chou, month of Xin Wei, and day of Xin Wei.

Go and check, even if the soul has reincarnated, inform me of the current life’s mortal status!”

“Your wish is our command, Immortal!” Lord Cui hastily summoned the Book of Life and Death from his Dantian.

With the speed of thought, Yang Jingyu’s past and present lives appeared on the pages: “Reporting to the Immortal, this Yang Jingyu died a wrongful death.

However, due to his life spent performing chivalrous deeds and good acts, he has been spared from the penalty of an untimely death.

He was sentenced to be reborn into a wealthy family for the next life and is currently waiting in Reincarnation City for reincarnation!”

A look of joy appeared in Li Qingming’s eyes, and he said, “Good!

I will immediately head to Reincarnation City to bring back Yang Jingyu’s soul to the Human World.

There is no need for you to see me off!”

Li Qingming finished speaking, flicked his robe sleeve, and the soul of Yang Jingyu abruptly appeared beside him.

The Ten Halls Yama and Lord Cui at the gateway were stunned, harboring only one thought: “It’s fortunate we didn’t offend him.

This Yuqing Immortal is truly formidable!”

Li Qingming was just about to take Yang Jingyu’s soul back to the Human World when suddenly a faint, illusionary figure began to materialize before him.

The person was dressed in a simple white robe, her gentle and soft hair was styled into a phoenix bun with loosely hanging tresses on either side, casually adorned with three hairpins.

Her pale, delicate face was exceptionally beautiful.

The Ten Halls Yama and Lord Cui were suddenly taken aback by her appearance.

Respectfully bowing, they said, “We pay our respects to Lady Pingxin!

May your holiness have boundless longevity!”

Pingxin, full of compassion, with a gentle gesture, said, “Your Excellencies, Lord Cui, you’re excused!

I have come here for this fellow Daoist!”

Understanding this was not a time for reunions, everyone withdrew with tact.

Li Qingming, looking at Pingxin whose visage was indistinguishable from that of Houtu, bowed and said, “Lady Pingxin, you are too kind!

May I inquire why you seek out this humble Daoist?”

Lady Pingxin, with a complex and indecipherable look in her eyes, was silent for a moment.

She then pulled out a moon-white porcelain bottle from her sleeve and handed it to Li Qingming, saying, “Fellow Daoist, this is an incarnation of my Ancestor Witch’s previous life, forcibly gathered by breaking the binding of the Heavenly Dao during the cycle of reincarnation.

Just a quarter-hour before, this incarnation began to struggle wildly, attempting to break through the void and go straight to the gateway of the Netherworld.

It was only just now that I learned it was due to you, Fellow Daoist.

Since this incarnation is now of no use to me, I will gift it to you!”

Li Qingming was greatly surprised.

Without cause, why would Lady Pingxin offer him an incarnation equivalent to a sub-saint’s Cultivation level?

Just because it wished to break through the sky?

This was absurd!

Seeing Li Qingming’s puzzlement, Lady Pingxin gave a reassuring smile and said, “You need not be confused, Fellow Daoist.

Since this incarnation is no longer of much use to me, consider it as if you owe me a favor.”

Seeing Lady Pingxin’s smile, Li Qingming thought he saw a shadow of Houtu.

As if possessed, he placed the porcelain bottle into his storage space.

Li Qingming said, “If so, I offer my thanks to you, Fellow Daoist!”

Pingxin bowed to Li Qingming and said, “There are still some affairs in the Divine Palace that need attending, so I will take my leave now, Fellow Daoist!”

“Pingxin is Houtu, but Houtu is not Pingxin,” Li Qingming thought with a sigh.

He returned the courtesy to Lady Pingxin and said, “If that is so, then I shall take my leave.

Lady, till we meet again if destiny allows!”

Having said that, Li Qingming transformed into a streak of green light and broke through the sky.

At that moment, a woman dressed in light pink palace attire suddenly appeared beside Lady Pingxin.

“Is this really okay?” The woman in pink watched the departing green streak solemnly and said softly.

“Merely gaining some memories from nowhere, what significance is there in discussing these?” Lady Pingxin said with a melancholy tone, “Isn’t it the same with Sister Nuwa?”

The woman in pink turned out to be none other than the Human Clan’s Holy Mother, Lady Nuwa.

“Alas, it’s better not to have met.

I hope that the Houtu and Nuwa of that other world can fulfill their wishes,” Lady Nuwa let out a deep sigh and then quietly vanished from the spot.

“Oh, Brother Qingming, so this is what emotion is, this is love!” Lady Pingxin sighed softly, her figure gracefully fading into the distance, her words echoing in the void:

“When will we meet again in our heartfelt longing?

This moment, this night, are hard to endure!”

…

At this very moment, Hua Xia was in complete chaos.

At a quarter past nine, just after the stock market opened, an unknown force began its frenzied attack on Xiao Group.

Xiao Group’s response was like that of a strong man taken with lust mid-journey, who blocked the path of a nightclub hostess.

The nightclub hostess struggled briefly before resigning to her fate.

