After I Died My Dao Companion Drowns in Endless Regret Chapter 46

The wind blew through the overgrown grass, rustling softly.
Wei Yunshu released Little Tai Sui. Endless emotions swirled in her chest, unsure where to find an outlet. Her hands gently fell, her pale fingers silently clenching. She couldn’t sort out her own affairs, nor could she easily unravel the mist shrouding the entire Fu Li Immortal Realm. Her body swayed, and a smile slowly curved her lips. She said, “Let’s go. I don’t know if we’ll encounter Fellow Daoist Xie.”
They encountered people again in the latter half of the night.
After connecting with the Fu Li Immortal Realm, the days and nights in the secret realm were no different from the outside. The wind faintly carried the scent of blood, interspersed with angry roars. Little Tai Sui loved to watch the commotion and wished it could transform into lightning and fly away, but upon seeing Wei Yunshu’s calm gaze, it unknowingly became obedient.
Wei Yunshu looked up at the full moon and stepped forward.
The moonlight was hazy, casting a clear glow on the plants. As spiritual energy fluctuated, it stirred the chirping of insects.
Little Tai Sui chirped and followed behind Wei Yunshu, “I thought you were going to take a detour.”
Wei Yunshu did not answer. If she hadn’t encountered the demon cultivator earlier, she might have avoided fights with strangers. But now, with evil energy appearing in the secret realm, anyone could potentially transform into a demon. She couldn’t just ignore it. The cultivators fighting were still unfamiliar faces. Judging by their attire, there were no traces of any sect. They were likely rogue cultivators who had entered this place. Sensing someone approaching, the fighting rogue cultivators simultaneously ceased their attacks. A pair of red-rimmed eyes fell on Wei Yunshu, filled with caution. Wei Yunshu lowered her eyelashes, her robes fluttering in the wind. Brilliant points of light circled her, like sprinkled stars.
The two could not discern her cultivation, and a moment of silence ensued. After a few breaths, the black-robed cultivator on the left suddenly hurled a jade slip towards Wei Yunshu. The person on the right’s expression changed dramatically. He glared resentfully at the person who threw the jade slip, his hands clenching tightly. Spiritual energy emanated from his body, and his killing intent seemed to reach its peak. But he did not act rashly. Instead, he took a deep breath and suppressed the impulse.
Wei Yunshu caught the jade slip, and her divine sense swept through it, instantly understanding. It was a cultivation technique called “Severing All Selves.” She didn’t examine it closely but smiled at the two rogue cultivators, “Where did you two come from?” Although the two before her had fierce expressions, they still possessed reason, unlike the frenzied demon cultivator. There wasn’t too much evil energy on them, so Wei Yunshu hid her own killing intent.
One rogue cultivator kept his mouth shut, unwilling to answer, but the Daoist who had thrown the jade slip said expressionlessly, “In front of the Heavenly Star Tablet twenty miles to the east.” He felt he didn’t have the ability to deal with Wei Yunshu and thus wished to dismiss her as soon as possible.
“Heavenly Star Tablet?” Wei Yunshu was somewhat puzzled. She remembered the name, bowed to the two rogue cultivators, and walked away with a flick of her sleeve. Since they were not related to evil cultivators, their grievances were their own business, not hers to interfere with.
As soon as Wei Yunshu transformed into a streak of light and fled, the grim-faced cultivator angrily said, “Why did you tell her? And throw the cultivation technique jade slip to her? Where will we get another copy to imprint? Do you know how difficult it is to avoid the eyes and ears of those people?”
The Daoist who had informed Wei Yunshu grinned, “Us?” He mockingly looked at the person before him, “Fellow Daoist, you wanted my life earlier and wanted to monopolize the jade slip. Since I can’t have it, neither can you. As for over there—it’s hard to say what the outcome will be once people arrive.” He glanced deeply at the enraged Daoist, pinched his fingers, and also rode a streak of light away. The other person’s expression changed several times. Finally, after weighing the pros and cons, he did not pursue but took a few pills to regulate his spiritual energy.
