Told You I Can Turn Back Time
Chapter 468 - 377: Heart Material_2

Chapter 468: Chapter 377: Heart Material_2

The doctor nodded, sighing deeply, "Yes, who could have imagined that Lin Xing, once invincible in the world, would now be captured by others."

"Since the great changes in the heavens and the earth, the world has changed too quickly."

Another doctor chimed in from the side, "Ah, in recent years, a new generation of masters has increasingly emerged, and many old masters have been phased out."

Someone nodded, saying, "After all, there used to be a limited number of cultivators, but now everyone in the entire world can cultivate, exposing the true geniuses."

Listening to their conversation, Mo Xingye wasn’t as tense and rushed as before; she still recalled the discussion she had with Lin Xing.

She remembered that she must have said something else to Lin Xing, but now she couldn’t remember it at all.

As she was pondering, an elderly man came over, looked at them, and said, "We have a new patient arriving today, let’s all have a meeting and come up with a treatment plan."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xingye momentarily suppressed her confusion and followed everyone to the conference room.

Since the major upheaval, it wasn’t just the surge of spirit energy; malevolent energies were also on the rise.

With the emergence of numerous cultivator prodigies, there also came many madmen who were perverse in temperament, indulgent in excesses, and acted insanely.

The department where Mo Xingye worked not only studied how to treat the temperaments of these madmen and calm their increasingly deranged mental states but also assisted the safety bureau in identifying and monitoring cultivators who might go mad.

This was not just to prevent them from losing their sanity, but also to prevent the emergence of more ... evil spirits in East Sea City.

"...

"When categorizing the materials for making magical treasures, they can be divided into mundane materials, treasured materials, and core materials."

"Mundane materials are the most common, merely ordinary materials found everywhere, unspectacular, with the quality of the treasures depending entirely on the cultivator’s cultivation realm."

"Treasured materials are somewhat better, often with unique properties, and the treasures crafted from them naturally possess extraordinary abilities."

"But when it comes to the finest, one cannot do without core materials."

Walking down the street, Lin Xing mused to himself, "These core materials are nourished by the spirit energy and malevolent aura and arise from the malevolent, resentful, and covetous thoughts within people’s hearts, making them the top-quality materials for crafting treasures."

"It is like those treasures that have been worshipped by various sects for hundreds or thousands of years, their power derives from this."

Bai Yiyi questioned curiously, "Is that so? But where do the resentful and malevolent thoughts come from in the treasures worshipped by the sects?"

Lin Xing said indifferently, "What do you think people are praying for every day in Mirror World when they worship these treasures?"

Bai Yiyi paused slightly and then said thoughtfully, "Probably about killing and stealing treasures, fighting for power and profit? Thinking about it that way, they are indeed filled with resentful and evil thoughts."

"But if those treasures have been worshipped for a thousand years and their power is so limited, what would you do to craft an Immortal Artifact?"

Lin Xing said, "That’s why the quality of core materials is very important."

"It must be core material that has been tempered through time and space to craft the finest Immortal Artifacts."

As he spoke, Lin Xing stopped walking, looking towards the distant apartment building that was surrounded by officials and continuously ringing with alarms.

"...

Zhao Ping hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep in a long time.

Whenever he closed his eyes, the scenes from that night would reappear before his eyes, time and time again.

It was the end of the second month after the great upheaval and the surge of spirit energy.

The situation was turbulent; it seemed wars were everywhere, with masters battling all over the place.

Zhao Ping and his parents, like a nest of mice, were shivering anxiously, hiding inside a building.

But misfortune still struck.

A huge screech tore through the sky, an indistinct figure pierced through the building, and then a fierce battle ensued within.

Amid the countless screams and wails of people, two figures fought their way from the bottom of the building to the roof.

Where they passed, the surging Qi Force pulverized residents into pieces, and crimson blood splattered across the layers of corridors.

Zhao Ping only remembered his parents desperately shielding him, embracing him and his sister with all their strength.

Tears continuously slid down from his eyes. His parents seemed to be saying something to him, but amid the intense impact noises, he couldn’t hear anything.

By the time the loud noise stopped, his parents were already bloody and motionless.

Next to him, his sister was breathless, with only one small hand still tightly clutching the corner of his clothes.

And just two minutes later, the combatants had already left, not even glancing back at the ruins they left behind, as if they had merely stepped on a nest of ants along their path.

Much later, Zhao Ping learned that those two individuals were Ding Qianshan from the Zhou Tian Sect and Cui Yue from New Country, both of whom had advanced to the second transmission not long after the great changes in heaven and earth.

An overwhelming hatred spurred him on, causing him to lose sleep and forget to eat.

He needed to cultivate, to become strong enough to exact his revenge.

Martial schools, security bureaus, and Xia Country’s investigation troops... at nineteen, the youth frantically searched for every possible avenue to become stronger, training himself day and night, greedily absorbing everything that could make him more powerful.

After six years, when he had finally mastered the second transmission, he couldn’t wait to find his enemies, only to be shocked to discover that Ding Qianshan had died in the conflicts during the second year of the great earthly changes.

He madly stormed into the Ding Family residence, slaughtering all twelve members of the Ding family.

When he saw the elderly woman, who was tightly holding a young girl, pierced through by his long sword, tears uncontrollably streamed down his face, and he collapsed to the ground, laughing and crying simultaneously.

"Ding Qianshan, did you see that? You killed my entire family; I exterminated yours; fair is fair... fair is fair..."

"This is only half; my vengeance is still half unfulfilled."

Now, Zhao Ping had finally found his other enemy, Cui Yue, in East Sea City.

However, the grim-faced man, now serving as a general of New Country and the overseer of a Spirit Cave in East Sea City, not only possessed profound cultivation but was also guarded by top experts of New Country.

Zhao Ping waited painstakingly for months, yet he was never able to find any flaws in Cui Yue.

Intense hatred continually flowed in his heart, torturing his spirit so fiercely that he would wake up from his sleep night after night.

In his dreams, he seemed to return to that night, back to when he was frail and helpless, watching his loved ones die right before his eyes.

And when Zhao Ping regained his senses, he found himself standing in a pool of blood, with alarms sounding in the distance and heavily armed personnel slowly surrounding him.

He looked at his deformed hand covered in fresh blood, then at the building from which constant cries were emerging, with visions of numerous severed limbs and remnants flashing through his mind.

"Did I kill people again?"

"Have I gone mad too?"

A trace of bitterness mixed with his chaotic emotions continuously emerged in his mind.

And just then, a voice sounded from behind him, "Do you want to change your fate?"

Zhao Ping hesitated slightly, turned to look, and seemed to see someone standing in the shadows, scrutinizing him with an assessing gaze.