The unfortunate Xiao Group was completely dominated by the Xiao Family’s decisions.

Once the Xiao Family fell, the leaderless Xiao Group became a delicious cake that anyone could take a bite of.

This time, the well-prepared Luo Group and Wang Group became the ultimate winners.

In just one day, the globally renowned Xiao Group disintegrated.

Luo Hong and Wang Chonghai transformed overnight into the complete shareholders of Xiao Group, which couldn’t help but make people lament the unpredictability of the world.

Of course, many people applaude, as the saying goes, “Evil deeds will bring about one’s own demise.” Over the years, Xiao Group has been overbearing and brutal, oppressing small enterprises, and even engaging in monopolistic practices.

People had grown resentful, so the complete collapse of Xiao Group fulfilled everyone’s wishes.

It was also at six o’clock this morning that the Hua Xia Ministry of Internal Affairs held a press conference.

At the press conference, they announced that Xiao Liqing, Xiao Weiguo, Xiao Weimin, and other members of the Xiao Family, tragically perished last night when their plane crashed en route to Tian Nan Province to visit relatives!

As soon as this news was released, the nation was shocked.

The downfall of this powerful red family seemed to be directly related to the collapse of Xiao Group.

Many Hua Xia citizens exclaimed:

“Don’t do things that weigh on your conscience!

This is divine punishment!”

“If you’re an official and don’t serve the people, you might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes!”

“Damn it, I’ll never fly again in my life!”

Actually, the ones with the biggest headache now are the top leaders of Hua Xia.

This big piece of vacated fat isn’t easy to chew!

It’s feared that it will ultimately lead to a silent political struggle.

But all of this has nothing to do with Li Qingming.

At this moment, our Mr.

Li is at his own villa, performing a resurrection ritual for Yang Jingyu.

In the villa’s hall, there is a crystal-clear crystal coffin.

Inside lays a striking young man with a long frame, a face like a jade sculpture, and prominent eyebrows, lying serenely.

However, there is a massive gash about a foot long and an inch deep across the young man’s chest.

Yang Menghan leads a delicate little girl, brimming with excitement, standing next to the crystal coffin.

The little girl bites her lip and asks in a milky voice, “Auntie, how long will Daddy sleep before he wakes up?”

Yang Menghan’s eyes turn red, and she gently pats the little girl’s hand, saying, “Nannan, be good, Daddy will wake up very soon!”

Nannan raises her small, pink fists and says sweetly, “Nannan will be very good!”

Li Qingming’s eyes are full of smiles as he gently touches Nannan’s cheek.

He then looks closely at Yang Jingyu’s body for a while, flicks away the coffin lid, and stuffs a dark, fragrant medicinal pill into the young man’s mouth.

Afterward, Li Qingming takes out a Jade Bottle from his pocket, uncorks it, and the ethereal soul of Yang Jingyu spills out.

Li Qingming pushes the soul gently back into the body in the coffin.

About fifteen minutes later, under the hopeful gaze of Yang Menghan, the wound on Yang Jingyu’s chest in the coffin starts to heal at a visible speed.

The white complexion gradually turns rosy, and even the heart beats strongly and audibly.

Then, Yang Jingyu’s eyelids twitch and slowly open his eyes.

He touches his chest, climbs out of the coffin, kneels to the ground, and kowtows like pounding garlic: “Thank you, Great Immortal, for saving my life!

Jingyu has no way to repay, but from now on, whatever the Great Immortal commands, I will not refuse.”

Li Qingming smiles faintly and says, “I am merely fulfilling Miss Yang’s request to save Mr.

Yang.

Mr.

Yang need not worry about it.

Besides, this is also a transaction!”

Yang Jingyu stands up, looks puzzledly at his sister.

Tears stream down from Yang Menghan’s eyes as she sobs, “Brother, you’ve finally awakened!

I previously had an agreement with Mr.

Li that if he could revive you, I would erase from our memories any recollection of Mr.

Li.

Afterward, you know what happened!”

Yang Jingyu nods, understanding that someone like Li Qingming is from a completely different world and that there’s no way they could intersect.

Perhaps, erasing memories is the best ending.

Suddenly, Yang Jingyu feels streams of warmth flowing from his Dantian throughout his body, as if he possessed boundless strength.

“Mr.

Yang, your body now contains the equivalent of two hundred years of Inner Strength!

It should be sufficient for your revenge,” Li Qingming explains with a light laugh: “From now on, we’re even!”

Speaking, Li Qingming shoots two streaks of green light from his fingertips, which instantly burrow into the pair’s foreheads and disappear.

Once again, the green light flashes, and Yang Menghan and her company are sent back to their villa by Li Qingming.

However, Li Qingming did not notice that the little Nannan, held in Yang Menghan’s arms, blinked her eyes, flickering with a peculiar glow.

Many years later, when Nannan ascends to East Kunlun, many Yuqing Disciples ask her, “Who guided the Immortal on her path to Cultivation?”

Nannan always looks dreamy and filled with reminiscence, “There is a person, deeply etched in my heart!” (To be continued.

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