Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

So, that nightmare I told you when I was a kid. Feng Juyan's throat became hoarse and he paused for a long time before continuing, Is it a dream or reality?

She often had the same nightmare when she was little.

I dreamed that I was lying in a dark place, like an empty room or bed surrounded by walls. There was always someone whose face was covered in blood and couldn't see clearly, trying to pull her away, trying to push her away.

Those hands almost grabbed her flesh and blood, and the pain made her cry loudly in her sleep. But the bloody man cried even more pitifully than she did. The cry made people scared and sad, and they would beat their chests and beat their feet anxiously when they were pulled.

For her back then, it was a hysterical madman and a nightmare that she could not get rid of when she was young.

She often woke up in the middle of the night. She refused to admit that she was scared, and she did not dare to continue sleeping. So she ran to sit at the door of the courtyard, where she could see the night watchmen passing by with lanterns outside.

The big disciples asked her why she didn't sleep.

She folded a small branch, pretended to make gestures with small movements, and said: I practice swordsmanship, sir, I will check it tomorrow.

Almost everyone was fooled by her. Even after ten or a hundred years, there were always rumors circulating in the Feng family that she was a talented person when she was young and was still diligent in studying.

Only Feng Fei is...

Only this brother would come over to her and ask her, Ayan, can't you sleep, when she was sitting on the threshold with her chin propped up, gesturing at branches and pretending to practice sword practice?

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She didn't admit it at first.

Later, there was a time when I couldn't calm down no matter what, and I was sitting on the doorstep still crying, so I told Feng Fei about the scene in the dream.

Those were the few tears she shed in her hundred years of life.

With her red eyes open and a thick nasal voice, she told her closest brother: how the bloody man in the dream pushed and pulled her, how he made her bed covered in blood and still followed her, how he cried and drove her away. She would kowtow to beg her at one moment, and yell and scold her at the other. No matter which corner she moved to or which direction she turned, she could never escape.

After hearing this, Feng Fei patted her head gently, sat with her on the threshold, and watched the moon in Mengdu City all night long.

In the end, she grabbed a branch and leaned against the door, falling asleep just before dawn. Before closing his eyes, he muttered aggrievedly: Why does that person always have to chase me away...

Now that I think about it, it's not an evil spirit chasing her away.

She is clearly the evil spirit that occupies the dove's nest.

She looked at Feng Feishi, recalling the childhood nightmare that she had not recalled in the past hundred years, and her words were like knives: When our two bodies were occupied, did you tear them apart like that?

Are those two souls who were supposed to be alive crying, shouting, and cursing like that?

Are you beating your chest and feet like that, begging in such a hurry, or even kneeling down and kowtow?

She originally thought that she could not remember the details of the dream, but she didn't expect that now that she was pressing her every word, she could still remember them vividly.

So much so that she could hardly tell whether it was a dream or whether she had actually seen it.

Ayan... Feng Fei called her, not knowing if he wanted to interrupt her or to comfort her.

But Feng Juyan refused to give up.

She is always like this, everything cannot be clear, and she always wants to find out clearly: I just ask you, is it like that?

Is it as painful as in the dream?

Feng Fei fell silent.

In fact, he could deny it, he could make up a lie, saying that he didn't remember it at all, or that the two bodies were born without owners.

But he knew this sister's nature, and by the time he asked the question, it was already irreversible.

In the end, he could only look at the other person and whispered: Ayan, but you have done many good deeds.

You have done many, many good deeds, saved many people, eliminated many evil demons, accepted many disciples, and handed out many swords. You - he paused, and his voice suddenly became hoarse, ... hate evil as much as you hate it.

Feng Juyan listened and smiled after a while.

She truly hated evil and never flinched from every major event in the world, whether it was the rampage of evil spirits or the collapse of the Canglang Northern Territory, whether she could stop it or not, she would always stand at the forefront holding that sword.

She once felt that hatred of evil as much as hatred was the best comment in the world, much better than being blessed with talents or being gifted.

Because the latter is natural, but hatred of evil was something she developed step by step and was her own choice.

As we all know, she is not a gentle and kind person. She has a fierce and hard temper. She will follow a path until dark and never look back.

…

She hates evil and will never look back.

At that moment, Feng Juyan relaxed his frown.

She looked around, her eyes sweeping over the thousands of wounded and bloody disciples, the mess all over the city after the fierce battle, and the black mist of evil spirits that had been temporarily blocked but would still be overwhelming.

Finally, she looked in the direction of Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan and moved her lips.

She said: How to cut off the source of evil?

Isn't it enough to sacrifice your life?

Her voice was too low and too soft to be heard clearly. By the time Wu Xingxue reacted to the words Sacrifice yourself, the girl with a temperament like a knife had instantly formed a white whirlpool barrier.

She suddenly moved closer to her brother, her hands filled with the most murderous sword energy.

In fact, at that moment, she planned to kill Feng Feishi first and then kill herself. But when the sword energy fell, she still changed the direction.

So, at that moment, Feng Fei felt that his eyes were covered.

He heard the little girl who had grown up with him call him brother which he had not called for a long time, and said: Thank you for accompanying me to watch the moon in Mengdu City for more than ten years.

but……

You know, I can't tolerate a grain of sand in my eyes.

She hates evil as much as she wants, and wants to seize the hundred years of life she has had, even if she doesn't want them.

***

Feng Fei heard the sound of his soul being hit hard by the sword energy. The vibration was synchronized with his heartbeat, and he was hit hard.

His mind went blank, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Ayan...

Ayan?!

He shouted, but there was no answer.

