After I Died My Dao Companion Drowns in Endless Regret Chapter 45

Luo Yuanshu knew that Luo Lingfeng’s relationship with Luoshui Divine Palace was not good, but he always thought it was due to some minor disagreements about her “marriage.” Who would have thought it was this bad?! Had her primordial spirit been completely scattered? Not even a chance for reincarnation; how deep was the hatred? If she was like this towards her birth father, then what about her half-brother? A chill suddenly surged, and Luo Yuanshu couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.
Back then, during the conflict among the Four Clans of Luoshui Divine Palace, Father had sent a letter asking Cloud City to intervene. It was said that Cloud City had indeed considered it, but was eventually dissuaded by someone. And that person—was it Luo Lingfeng?! Luo Yuanshu’s heart sank to the bottom. He swallowed hard and nervously raised his head, as if trying to discern something from that face with a peculiar smile. After a long while, he said with great difficulty and slowness, “The fuse for the conflict among the Four Clans was the murder of a direct descendant of the Wen family. Does this matter have anything to do with you?”
“It was me.” Luo Lingfeng smiled at the corner of her lips and responded casually.
Luo Yuanshu’s fists, hanging by his sides, suddenly clenched. He asked again, “Why?” He had guessed Luo Lingfeng’s intentions incorrectly, so could the outcome he hoped for be achieved? How could the situation in Luoshui Divine Palace not be dominated by her? Besides the Luo family, did she also want to take revenge on the Wen family? Could that bit of nephew-uncle affection… salvage anything? Luo Yuanshu’s thoughts raced like lightning, trying to find clues from his neglected past life.
Luo Lingfeng asked again, “Do you really want to know?”
“I don’t want to anymore!” Luo Yuanshu’s answer was swift and decisive, as if he were afraid of hearing even one more word! He also hoped for the downfall of the forces of Xiaohan Mountain, but such murky waters were not something he, a Golden Core cultivator, could wade into! His most urgent task now was to survive Luo Lingfeng. Taking a deep breath, Luo Yuanshu looked up to meet Luo Lingfeng’s gaze. Her deep, dark eyes held no trace of a smile, as cold and clear as a frigid pool. Luo Yuanshu felt his heart pound.
Luo Lingfeng asked slowly, “Then, what are you still doing here?”
Upon hearing this, Luo Yuanshu immediately showed a look of joy. Luo Lingfeng had no killing intent towards him! But soon, Luo Yuanshu’s expression turned gloomy again. Knowing such a secret, even if he left, he would likely live in fear. What should he do? Rely on the protection of the Tang family? But what would delivering this information to the Tang family change? The entire Fu Li Immortal Realm knew that the Cavern Heavens of the Three Families had acted. Upon learning the truth, they might even commend her for her righteousness. As for those who upheld justice, they would at most mutter a few words about being ruthless. Luo Yuanshu observed for a while, and seeing that Luo Lingfeng truly had no intention of making a move, he turned to leave.
Luo Lingfeng smiled faintly at his retreating back, “The road to The Northern Continent is not easy to travel.”
Luo Yuanshu’s pupils suddenly contracted. He nodded slowly and said in a muffled voice, “I know.” After speaking, he quickened his steps. He repeatedly calculated in his mind, a murderous intent flowing in his eyes. Whether it was the Tang family or the Wen family, they would no longer allow any Luo family members to take the lead. And Luo Lingfeng—although her thoughts were hard to fathom, she was someone who could potentially send him to The Northern Continent. His intention to go to The Northern Continent would not change. As for how to gain Luo Lingfeng’s trust, Luo Yuanshu slowly came up with an idea.
Speaking of remaining grudges, besides the Corridor of Sins, there was only the Wen family left, wasn’t there? Wen Danhua and Luo Yuankun and his mother. The former lived in seclusion in the Wen family, while the latter was currently in the secret realm.
Luo Lingfeng scoffed at Luo Yuanshu’s retreating back and soon withdrew her attention from him.
Deep in her heart, she harbored a knot of resentment. Some past events were instructed by her mother, while the rest came from fragmented memories. In her sea of consciousness, there was a “barrier” placed by Luo Hengjun. After Luo Hengjun’s death, it gradually loosened. When it was impacted by the Illusionary God Incense in this secret realm, the sealed memories, along with the pain of her heart being gouged out, rushed in together.
She remembered her innocent self from the past and the little beggar Wei Yunshu.
A hundred years in the mortal world passed in a flash. The people she met at that age had long since turned to dust. But Wei Yunshu had entered the Dao, opened thirty-six acupoints, and was a rare cultivation seed in the world, later becoming the Cloud Sovereign, Cloud Sovereign. But those were ultimately old memories, very vague, and she found it difficult to resonate emotionally with her childhood self.
