Chapter 1617 - 180: Parting Hatred (Part 2)

Chapter 1617: Chapter 180: Parting Hatred (Part 2)

Ning State.

At Luoyu Mountain, a large tent at the foot of a mountain lit by lamps suddenly resounded with a heavy, furious slamming sound.

"This is outrageous!"

"This is outrageous!!"

Nalan Xuance abruptly stood up, his complexion pale, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The desk covered in white paper was now splattered with bright red stains.

"Master—"

This strange sound undoubtedly attracted attention. Nalan Qiutong hurried into the tent, quickly stepping forward to help.

"Get out!"

Nalan Xuance, with a gloomy expression, flicked his sleeve and forcefully pushed Nalan Qiutong aside.

The latter stumbled and fell to the ground, looking aggrieved.

Two years have passed.

Nalan Qiutong has reached the Ninth Realm of Yin God.

Considering her age.

This is quite an extraordinary achievement.

During the Heavenly Pride List of that year, she overshadowed numerous young talents from Chu Country and claimed the top spot. Now, in terms of cultivation realm, she remains firmly in the top three of her generation... With such a pace of cultivation, achieving Condensing Dao Yang God in the future is no problem. She is undoubtedly the next inheritor of Xuanwei Island.

However.

In these two years...

Perhaps due to the tense war, or perhaps for other reasons, her master’s attitude towards her changed dramatically. Nalan Qiutong never understood; for so many years she had been dearly loved by her master, and as a child, regardless of her mistakes, she was never punished.

But over the past two years, even if she didn’t make mistakes, she was frequently scolded.

Now... even entering the tent to offer support was met with disdain.

"Didn’t I tell you earlier to stay outside the camp?"

Nalan Xuance’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse and icy.

Slam!

"Master..."

Nalan Qiutong’s voice trembled, not knowing how to explain.

She looked at him with fear.

Only to see Nalan Xuance leaning forward, creating an overwhelming sense of pressure, with his hands pressing heavily on the desk, leaving two enormous blood handprints on the white paper. His frenzied state was far removed from the calm and composed manner he had once shown.

These past years.

The master seemed to have turned into a completely different person.

"...Leave."

After their eyes met, Nalan Xuance managed to suppress his rage but still spoke coldly, uttering just two words.

Nalan Qiutong bit her lip and left, looking aggrieved.

Clatter!

As soon as she left, numerous talismans fluttered within the tent, forming a small formation.

The talisman formation solidified.

Confirming that this space was completely cut off from the outside world.

Nalan Xuance quickly sat cross-legged, gritting his teeth and silently chanting the Xuanwei Technique. Black Evil Qi began spilling from the top of his head, forming a Cloud Sea that churned continuously... After tens of breaths, Nalan Xuance forcibly expelled a large mass of Black Evil from his body.

"Sizzle!"

That mass of Black Evil slowly descended, taking shape in front of Nalan Xuance, becoming a figure identical to him, cloaked in gray robes, with gray hair at the temples. However, when it opened its eyes, they were completely black, like the Abyss Sea.

The eye sockets were entirely black, with no hint of whites.

It looked incredibly sinister.

"The Yang God Realm Armor Puppet was slain; that must have really hurt your heart and blood, right?"

The Black Evil spoke up.

Its voice was identical to Nalan Xuance, with just a hint of regret, speaking earnestly: "Why force me out? Let’s heal together... Wouldn’t that be better?"

"..."

Nalan Xuance remained silent.

He just stared at the Black Evil before him.

This was the reason for his earlier rage, demanding Nalan Qiutong leave the tent. The existence of the Black Evil was known only to him, not even his closest disciple, nor the Crown Prince... no one else.

"Xie Xuanyi is coming to kill you."

The Black Evil sighed and said: "You shouldn’t have refused me. You will really die."

"Death..."

Nalan Xuance chuckled self-mockingly.

He rolled up his sleeves, calmly gazing at his wrist. Black lines slithered like small snakes beneath the skin; all magic in this world came with a cost. The Xuanwei Technique may allow him to "control strings," but it demanded a price. The divine power technique he performed severely damaged his flesh; the armored puppet not only shared his Divine Sea but also shared his five senses.

That slash from Xie Xuanyi.

Though Nalan Xuance was thousands of miles away, he still felt the pain of being "torn asunder."

The so-called death.

He had actually experienced it countless times.

He knew.

As long as he fused with the Black Evil... these injuries would quickly heal, and the excruciating pain would instantly subside.

However.

The current pain granted him a clarity he hadn’t felt for several years.

"Sigh."

Nalan Xuance lowered his head, his thoughts drifting back to a distant past.

...

...

The heritage of Xuanwei Island can be traced back a thousand years.

Like Wangyou Island.

It’s a small island isolated offshore.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, Xuanwei Island was meant to remain detached, avoiding disputes and not meddling in worldly affairs.

Due to the turbulent Dragon Vein, chaotic Qi Fortune, the Li Country’s Monarch set sail and personally visited the island, inviting Nalan Xuance... Thus the curtain influencing the fate of millions was lifted, and Nalan Xuance brought the fully matured Xuanwei Technique to the Da Li Dynasty, embarking on his ideals and ambitions. Initially, everything went smoothly; he helped Li Kingdom restore its national fortune and briefly rivaled Great Chu, establishing Fangyuan Square and drafting the Peace Treaty.

It was unclear when it began.

Things started to happen one after another... no longer aligning with his desires.

He advised thrice, urging the King to establish a Crown Prince and leave a decree, but was repeatedly rejected.

He visited Fan Yin Temple four times, seeking discussions with the Zen Master, but was denied each time.

He remained the sole advisor second only to the King, yet many matters were beyond his control, and he lacked the authority to decide...

Unless.

He supported a new ruler.

This was the beginning of everything; a person’s life is often lived for an obsession.

For this obsession.

Nalan Xuance began assassinating the Ninth Prince, started eradication, and Destroyed Buddha.

He embarked on these endless struggles... one after another.

And entered a painful descent, akin to falling into Hell.

Two years ago.

At the lowest point of the Qian State’s camp, Nalan Xuance was ambushed by Miao Zhen and Hidden Cicada and was seriously injured. He returned alone to Xuanwei Island.

He went to the forbidden area strictly prohibited by the ancestors, with the initial intent to try his luck and see if he could obtain the millennia-old true heritage of Xuanwei.

The forbidden area was empty.

There was only a vacant stele, with no true heritage of Xuanwei.

However...

He gained an opportunity that could overturn his fate.

Deep within Xuanwei Island’s forbidden zone, he discovered the Black Evil. By opening his Heart Lake for fusion, he could recover from all injuries within a few breaths.

Thus.

He could ignore the burdens brought by the Xuanwei Technique to his body, recklessly manipulate the Armored Puppet.