On the other side, Wei Yunshu flew towards the east. Before reaching the “Heavenly Star Tablet,” she heard a booming explosion, like a released flood, with terrifying momentum. The night wind was chilling, and the strong smell of blood lingered, refusing to dissipate. Wei Yunshu’s heart tightened slightly, a chill surging upwards. She moved swiftly, and the things hidden in the night finally became clear. Numerous spiritual energies intertwined, and the rumbling sounds were continuous, as if coming from another end of the sky. More than ten cultivators were fighting in mid-air. The entire ground was shaking violently. Magic artifacts and spiritual energy intertwined, forming an ominous red glow.
Wei Yunshu’s brows furrowed tightly. At a glance, she saw several familiar figures, namely Xie Zhichao and several disciples of Buzhou! Without thinking, she raised her whisk and shot a stream of spiritual energy forward. Amidst a series of crisp cracking sounds, the red glow disintegrated. Those who were originally restrained found an opportunity, urged their sword light, and fiercely slashed forward.
Xie Zhichao retreated from the battle formation and glided to Wei Yunshu’s side. She raised her eyebrows and shouted, “Fellow Daoist Bo.” The disciples of Buzhou who followed her also retreated. The rogue cultivators who had been surrounding them wanted to pursue, but upon seeing Wei Yunshu, their eyes suddenly became wary. They hesitated for a moment and remained in place, staring intently.
Among the rogue cultivators were Nascent Soul cultivators, and among Xie Zhichao and the disciples of Buzhou, Xie Zhichao had the highest cultivation. However, a Golden Core cultivator facing a Nascent Soul cultivator was extremely dangerous. The disciples of Buzhou were more or less injured, bloodstains seeping into their Dharma robes, forming dark, mottled patches, extremely clear. Wei Yunshu frowned and asked in a low voice, “How are your injuries?”
Xie Zhichao wiped her lips and said with a carefree smile, “It’s nothing.” Her gaze fell on the “Heavenly Star Tablet” being protected by the rogue cultivators behind them, and she explained to Wei Yunshu, “That is the Heavenly Star Tablet, which records Daoist texts. It only contains a cultivation technique called ‘Severing All Selves.’ This technique is extremely mysterious, teaching one to sever all extraneous thoughts during cultivation and cast them out from the self, rather than subduing the inner demon with the heart like we do. This method is indeed very convenient, but both Senior Sister Ran and I find it strange. Are extraneous thoughts merely evil thoughts made manifest? Where do they go after being severed?” At this point, Xie Zhichao’s expression became solemn. “Senior Sister Ran has copied a portion of the Heavenly Star Tablet’s inscription and is preparing to bring it back to Buzhou for research. She has ordered us to guard it here. As you have seen, these rogue cultivators have come, wanting to read the Daoist principles on the tablet.”
A cold, sharp voice of mockery suddenly rang out, “Your Buzhou speaks so righteously. The secret realm is ownerless; why can’t we take this inscription? Why can’t we cultivate this technique? Even if there are flaws that affect our Dao foundation, it’s our own business, not related to Buzhou at all. I think you are simply using this as an excuse to occupy all the benefits and block our path to seeking the Dao!”
“Ridiculous! If Buzhou wanted to monopolize everything in the secret realm, they would have sealed the entrance and not let you in.” A disciple of Buzhou shook his sword energy, retorting angrily.
The Daoist who spoke wore a mocking expression. His gaze was fixed on Wei Yunshu’s face. He tucked his left hand into his sleeve, accumulating power. He raised his voice and said, “That’s because of the rules of Fu Li Immortal Realm. Even if you can stop us rogue cultivators, can you stop the disciples of the other three sects? Your Buzhou also wants to gain fame and reputation.” As his voice fell, several echoing voices sounded from behind them. With the Heavenly Star Tablet here, who wouldn’t want to study its techniques? The disciples of Buzhou blocking the way had already ignited the fire in their hearts.