“How could it be Yunshu?” Luo Lingfeng thought with a frown, suddenly feeling that they were both somewhat pitiful.
If only—
As soon as this thought emerged, Luo Lingfeng suppressed it. She had long been unable to turn back from the path she had taken. The so-called “if only” would only plunge her into a state of decay and corruption. How much could she still bear now? She lowered her gaze, looking at the scattered petals of Illusionary God Incense on her dress, and with a gentle flick, she shook off the petals adorning her skirt. She looked up at the continuous, picturesque green mountains, thinking for a moment about the Divine Lord recorded in that half-torn book, and then thought of Wei Yunshu. Since the incident in Sunset Burial Mounds, she hadn’t inquired about Wei Yunshu’s whereabouts.
But she knew clearly that Wei Yunshu was in Buzhou. And since the disciples of Buzhou had entered the secret realm first, was Wei Yunshu also among them? Wei Yunshu, Bo Fengliu—muttering these two names, Luo Lingfeng smiled. Previously, due to various reasons, she hadn’t broken the unspoken barrier between them. If they met this time? Would Wei Yunshu continue to hide, or would she be prepared to face everything? Luo Lingfeng pondered, counting on her fingers to deduce Wei Yunshu’s whereabouts.
In the secret realm, Wei Yunshu moved through the forest.
She had little interest in spiritual herbs and medicines, as she couldn’t use them to exchange for spirit jade, so she bypassed them when she saw them. She carefully sensed the spiritual energy fluctuations in the surroundings, trying to find traces left by the ancient immortals. Since it was an immortal’s ancient residence, there must be inscribed stone tablets or even secluded cultivation caves within. Fu Li Immortal Realm had no history from six thousand years ago, so perhaps this secret realm could fill this void.
Suddenly, Wei Yunshu sensed something unusual. She stopped, pondered for a moment, then took out a jade token. This item was called the Jade Coral Tablet, given to her by Yun Dan back then. It still contained a trace of strange energy. At that time, worried about alarming those who were secretly manipulating things, she hadn’t erased the strange energy. Later, after Yun Dan’s death, she had thrown the Jade Coral Tablet to the back of her mind. But at this moment, sensing a spiritual energy fluctuation on the Jade Coral Tablet, she suddenly remembered. The strange energy was planted by Yun Dan, but the Jade Coral Tablet might have been refined by Luo Lingfeng. Was she using this Jade Coral Tablet to infer her whereabouts? Had she already arrived in the secret realm? Wei Yunshu sensed a sense of crisis, her pupils contracting sharply. Without thinking, she threw out the Jade Coral Tablet.
Ever since she emerged from the Abyssal Vortex, she had stopped deliberately inquiring about Luo Lingfeng or the news from Cloud City. She claimed to have let go of the past, but none of the unresolved issues could be solved; in essence, she was merely escaping. Wei Yunshu let out a self-mocking laugh, her expression dejected, her eyes filled with a trace of mockery. After witnessing a scene she had never seen before, her heart was filled with a myriad of mixed emotions, her scattered thoughts difficult to untangle.
She could only judge that at this moment, she didn’t know how to face Luo Lingfeng. Was it love? Pity? Regret? Or utter despair? She didn’t want to return to Cloud City anymore.
“Chirp chirp!” Noisy bird calls interrupted Wei Yunshu’s thoughts. The Little Tai Sui, who had been knocked unconscious by sword intent in Buzhou, stirred faintly. The spiritual beast pouch couldn’t contain it. After emerging from it, it angrily chirped at Wei Yunshu for a while, then finally perched on her shoulder, tilting its head and asking, “How did you end up in that dead guy’s cave?” After a pause, it called out in an extremely arrogant tone, “Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, no, this is now Grandma’s cave!”
Wei Yunshu asked, “Do you know which senior’s cave this is?”
Little Tai Sui: “…” After sleeping for so long, its brain wasn’t working well. The name had already come to its mind, but for some reason, it forgot it just as it was about to be spoken. Meeting Wei Yunshu’s expectant gaze, Little Tai Sui inexplicably felt a little guilty. After a long while, it stammered, “It must be some stray from that stinky mud dragon Divine Lord’s subordinates.”
Wei Yunshu sighed softly, puzzled, “Divine Lord?” Little Tai Sui spoke without any pleasantries, occasionally mixing in a string of vulgarities, and she didn’t know where it learned them. But thinking that it was born from a great demon, Wei Yunshu felt it wasn’t that strange. Initially, she had also wanted to inquire about news from Little Tai Sui, but this little fellow would fall asleep for days. Buzhou couldn’t wait for it to fully awaken.
