The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 196 - 129 I Want to Survive_2

With Wenger’s keen eyesight, he could tell there was drama the moment he saw it and urgently lowered his voice, saying, "When you were a child, I made kites for you and accidentally cut my finger until it bled; when you had a high fever without relenting, it was I who held you in my arms all night to soothe you to sleep; since you’ve taken charge of Rock City, implementing numerous policies under immense pressure, I have been the one to bear it for you. Be honest with yourself, when have I ever gone against your wishes?"

Wen Liangyu opened his mouth but could not get the words out, and then heard Wenger continue to say:

"Yu’er, Yu’er! You’re so much more filial than Jin’er. Even if you are a Half-demon, you’re still the flesh of my flesh, the blood of my blood. Can you really watch your father die with your eyes wide open?" By the end, he couldn’t help but roar out loud.

Finally, Wen Liangyu turned his head to look at him, and then he saw his father’s extremely twisted face, as well as the pleading, desire, anguish, and fear in his eyes.

That feeling of weakness and pain from before returned. It would have been one thing if Wenger had never been healthy, but the vitality and strength that Wen Liangyu’s essence blood had infused into him had genuinely made him overjoyed.

The terror of regaining and then losing such a state nearly drove him to madness!

Wenger was still pleading desperately: "You’ve repeatedly told me since you were young that you no longer wish to live with such an ugly existence in hiding. I understand you, I am willing to live on for you, let your father inherit this hope of life!" He had taken the Small Youthful Elixir, his complexion still appeared ruddy, but his skin was beginning to turn pale, not only returning to his originally weak state but even worse.

Thinking about it, his original body was like a candle in the wind, battered and damaged, and now being ravaged by the Blood Exchange Secret Technique, it was truly deadly. Wenger’s hair, previously shiny and black, gradually turned gray under the watchful eyes of the three, turning white... and then more and more hair gradually whitened.

"Yu’er, Yu’er." As the speed of the blood flow increased, Wenger’s voice gradually lowered, and even Ning Xiaoxian standing to the side couldn’t help but feel some sympathy for him.

This man was highly intelligent and capable; if it were not for his life nearing its end, he would have been a talented person. Hasn’t she herself struggled desperately for survival? The various means she employed to live were actually not despicable.

Wen Liangyu stared steadily at his father and finally choked out, "Dad, I want to live too. I’m sorry!" Although he was in tears, his tone was extremely firm.

Ning Xiaoxian quietly let out a sigh of relief. Although she had the final say, she was not very confident. Wenger was truly a talented person, with a very thorough grasp of his son’s psyche; she had been worried that Wen Liangyu might be willing to die in place of Wenger.

A twitch appeared in the corner of Wenger’s eye; he knew that his last glimmer of hope for survival had been extinguished. He was very weak now and, after a few gasps, said, "Good, good, you’ve done well; how are you any different from Jin’er? Both of you are selfish!"

He looked resentfully at Ning Xiaoxian: "I want to see how you plan to live and leave this place. If I can’t survive, don’t you even think about escaping!"

"I will wait for you on Huangquan Road." Using his last bit of strength, he laughed loudly: "Good son, good son, you really are my good son!" He had barely finished the last word when he could no longer draw breath, his hands convulsed a few times, and then he moved no more.

He died with his eyes open, the Blood Exchange Secret Technique had drained even his last drop of blood cleanly! She said in a daze, "Changtian?"

"Hmm! It was I who modified the Blood Exchange Technique, causing his blood to backfire and cleanse itself." Changtian stated coldly, "If we let him live another seven days, our secret would have been leaked."

With Wenger’s death, the effects of the Small Youthful Elixir finally vanished, and the skin on his face shriveled at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Ning Xiaoxian’s heart couldn’t bear it, and she lifted the hem of his robe to cover his face. The dead deserve respect; let’s leave him some dignity.

After the Blood Exchange Technique concluded, Wen Liangyu finally regained the ability to move. Stumbling to his feet, he fell upon Wenger’s corpse and burst into loud weeping! His grief was like a cuckoo weeping blood, a witch’s wail echoing through the gorges, pouring out over twenty years of fear, agony, and suppressed anger. The crying contained unspeakable sadness and longing, which even moved Ning Xiaoxian, an outsider, to feel a twinge of sorrow.

To have lived so long only as a pawn, never truly cared for by anyone. Such a realization could drive any sane person to madness.

In these twenty years, had Wenger ever felt compassion towards him? It couldn’t be said there was none. Yet, what this man longed for the most was ultimately his own life. Though Wen Liangyu carried his blood, he was but a Half-demon. The thought — "those not of our kind must have a different heart" — perhaps even the old City Lord himself didn’t realize, had taken deep root unwittingly and finally led to this tragedy of father and son.

It was only after dozens of breaths that his crying began to weaken.

Ning Xiaoxian understood his deep sorrow, but with time pressing, she could only pat his shoulder and say, "Second Young Master Wen, it’s time to go."

Wen Liangyu’s heart was still heavy with grief, but he was a man who knew the urgency of the matter. He forced himself to stop crying, wiped away his tears haphazardly, and looked at her with red, swollen eyes: "Where to go? There are guards in my father’s courtyard."

She pointed to the flowing water beside her: "Simple, I’ll take the waterway." The man must have been terribly confused; otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked such a foolish question on a normal day.

"Whether it’s those demons or Master Fan, they will soon come down." Indeed, just a moment ago, Changtian had already recognized the four people in the Water Mirror as demons in disguise. She had felt that the waters had somehow grown deeper, even entangling demons within.

Wen Liangyu’s face was expressionless, but he pointed to himself: "What about me?"

Ning Xiaoxian was not pleased: "Consider yourself lucky, I’ll give you a ride. Ah, why must I always walk the hardest paths alone?"

She didn’t wait for Wen Liangyu to respond, instead placing her hand on his shoulder and noticing his muscles tensed. She said sharply, "I’m taking you somewhere, just relax and don’t resist."

"Wait... wait a moment." Wen Liangyu walked over to Wenger, lifting the cover from his face, staring fixedly at the gruesome visage for a good while as if to engrave it in his memory. Finally, he leaned down, gently kissed his father’s forehead, and then said, "I’m ready."

The next instant, the two stood on the bottom level of the God Demon Prison. Changtian looked at Ning Xiaoxian’s hand on Wen Liangyu’s shoulder, silent.

She gave an embarrassed smile and quickly withdrew her hand. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and Monthly Tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)