Transcending the Nine Heavens

l arts which had Yin properties! Extracting some Purple Flames Vein into one’s own meridians once in a while could neutralize the martial arts with Yin properties, and there would definitely be no side effects.

Hong Wuliang had accepted Wei Wuyan as his apprentice exactly because of this.

Because of the Purple Flames Vein, the higher the cultivation, the more veins the body would produce, and therefore the better the effects!

This was also why Hong Wuliang was so fast in improving his cultivation in these hundreds of years.
And this was also why Hong Wuliang nurtured and educated Wei Wuyan carefully.

“Humans… really can be so evil!” Chu Yang took in a deep breath.

Speaking of this, Wei Wuyan’s whole life was really tragic.

From the beginning till the end, he lived in a dark environment and in a conspiracy.
First, he was used as a tool for the cultivation of evil martial arts.
Then, he was used as a tool for gathering purple crystals.
In the end, his wife and son were also killed by the same person…

The most tragic thing was… Wei Wuyan had been living in gratefulness towards this person in these 1,000 or so years.

How tragic this was!

The duo sighed together.

With Chu Le’er on Zi Xieqing’s back, the three followed Wei Wuyan’s track.

Blood had dripped behind Wei Wuyan the whole path.
He actually didn’t stop his bleeding.

He went forth for dozens of miles and turned at a corner.

The three winded their way through a mountain before they saw Wei Wuyan.

This tragic person was standing in front of a tomb like a statue.

The tomb of my beloved wife E’er and beloved son Xiaozhan.

A tombstone was erected desolately on the ground.

Wei Wuyan stood there for a very long time.
He didn’t speak a word and just gazed affectionately at this tombstone.

Along with his guilt and shame.

“Sorry! Sorry… Sorry…” Wei Wuyan strode forward and hugged the tombstone in his arms, then rubbed his face gently against it.

Just like how he hugged his wife and son in his arms back then whenever he completed his tasks and returned home.

Tears streamed down the tombstone.

On the small grave mound, wild grasses swayed with the wind and shook gently, as if his child was struggling to hurl into his arms when he came back home.

“E’er, I’m so silly.” Wei Wuyan held the tombstone, unfastened his clothes, and placed the tombstone against his naked chest.
Although it’s a cold tombstone, Wei Wuyan showed extreme affection towards it.

As if he was using his own chest to warm the cold body of his life.

“I’ve found my enemy… it’s him.
It’s my teacher… It’s Hong Wuliang…” Wei Wuyan said in agony, “E’er… Xiaozhan, I’m so useless and foolish.
I’ve caused you to die in his hands, but I still worked for him tortuously for more than 600 years… Do you feel sad for me? And helpless?”

“I don’t have face to meet you, but I miss you.”

“Now I know the best days of my life are the three years that I have spent with you.”

“I’m so regretful, I hate myself so much… I really miss you! I miss both of you, I miss both of you…”

Wei Wuyan suddenly burst into tears as he held the tombstone!

Such a man was holding a cold tombstone, crying bitterly and hoarsely.
But it seemed that he’s holding the last bit of warmth he had in his life…

Autumn wind began to blow.
Instantly, things similar to reed flowers flew over the mountains and wilderness.

As if his wife underground was comforting her man gently.

Wei Wuyan wailed madly, not paying any attention to his image at all.
He looked up to the sky and roared, “Heaven! Why are you treating us this way? Why are you doing this to our whole family!!”

The sounds of wind were piercing, just like Wei Wuyan’s wailing sounds.

After a long time, Wei Wuyan finally stopped.
He placed his face against the tombstone and muttered softly…

The sky gradually darkened.

Wei Wuyan finally stood up.

He pulled out the Wuyan Sword and carefully looked at the blade, revealing a sorrowful and bitter smile.
“Wuyan sword, I’m faceless to see you 1… I’m faceless to see both of you…”

He stumbled onto the ground.
“Let me reunite with you! I beg you!”

The Wuyan Sword suddenly shone brightly.

“Quickly stop him!” Chu Yang shouted.

Zi Xieqing raised her hand and slapped downwards.
A broken section of branch shot forward at the speed of lightning, striking off Wei Wuyan’s Wuyan Sword.

It scratched his shoulders, revealing a deep cut.

Wei Wuyan turned around calmly and shook his head lightly.
“There’s no use.
You can block me today, but you can’t stop me tomorrow.”

Chu Yang hurried up and said angrily, “Don’t you want to revenge?”

Wei Wuyan smiled bitterly.
“Revenge… I didn’t kill him today, so I don’t want to think of killing him again.
He’s after all my teacher, and I once owed a great debt of gratitude to him…”

“Owed a great debt of gratitude to him?” Chu Yang sneered.
“Do you know why he had accepted you as his apprentice?”

“What?” Wei Wuyan frowned.

“Is it true that he extracted blood from you regularly?” Zi Xieqing asked.

Wei Wuyan said, “Yes, that’s for dispelling his coldness… How do you know?”

“Hehe… You have Purple Flames Vein.
He accepted you as his apprentice just to constantly drink your blood and exploit you as his cultivation tool… And you still owe a great debt of gratitude to him?” Zi Xieqing said, “He’s not willing for you to die… He would be heartbroken even if you’re injured by a bit.”

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Footnotes:

Ch 970 Footnote 1

‘Wuyan’ means ‘faceless’ in Chinese, and ‘see’ is a homophone of ‘sword’ in Chinese

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