Xie Zhichao’s gaze was like a knife, her expression darkening. She transmitted her thoughts to Wei Yunshu, “Only rogue cultivators are here for now. When the disciples of Dustless Sea and Luoshui Divine Palace arrive, who knows how the situation will escalate. Senior Sister Ran originally wanted to take the Heavenly Star Tablet, but this stone tablet seems to be rooted here; even with the ‘Mountain Moving Technique,’ it cannot be moved an inch.” Xie Zhichao also felt helpless. They had been in the secret realm for a while, and the only fortunate thing was meeting the disciples of Buzhou, otherwise, the situation would have become even more dire.
Wei Yunshu listened and took out a jade slip from her sleeve, the one that the rogue cultivator had thrown to her earlier. She hadn’t examined it carefully. Now, hearing Xie Zhichao’s words, she sent several strands of divine sense into the jade slip, secretly deducing this cultivation technique. This was not a primary cultivation fundamental Dao technique, but a supplementary one. In Fu Li Immortal Realm, with the Corridor of Sins present, cultivators were easily disturbed by demonic thoughts. Normally, they would overcome this tribulation solely by cultivating heart-strengthening techniques. However, according to the “Severing All Selves” cultivation technique, everything would be different. They only needed to sever all extraneous thoughts one by one, leaving only a pure true self. This would not only keep them away from evil but also elevate their own realm. If this technique were to spread, cultivators in Fu Li Immortal Realm would flock to it. When a shortcut is available, who would want to tread the thorny path step by step?
However, the flaw in this cultivation technique was also very obvious. The “extraneous thoughts” of oneself were severed and cast out through the technique, but they did not truly disappear. Instead, they were driven out and remained in Fu Li Immortal Realm. One or two people’s extraneous thoughts could not shake the overall situation, but what about a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand? They were a part of evil, filth, and yin demons. With the accumulation of time, what would they bring to Fu Li Immortal Realm? Besides a second Corridor of Sins in The Northern Continent, Wei Yunshu could not think of any other possibility. Wei Yunshu furrowed her brows, thinking of “Corridor of Sins,” and a flash of inspiration struck her heart, but before she could grasp it, it vanished again.
This was not the time to think. Withdrawing her divine sense from the jade slip, Wei Yunshu made up her mind. She said softly, “Senior Sister Ran is right.” Disciples with lower cultivation would not be able to discern the flaws in the technique and would undoubtedly treat it as a treasure. As for those who had reached the Nascent Soul realm, would they not know the flaws of the technique? They only thought of themselves, believing that as long as their extraneous thoughts were severed, it would have nothing to do with them.
“The cultivation technique in the Heavenly Star Tablet cannot be cultivated.” Wei Yunshu looked up, meeting the Nascent Soul cultivator’s gaze, her tone gentle but with an unyielding firmness.
The Nascent Soul True Monarch smiled mockingly, “Our Cultivation path is one we forge ourselves. Since our Dao intentions differ, then Fellow Daoist, make your move!” As the last word fell, a white brush emerged from his sleeve. Ink splattered in the air, transforming into characters exuding cold air, fiercely falling forward.
Wei Yunshu swept her whisk sideways. She fixed her gaze on the white bone brush and frowned, “Monk in front of the snow? Are you a disciple of Senior Su Tian Heng?”
A look of surprise flashed in the Nascent Soul True Monarch’s eyes. He held the white bone brush, gazing at Wei Yunshu intently, and said with a forced smile, “Is that so? Or not?”
Xie Zhichao raised her eyebrows and asked, “Who is that?”
The Nascent Soul True Monarch sneered, speaking with a sarcastic tone, “How can the names of us rogue cultivators reach the ears of your great sect disciples?”
