Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 182 Vacant Rules

Go to Nanzong, in the teahouse.

Fu Jiheng and Wenren Shuyu sat opposite.

"According to my calculations, you should have a sword on you, but you never take it out. Is it because you're worried about exposing your identity as a disciple of the Ziyang Sword Sect?"

Wenren Shuyu ate his tea and snacks. "Not really. My father said it before. My sword can only be seen by my wife, besides my corpse. This is the disadvantage of practicing a ruthless way."

"You didn't tell the truth, so if you make up a lie, make it more convincing."

"Not everyone needs the truth. Some people just need an answer. It seems you're not one of them."

Fu Jiheng smiled. "Do you know why I didn't expose you? Um... or perhaps it's because the top people in the Southern Sect didn't expose you and your junior brother?"

"I thought the Shangnan Sect had no involvement in the matter of the Immortal Bone, so I just watched the show from the bottom of the stage."

"No, it's just that we all know that the facts cannot be changed."

Fu Jiheng: "In these corners that are not paid attention to by the Heavenly Dao, the fate of those who possess the Immortal Bones is naturally not of concern to them either."

"For ordinary people in this world, there are no people who have achieved the Dao through the Qi Induction. However, those with the Immortal Bone are not considered as such. In a sense, they have been immortal cultivators since birth."

"How pitiful! If you were born into a mortal family, you would be ignorant and foolish all your life, unable to draw Qi into the Dao. Then you would encounter all kinds of calamities from heaven and man, and become one of those children from aristocratic families."

Wenren Shuyu stopped eating his snacks and looked at Fu Jiheng in silence.

Fu Jiheng continued, "I never intended to peel off someone else's flesh and dig out their bones to replace them with my own body, but God has never been kind to me. He made me born into a family that fights and kills, and I have a fatal meridian defect in my cultivation."

"I'm very lucky that I'm a direct descendant, otherwise even something like the Immortal Bone wouldn't have happened to me."

"I still clearly remember the child whose immortal bones were dug out. He was wearing a red and blue embroidered gown his mother had carefully made for him. His fair skin and tender complexion made it clear he was the most beloved child in his family. If he had been a little luckier and happened upon a sect searching for immortal cultivators, he wouldn't have become a container for immortal bones."

"I later found out that the corpse-hunter had murdered and framed his parents. When it was finally his turn, he obediently followed his enemy, thinking he was his savior, and offered his immortal bone."

"So I placed the broken piece of footsteps under his tablet. He and I have long been one. His immortal bone is in my body, nourishing and protecting me. We are a pair of half-brothers who have shared hardships. Every day I live, he watches over me through his immortal bone."

Wenren Shuyu: "You're saying this because you want me to understand you?"

Fu Jiheng shook his head and smiled cunningly.

"No one can understand me except him. I tell you all this because I want you to bear half of my pain so that I can breathe a sigh of relief."

Wenren Shuyu: "Aren't you afraid that I will remove the immortal bone from your body and destroy it right now?"

"Then you won't be able to leave Shangnan Sect alive."

Fu Jiheng stood up. "No matter how much you investigate, what will it change? Will the noble families stop trading immortal bones because of the Ziyang Sword Sect? Will the corpse seekers think that the Ziyang Sword Sect no longer exists?"

"Even if the transaction is stopped, what does it matter? I'm still standing here in front of you."

"Why fight against something that is beyond our control? It's a pointless fight."

Wenren Shuyu stood up and looked at Fu Jiheng.

"What if you were the mortal who possessed the immortal bone?"

Fu Jiheng had an apologetic smile, but one could also see his hypocrisy inside.

"I'm sorry, I'm not."

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……

In addition to worrying about being killed in an instant and then teleported by the system, Lin Qingyue bought all the things that could protect herself and put them aside to rot.

Didn't you see Yang Zishen sitting on the ground beside him, lost in thought? He remained calm and collected in this situation. In a sense, he was indeed a genius.

Suddenly I remembered that Xiao Weiqian had not been killed yet. If I started all over again, I would have to repeat the previous path boringly.

Qingyang squatted on the ground, clasped his hands together and kept worshiping various gods.

"God bless you! God bless you!"

"I've survived a great disaster today! I will definitely accumulate merits instead of seeking money!"

"I only have a hundred years of life left. I'm still so young and promising, and I'm so rich. If I die, it'll be a loss! This can't be possible! Speak! Can you give me an accurate number?"

"How could this fortune teller possibly defeat those Yuanying or even Mahayana monsters? Forget it, I can just build a Yin body for myself. A miserable life is always better than a good death. If I can't survive any longer, I'll just die."

Two of them are as quiet as chickens, while one is crazy.

There were still white slips of paper on the elder's face left by playing cards, and he still had the leisure to tear them off one by one and stack them together.

He only said one sentence, "The immortal bones are given by heaven, and you are just beasts."

There was rage above.

"Crazy Yuan! Don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit!"

"In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong prey on the weak. How dare you, a mere dusk of old, insult us?"

"Okay, okay! I don't think we need to be polite to this guy anymore! Prepare to die!"

……

……

It seemed as if a light snowflake had fallen, like grains of salt dotting the air. Landing on the girl's head, it looked like a snow-white hat. Lin Qingyue activated his protective shield, the shock still lingering in his eyes.

……

Yang Zishen held the sword high and hesitated to let it fall. The young man looked at the scene in front of him, confusion and trance surged on his face, and even the tip of the sword trembled slightly.

……

Qingyang was already lying on the ground, crying with tears and snot, and the amplified sound was somewhat distorted between heaven and earth.

"My money! I haven't even spent it all!"

"I have the life to earn money but not the life to spend it. Why is my life so miserable?! Wuuwuwu..."

"..."

Qingyang was stunned for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and said blankly: "Huh? ...I'm not dead?"

……

The snow on the branches fell to the ground, forming a small hill. The snow made a crunching sound when stepped on, which was inexplicably sad.

The elder smiled and said, "You are indeed not dead."

Qingyang's gaze was a little dazed when it came into contact with Yuan Jin's dissipated shadow.

The elder looked back at the sad and angry young man and gave a faint smile.

"Say hello to your parents for me. I really miss you after not seeing you for hundreds of years..."

The rest of the words were not yet spoken, leaving only a sigh lingering in the air forever.

……

A few years ago, someone asked Yuan Jin.

"Your life is coming to an end, why are you looking for someone to buy your life?"

Yuan Jin sat on his stall, basking in the sun.

"I don't buy my life, I don't sell my conscience. Flowers bloom and fall, that's life."

"What if someone secretly takes someone else's immortal bone for their own use?"

Yuan Jin looked at him and said, "Then he is wrong, and the way of heaven is also wrong."

"How can the way of heaven be wrong?"

"Yes, the way of heaven is never wrong. The wrong ones are those who take advantage of loopholes and try to take shortcuts."

"There's really nothing we can do about it."

"No, there is a way."

"any solution?"

"Become a new rule to fill the gaps in the Way of Heaven."