“Yes, Divine Lord.” Little Tai Sui shook its head, crossed its left wing, and muttered, “One, two, three… six… Tai Sui is the most powerful!”
Wei Yunshu rubbed her forehead and perfunctorily said, “Yes, Little Tai Sui is the most powerful.”
Little Tai Sui corrected its wording, “Not Little Tai Sui, but Tai Sui Divine Lord.”
Wei Yunshu didn’t think too deeply, only assuming this childish, ten-thousand-year-old great demon was boasting. She said “Mm” and shifted her gaze forward. After spending half a day in the secret realm, she finally saw other people. However, they were not disciples of Buzhou. The surging spiritual energy, intermittently accompanied by the roars of fierce beasts, did not look like a friendly exchange. Wei Yunshu’s heart tightened slightly. She intended to bypass the fight ahead, but Little Tai Sui chirped “chirp chirp” twice, flapped its wings, and turned into a black streak of light, flying forward. Wei Yunshu sighed softly and followed closely behind.
The plain was boundless, and the vegetation grew luxuriantly. However, at this moment, it was swept by spiritual energy, and flying grass and sod were everywhere. The ground was pitted, and there were traces of burnt ashes left behind. Two figures were fighting. One, judging by the patterns on his robe, was from the Wen family of Xiaohan Mountain, while the other had a ruddy face and two seven-foot-long tentacles on his head that swung like whips, each strike carrying flames, clearly a demon cultivator from Dustless Sea.
The disciple from the Wen family frowned deeply, his face covered in a layer of frost. He stepped on the tide of water, holding a sword in his palm, and looked at the demon cultivator with dissatisfaction, angrily shouting, “My Luoshui Divine Palace has no deep enmity with Dustless Sea. Why did you attack as soon as you arrived?”
“No enmity?” The burly demon cultivator threw his head back and laughed heartily, a few dark golden scales appearing on his cheeks. He glared resentfully at the Wen family disciple and roared in anger, “Your Luoshui Divine Palace killed our demon cultivators, dyeing Luoshui red! We once sent our children into Luoshui Divine Palace, and we were allies! And what about you? You killed all our demon race cultivators at the slightest disagreement, extremely ruthless!”
The Wen family disciple was stunned, then cursed angrily, “What does what Luoshui Divine Palace did have to do with my Xiaohan Mountain?!” His eyes flickered; not only Xiaohan Mountain, but also Yunmeng Marsh and Guangyuan Marsh knew about what Luoshui Divine Palace had done. However, their relationship with Dustless Sea was not as good as Luoshui Divine Palace’s, so they stood by and watched coldly. Jiang Jiuxiao had been close to Dustless Sea earlier, and they hoped that the former subordinates of Luoshui Divine Palace would offend Dustless Sea thoroughly, thus reducing a helper.
The demon cultivator roared, his voice like thunder, “Aren’t you from Xiaohan Mountain, part of Luoshui Divine Palace?”
The Wen family disciple didn’t want to argue further with the demon cultivator. He said coldly, “The debt has its creditor, go find the one surnamed Luo for revenge!” With that, he made a move to leave. But how could the demon cultivator let him go? He smiled sinisterly and roared, “I came to this secret realm not for wealth, but to kill all of you Luoshui Divine Palace disciples and avenge our demon race!” With several crackling sounds, his long tentacles struck like lightning, wrapped in fiery red light, sweeping forward. The demon cultivator also held giant hammers of fiery red flowing light in his hands, smashing them towards the Wen family disciple.
Little Tai Sui stopped not far away, watching the two fight with great interest, occasionally shouting “Hit harder!” or “Are you not eating?”… wishing it could join the battle. The two fighters, annoyed by the noisy shouting, became even more enraged and fought earth-shatteringly. Perhaps annoyed by Little Tai Sui’s commotion, they both attacked Little Tai Sui. The Wei Yunshu who arrived behind them, with a face full of helplessness, swept her whisk, dispersed the two attacks, and scooped up Little Tai Sui into her arms. Although it was said that the bodies of great demons were impervious to blades and spears, this seemingly fragile little demon exposing this vulnerability would not attract respect from others, but endless trouble.