Wei Yunshu explained gently, “Senior Su Tian Heng was a direct descendant disciple of the Su family, the Young Cloud Sovereign eight hundred years ago. She was exceptionally talented and opened thirty-two acupoints during her Mortal Transformation, showing promise of becoming a Cavern Heaven expert. However, she was always willful and unrestrained, going against conventions. While her usual troublemaking was tolerated, in the matter of accepting disciples, she ignored the elders’ opinions. Instead of choosing gifted disciples from the aristocratic families of Cloud City, she brought back a disciple from the mortal world and made her her closed-door disciple, thus angering the aristocratic families. As it was expected, this disciple would be Su Tian Heng’s successor.” Speaking to this point, Wei Yunshu couldn’t help but recall some past events, and her expression became somewhat unsightly.
The Nascent Soul cultivator stopped fighting and continued to mock, “How can the position of Cloud Sovereign be occupied by an outsider? Cloud Sovereign broke conventions, but didn’t she also perish in the end?” His brows suddenly furrowed, and he couldn’t help but examine Wei Yunshu’s face closely. He hadn’t noticed it before, but now, seeing her, he found a considerable resemblance to the portrait of Cloud Sovereign circulating in the mortal world.
Xie Zhichao raised her eyebrows, “There’s this past story too? What happened next?”
“That Senior had conflicts with the various aristocratic families of Cloud City, and even her own clan was displeased with her. Later, one time, her disciple was seriously injured and needed a spiritual medicine called ‘Seven-Leaf Lotus’ to save her life. The medicine grew on a snowy mountain, controlled by the Yun family of Cloud City. The Yun family had long disliked her disciple and refused to provide the medicine. In desperation, that Senior went to the snowy mountain to snatch the medicine. Although she succeeded in obtaining the medicine, she was seriously injured and died not long after. Her disciple found a place to hide and cultivated until the Cavern Heaven realm, then attacked Cloud City, killed all those who had acted against her master, and refined their bones into a magic artifact called ‘Monk in front of the snow.'” Cloud City regarded this person as a desperate evildoer who must be killed, but unfortunately, for several hundred years, they could never find her whereabouts. Later, the booklet recording this person’s name faded, and everyone guessed she had perished, so they completely let the matter go.
Xie Zhichao said in a low voice, “Monk in front of the snow? Each sweeping the snow before their own door?” Looking at the bone brush, a chilling aura surged upwards from below. She suddenly turned to look at Wei Yunshu. Her face bore a striking resemblance to Cloud Sovereign, and she spoke casually about the secret affairs of Cloud City… A guess vaguely formed in her heart, and her eyelids twitched, but she suppressed it again. She turned to the Daoist from the Nascent Soul realm, looking at his ice-cold face, and thought, with this past history, it’s no wonder this person harbored such hatred for the disciples of great sects.
Wei Yunshu furrowed her brows, “Since Fellow Daoist is a disciple of Senior Su, and cultivates the orthodox immortal sect methods, you should know the flaws in the cultivation technique in the Heavenly Star Tablet.”
The Nascent Soul True Monarch smiled and asked, “So what?” Each to their own, sweeping the snow before their own door; why would he care about others? He gazed meaningfully at Wei Yunshu and suddenly smiled meaningfully, “Fellow Daoist, you have such a beautiful face. If you were to sit in Cloud City, you wouldn’t have to struggle like us to find cultivation resources.” His words caused everyone to look at Wei Yunshu’s face. Those with lower cultivation could only see through a haze, not understanding, while those with a bit more insight gasped, their eyes flickering uncertainly.
Xie Zhichao’s eyelids twitched, her face covered in frost. She angrily rebuked, “What nonsense are you talking about? Fellow Daoist Bo is an guest elder of our Buzhou!”
Wei Yunshu’s expression remained calm and unfettered. She merely asked, “Does Fellow Daoist insist on acting against the Heavenly Star Tablet?”
The Nascent Soul True Monarch retracted his mocking smile and said coldly, “That’s what I should be asking you.” Just now, upon hearing Wei Yunshu mention her ancestor, his accumulated resentment grew even greater. He looked indifferently ahead, and the bone brush in his sleeve flew out again. Spiritual tides surged, as if ten thousand troops were galloping forward.