When the shield in front of his eyes was removed, Feng Feisheng even forgot that he was from an immortal family and knew the magic of the immortal family. Instead, he instinctively stretched out his hand to support the person in front of him.

But all he saw was that the girl who was born to be strong closed her eyes and fell down lifelessly, like a withered flower on a branch. Unable to hold himself up, he staggered and collapsed together with her.

It is said that the elders of the Feng family were elegant and decent. Even though they were physically ill and often looked sick, they never lost their appearance in front of others. But now, he knelt down on the ground in embarrassment, showing no grace at all.

He hurriedly tried to retrieve the scattered souls, but in vain. He only vaguely heard Feng Juyan's last voice at the last moment: What about you?

I hate evil so much that I can't tolerate even a grain of sand in my eyes...

And you?

Feng Feishi's movements suddenly stopped.

Me?

It seems that I am no longer qualified to say hate evil as much as hatred.

From the day he took his sister's soul and took possession of these two bodies, he was no longer qualified to say hate evil as much as hatred in his life.

Because he would always remember how the souls that were supposed to survive in those two bodies howled that day. Just like the nightmare Feng Juyan described, those two strange and miserable little souls tore, cried, and struggled.

But he wanted to live desperately at that time.

He wants to live, he wants to grow up, and he wants to realize all his unfulfilled ambitions - what he and his sister often said when they were young, to slay demons and restore a clear world.

He also wanted to see his sister grow up. She had talent and strength that were rare in the world. It would be a pity to leave her like that. She was the little girl who grew up with him, and he couldn't bear to part with her.

Because he was unwilling to give up, he took his sister to survive in this world with an unprecedented ferocity.

But those two unlucky creatures died because of him and disappeared.

He thought that as long as he survived, he could flex his muscles and do everything he wanted to do. He will be happy.

But in fact, he was never truly happy again.

Feng Juyan often had nightmares, but Feng Fei also had them every day. Later, Feng Juyan stopped dreaming and was no longer troubled, but he remained the same.

The words he said to Feng Juyan before were actually said to himself——

In the past hundred years, he has done many good deeds, and he has accepted countless orphans and orphans under his disciples. He had no interest in swordsmanship and focused on elixirs and charms. He often came and went with Wusheng, a doctor from the Hua family, and made many life-saving elixirs.

He spent most of his life doing the same thing - atonement.

But the longer one lives, the longer this sin actually lasts, because life itself is stolen by him. By the end, he couldn't tell whether he was good or evil.

He has been trapped in this problem for more than a hundred years and does not know how to escape.

Until this moment...

***

Those demons and filth that had been temporarily swept aside by Xiao Fuxuan and Wu Xingxue made a comeback at that moment.

Perhaps it was because Feng Juyan had destroyed his soul that the bridge was half broken and on the verge of collapse. And the other half started to loosen up a bit.

Then everything went crazy.

Look over there - Someone screamed in surprise.

Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan turned their heads following the sound, and saw the evil spirit's breath sweeping towards the sky like black clouds pressing over the city. It was as if all the evil and demonic things in the world had gathered at this moment.

But they know very well that this is not really the whole story.

There are so many towns and villages in the world. In addition to Mengdu, there are hundreds of them, large and small. As Wu Xingxue said before, if they kill this wave, there will be another wave. If you can stop it here, there are other places to protect the present and tomorrow.

Xiao Fuxuan, when the black cloud came quickly and was about to swallow up the sky and the earth, he drew his long sword and faced it boldly. The sword energy drawn out was like a rainbow penetrating the sky.

As the two sides collided, the entire Mengdu City and even the surrounding mountains, rivers and lakes were rippling.

The cold wind whipped around Wu Xingxue's fingers, and frost and stars flew.

Unexpected energy flows out continuously, as if there is no bottom.

He moved and instantly dissipated like snow mist.

But he did not go with Xiao Fuxuan to block the evil spirit. Instead, when Xiao Fuxuan was not paying attention, he turned around and went to the other side——

He used the most ferocious killing move, the most surging energy, and the coldest frost. Thin and pale fingers probed towards Feng Feishi's vital gate.

This was a scene he had experienced thousands of times when he was the Spirit King - clearing away those messy lines and watching those good or evil people die in his hands.

He had avoided it for three hundred years, but he still couldn't avoid it today.

.

He still wanted to kill someone, or watch someone die in his hands.

Feng Fei was born with a weak constitution and his upper limit was limited. Wu Xingxue used the fastest and most powerful move again, and he was actually unstoppable.

But at the moment when he touched Feng Fei's Ming Gate, Wu Xingxue still hesitated for a moment.

He had a moment of regret and hesitation.

Feng Feishi raised his head at that moment, but he did not struggle or make any move to resist. Instead, he asked a question. That was the prison he had been trapped in for hundreds of years.

He said: You hesitate, does it mean... that I am still a good person?

Wu Xingxue said: You are a bad person in the eyes of those who have harmed you, but a good person in the eyes of those who have saved you.

I am the one who killed you. I am neither of the two. I have no right to judge. But you...can hate me.

As soon as the words fell, the wind and snow fell silent.

He was no longer the Spiritual King, and he did not wear a silver mask, which could not hide the sadness and joy on his face. His image would be reflected in the eyes of the person he killed, and he would watch that shadow slowly dim along with the life in the eyes.

He has experienced it countless times and still feels that it was the loneliest moment in the world.

But this time, when that moment happened, another shadow fell in. Xiao Fuxuan's low and deep voice followed Xue Mo.

He said: Don't hate him.