The Wen family disciple stared at Wei Yunshu for a moment, his expression somewhat dazed. That face, so similar to Cloud Sovereign, reminded him of the moment Cloud Sovereign descended from the golden carriage, like a brilliant crimson sun, yet with a gentleness that illuminated all things in her eyes. “Yun—” he shouted this word in his daze, but quickly came back to his senses. In the vast Fu Li Immortal Realm, there were countless people who resembled Cloud Sovereign. More than ten of them were brought back to Cloud City, so it was just a coincidence. He steadied himself and quickly changed his words, “Fellow Daoist, this demon is wantonly killing, please help me!” The demon cultivator was already bloodthirsty. After staring at Wei Yunshu for a while, he sneered repeatedly. He struck his giant hammers together, and a region of ominous red light erupted. His spiritual energy surged, and another head suddenly grew from his shoulder and neck, clearly intending to kill them both!
Wei Yunshu did not want to cause trouble, being inexplicably drawn into a fight. Her brows furrowed slightly. She ignored the Wen family disciple beside her, swept her whisk, and a white light flashed forward. Amidst a series of metallic grinding sounds, it dispersed the dazzling red light. This demon was enraged to a few degrees, his eyes blood-red, and only a bloody light remained in his vision. He quickly judged that Wei Yunshu’s cultivation was higher, abandoned the Wen family disciple beside him, and swung his dual hammers towards Wei Yunshu. His tentacles swayed like whips, weaving a continuous net.
Seeing this, the Wen family disciple’s heart rejoiced, thinking to seize the opportunity to leave. But after retreating a few steps, he remembered something and slowly turned back. If he could take those tentacles from the demon cultivator’s head and refine them into a magic artifact, it would provide him with considerable assistance. In the past, due to alliances, he would not have killed demon cultivators, but in a life-and-death struggle with sworn enemies, it was different. Dustless Sea would not say anything if they found out. His eyes darted around, occasionally sweeping over Wei Yunshu, and finally, he stood by with folded arms.
Wei Yunshu’s expression was calm and serene. Behind her, the intertwined tentacles wove a whip-net, stirring up undulating spiritual tides, as hot as a sea of fire. She stood in mid-air, her white sleeves fluttering, her eyes clear and bright, like a floating immortal. With her right hand, she swept her whisk, and with her left hand, she formed a hand seal, releasing the “Three Lights Dragon Capturing Seal.” Immense spiritual energy immediately surged towards the sky, and the power of the sun, moon, and stars forcefully struck the demon cultivator. The heavens and earth suddenly exploded with a deafening “boom.” The giant hammers shattered, scattering a spray of crimson light.
The demon cultivator stumbled. He felt a great chill in his heart as he looked at Wei Yunshu. But immersed in the heat of battle, his blood boiled, and the demonic nature gradually suppressed his reason. He roared, glaring fiercely at Wei Yunshu, reached up and pulled off his tentacles from his head, tearing them off forcefully! The tentacles in his hands were much more agile than when they were still on his head, bringing up surging tidal waves as they swung.
Seeing that he was still unyielding, Wei Yunshu’s brows furrowed even tighter. She dispersed the crimson light halo, changed her hand seals again, and heard a series of thunderous sounds rolling in. The previously clear sky was instantly covered by thunderclouds. The lightning stretched for tens of miles, wandering in the thick dark clouds that seemed to press down on their heads. Not only the demon cultivator, but even the Wen family cultivator watching from the side felt a sense of panic. The thunder net was brewing; once the lightning struck, no one within the net could escape. He thought of leaving, but looking at the face so similar to Cloud Sovereign, he decided to take a gamble. Would the other party really kill him as well!
Both demons and evil beings feared the power of lightning. This demon cultivator, with his demonic nature not yet fully shed, was even more startled by the opened thunder net. The spiritual energy around him stagnated for a moment, but his chaotic thoughts remained unclear. If he had the thought of “revenge” before, now his purpose was unclear; he only wanted to kill all the living beings in front of him. The red color in his eyes receded, his dark pupils turned blank, but inexplicably, they exuded a gloomy and dangerous aura. The observing Wen family cultivators felt goosebumps all over, thinking this demon cultivator was extremely evil.
Wei Yunshu glanced at the demon cultivator, pondered for a moment, and then stopped holding back. The might of a Nascent Soul realm cultivator erupted, and the One Qi Nine Dominance Heavenly Thunders were cast down, directly breaking through the crimson light barrier woven by the two tentacles and striking the demon cultivator’s head. In just a breath, the two conjoined heads turned to ashes under the vast power of the lightning. As for the two tentacles, there was no need to mention them. Wei Yunshu captured a trace of dark crimson obscure light, her expression becoming extremely solemn.
The Wen family disciple lacked such insight. As Wei Yunshu’s gaze swept past, he chuckled sheepishly. The thunder net in the sky had not dispersed, occasionally emitting rumbling sounds. He shivered and inexplicably felt a sense of panic. Just as he was hesitating between leaving and staying, a gentle voice sounded in his ear.