Wei Yunshu watched the bone brush sweep across the air, a flashing “Restriction” character about to form. Realizing that the Daoist could not be reasoned with, she no longer held back. She vigorously summoned her spiritual power, her right hand whisk flying out, and slammed down towards the surging tide. She slightly raised her head, a faint purple glow in her eyes. As she activated her hand seals, the wind and clouds churned. Thunder and lightning, like dragons and snakes darting, were truly terrifying.
Seeing the thunder net form in an instant, the Nascent Soul True Monarch’s heart was suddenly enveloped in a chill. The bone brush gripped in his hand trembled uncertainly. The characters forming in the air gradually accelerated their appearance, the snow-white characters gradually changing color, tinged with gold, then floating with a tragic black and red, extremely strange. As the lightning struck, the Daoist roared “Bind,” and the characters suddenly scattered, transforming into countless moving threads, like a net covering the front. After completing this, his movements did not stop. His figure moved, and the strange bone brush in his hand stabbed towards Wei Yunshu.
Wei Yunshu’s eyelids twitched. Countless lightning bolts poured down like a torrential rain, but they were blocked by the threads formed from the characters. Seeing the Nascent Soul True Monarch approaching, she raised her left hand, and the Three Lights Dragon Capturing Seal suddenly struck out. With a tearing sound, the bone brush collided with the dazzling golden light, as if tearing a piece of brocade. The surging momentum was halted, and unable to advance amidst the buzzing sound. The Daoist did not expect Wei Yunshu to break free from his net so quickly. His feet shifted, grazing the golden light as he moved away. Fierce fire and golden energy rushed towards him. By the time he retreated to a distance, he lowered his gaze and saw a large portion of his sleeve eroded by the magic seal.
The Daoist took a deep breath, knowing that ordinary methods would not be enough to deal with the enemy. He took a deep breath, his sleeves rustling in the wind. A mass of mist appeared above his head. As his magic formula circulated, this mist spread outwards in all directions. In an instant, the entire surroundings were enveloped in a vast fog, where only a boundless expanse was visible. There was no bright moon, no thunderclouds, nor wandering lightning. This was the “Mist Canon,” one of the supreme techniques of Cloud City. In this vast mist, divine sense was like being trapped in a mire, unable to discern even the slightest bit.
Wei Yunshu stood with her hands behind her back in the mist, the chill all around, as if she were in an ice cave. The mist that had settled on her skin was steadily draining her spiritual energy. This was a situation where one’s strength waxed while the opponent’s waned. The longer time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it was for her. However, Wei Yunshu also hailed from Cloud City. Although she had never practiced this technique, she knew how to overcome it. She raised her left hand, and the sun and moon appeared above. As the spiritual energy fluctuated, countless stars also emerged, like a jade belt of a galaxy, appearing above her.
A faint sound of wind came, and Wei Yunshu’s eyes sharpened. She swept her whisk towards the source of the sound. The crimson sun above her suddenly ignited, followed by a clear cry. A Golden Crow, enveloped in crimson light, rose from the vast mist, like a ball of fire burning away the white fog.
The Daoist, hidden in the white fog, instantly revealed himself. He looked at the vast expanse of swirling stars with astonishment, his right hand in severe pain. He lowered his gaze and saw a golden flame burning on his sleeve, having completely burned away even his spiritual power. The Daoist’s pupils contracted sharply. He formed a magic formula and struck the golden flame on his right hand. He glared at Wei Yunshu and shouted loudly, “Sun and Moon Shine Together, All Stars Rotate, All Things Exist, who on earth are you?!” Looking at that crimson sun, his body inexplicably began to tremble, and a chilling dread enveloped his heart.
Wei Yunshu said with a flick of her sleeve, “The cultivation technique in the Heavenly Star Tablet cannot be comprehended.”
The clear moonlight spilled down. In the translucent moonlight, the white-robed figure was distant and ethereal. The Daoist gritted his teeth, his gaze locked onto Wei Yunshu, and roared furiously, “It’s not allowed just because you say so? On what grounds?” His cultivation had been stagnant for many years, and that bottleneck had troubled him for a long time. He had only glanced at the cultivation technique in the Heavenly Star Tablet and knew it was the key to his breakthrough. Although he remembered a few incantations, he dared not gamble with his Cultivation path. He only wanted to copy the complete technique, but the disciples of Buzhou would not allow him to do so. He gritted his teeth and pointed his bone brush for the third time.
Xie Zhichao had already led the disciples of Buzhou in battling the remaining rogue cultivators. At this point, there were only the two of them at the Nascent Soul realm. The snow-colored moonlight reflected the expressions of everyone present, all shrouded in a layer of frost. The strong wind howled like ferocious beasts roaring in the mountains. Wei Yunshu lowered her eyelashes. The myriad of stars revolving behind her all transformed into flowing light and fiercely smashed down! Fierce like a golden torrent, unstoppable. She was gradually becoming one with this puppet body. After entering the Nascent Soul realm, she could also use some divine abilities. As the stars fell, their power was even greater than the One Qi Nine Dominance Heavenly Thunders. The entire sky was dyed crimson gold by the starlight, and the moon hanging in the sky instantly lost its brilliance.
The Daoist’s vision was captured by the vast gold. The oncoming golden wind carried fierce protective energy, and as the characters took shape, they were completely shattered. The Daoist continuously retreated backward, and the protective spiritual light woven around his body shattered one after another. Blood dripped from the corner of his lips. He hardened his heart and urged his Nascent Soul, his aura suddenly surging. He pointed the tip of the brush, emitting a pale white blade of light. With a few leaps, it reached Wei Yunshu’s neck. In just a breath, it was in front of Wei Yunshu!
Wei Yunshu blocked with her whisk, but in that instant, alarm bells blared in her heart, and an inexplicable sense of crisis enveloped her entire body. Without thinking, she used the “Eternal Star Infinite” divine ability, transforming into a misty starlight. The moment her figure disappeared, a bone knife of extreme peculiarity penetrated the starlight and instantly severed the head of the unprepared rogue cultivator beside her, dragging it back.
The bone knife flew back and was stuck in a large rock. The knife’s body was like teeth, and at this moment, it emitted a gnashing sound that made one’s teeth ache. The carried-away head seemed to have fallen into a beast’s mouth, slowly disappearing, leaving only a heartbreaking cry of pain from the knife’s body, making people’s scalps tingle.
The starlight shattered, and the Daoist, narrowly escaping death, clutched his chest and muttered “Close call.” But when his gaze fell on the sinister bone knife, his expression also turned grim.
Wei Yunshu’s figure reappeared. She stared at the bone knife, and a sharp glint suddenly flashed in her bright, luminous eyes.
From the direction of the bone knife, a young cultivator in black tight-fitting clothes walked out. His face was as pale as snow, and a plum blossom-shaped single horn grew on his forehead. His vertical pupils were filled with crimson light, and his entire being exuded an aura of sinister energy. He walked to the side of the bone knife, placed his slender fingers lightly on the hilt, and smiled carelessly, “Long Jun’s eighteenth son, Ba Xu, greets all Fellow Daoists.”
The Dragon Lord of Dustless Sea had many sons. The eighth son, Xiang Jun, was the Young Palace Master of the Dragon Palace. However, this was only temporary. Demon cultivators were fierce and valued strength. Only the surviving young masters were the true young masters. Xiang Jun’s demeanor leaned towards human cultivators, but this Ba Xu was still untamed by demonic nature, exuding a barbaric, fierce, and wild aura. That strange knife was likely stained with the blood of countless people.
Wei Yunshu looked at him, her brows showing undisguised disgust.