“When fighting him earlier, did you notice anything unusual?” Wei Yunshu asked.
The Wen family disciple pondered for a moment and shook his head. He looked at the ashes of the corpse, a chill lingering in his heart. He said, “When I passed by here, he inexplicably rushed out and tried to kill me, saying he had enmity with Luoshui Divine Palace. But now, everyone knows that Luo family has severed ties with the other three families. What does Luo family killing demon cultivators have to do with us? I think he was just looking for an excuse to cause trouble!” By the end, the Wen family disciple’s face was filled with indignation and unfairness!
Wei Yunshu said slowly, “His condition was not right.” If she was not mistaken, that obscure light contained a bit of evil energy. The secret realms of Fu Li Immortal Realm were said to be open to cultivators, but they did not include the evil cultivators of the Corridor of Sins. Outside the secret realm, Master Wu Fang was in charge; it was unlikely he would allow evil cultivators to appear here. Then, where did the evil energy on the demon cultivator come from? Had he been contaminated by demonic thoughts long ago? Or was there a place in the secret realm that caused people to fall into evil ways? Wei Yunshu’s thoughts drifted, a look of solemnity appearing in her eyes. If it was the former, cultivators who had resisted the Corridor of Sins would have experienced some of this, but as long as their hearts were righteous, they could expel the demonic thoughts; but if it was the latter… that would be bad. Six thousand years ago, the history of the immortal path in Fu Li Immortal Realm was unknown, but one thing was certain: the demons of The Northern Continent already existed at that time!
The Wen family disciple opened his mouth, and after a long time, he managed to squeeze out a sentence, “True Monarch…” Once fallen into the secret realm, the past communication talismans were no longer usable. In this boundless territory, it was unknown when they would encounter fellow cultivators. At this moment, looking at Wei Yunshu, who acted so efficiently, he slowly came up with some ideas. Putting on a fawning smile, he raised his sleeve, bowed, and said seriously, “Your subordinate, Wen—”
“Head for your Wen family!” Little Tai Sui jumped onto Wei Yunshu’s shoulder, looking down at the Wen family disciple with obvious scorn in its bean-like eyes, “You want to be this Divine Lord’s follower? Are you worthy?”
Wen family disciple: “…” He looked at the inexplicably contemptuous crazy bird with confusion, a little stunned. After a moment, he came back to his senses, feeling stifled. But this was a silly bird raised by a Nascent Soul True Monarch; he couldn’t afford to offend it. Taking a deep breath, just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a “chirp chirp” sound.
Little Tai Sui rubbed against Wei Yunshu’s cheek, urging, “Let’s go, let’s go, we’ll find another place to watch the show.”
The Wen family disciple’s eyelids twitched.
Wei Yunshu didn’t want to listen to Little Tai Sui’s scolding anymore. She sighed softly and transformed into a streak of light, fleeing.
Little Tai Sui’s claws gripped Wei Yunshu’s Dharma robe tightly, and in the strong wind, it looked even more like a black ball. It swayed precariously, shouting, “I remember, I remember, that old scoundrel—” Before it could finish speaking, Little Tai Sui felt a dizzying spin. When it recovered, it found itself held in Wei Yunshu’s palm. Shaking its wings, it slowly preened its feathers, no longer intending to pay attention to Wei Yunshu.
Wei Yunshu chuckled softly and took out a spiritual pill.
Little Tai Sui’s eyes lit up. It pecked at the spiritual pill and swallowed it whole, like eating dates, then added, “That old scoundrel is very wicked; he loves to watch people kill each other.” Its eyeballs rolled around, but it didn’t say that it was because it had fought with that old scoundrel that it inexplicably ended up in this place and fell asleep for thousands of years.
Even cultivators from immortal sects were not all upright, majestic, and open. The ancient immortal residences were often opportunities, but some were also filled with the last resentments of their predecessors, leaving behind countless killing intents for future generations. Generally, if such secret realms were encountered, the Four Sects would move to seal them, lest they cause harm for a thousand years.
Little Tai Sui did not speak again.
Wei Yunshu did not ask.
She stood quietly in the wind, her mind filled with chaotic thoughts, making it difficult to find a thread. The past, the present, the living, the dead, the unknown… everything surged towards her like a torrent, almost drowning her. The thunderclouds overhead had long dispersed, but a lingering gloom enveloped her heart. Her long eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow.
Her gaze was vacant, neither joyful nor sorrowful.
The usually noisy Little Tai Sui suddenly fell silent, curling into a ball, merely tilting its head to look at Wei Yunshu, as if puzzled.