Chapter 128: Anger and Resentment
As soon as he heard the scream, Yu Nianzhen knew what he would see when he turned around.
However, he was still surprised, and his heart fell to the soles of his feet.
"No..." He said in a low voice and rushed forward.
"Fellow Daoist Wang." Jiang Yue called, and Yu Nianzhen grabbed the other’s hand.
They both looked at Wang Xue’er and shock reverberated through their entire bodies.
Although they could see her unseeing eyes that were forever frozen in shock, they still couldn’t accept the sudden outcome.
’What happened?" Jiang Yue wondered.
Everything was just turning for the better.
Why had she suddenly died?
From the corner of his eye, Yu Nianzhen saw a black-robed cultivator running away from the corpse.
"It’s him." He said and stood up from his previous crouch.
His voice was filled with anger, and his body reflexively moved toward the black-robed cultivator.
"Let’s go." Jiang Yue was also angry.
Even without touching Wang Xue’er, he could tell there was no hope.
Her face was deathly pale, and all breath had left her body.
The person who was alive a moment before was no longer alive, and it made the two extremely angry.
This was not only because they got along well, but because she was the disciple of master Yang’s fiancée.
As Yang Xu’s disciple, Yu Nianzhen didn’t know how to explain this situation to his master.
He knew there were losses in war, but he hadn’t expected Wang Xue’er to fall in this place.
"Brother Ke...." Jiang Yue called.
"Don’t worry, I will take care of her." The monk looked solemn but wasn’t as affected as the two.
After all, he hadn’t known the young woman for long and didn’t have the additional layer of relationship like they did.
"We can’t let him escape." Yu Nianzhen said and pulled Jiang Yue.
The killer wore a black mask, and he worried they would lose him if they allowed him to blend with other Death Flower Ascension Front members.
After they made sure Xuan Ke would take care of Wang Xue’er’s body, the two followed the culprit.
The person must have noticed their approach because he didn’t stop moving.
He ran around and tried to drag them into random fights, but the two didn’t give up.
No matter what methods he used, they still kept up with him.
In their minds, they had failed to keep the young woman alive.
Now that she was gone, the only explanation they could give to master Yang and his betrothed was the killer’s head on a platter.
"Azhen, we will not let him escape." Jiang Yue said.
Yu Nianzhen squeezed his hand in answer.
After what happened, he still had a lingering fear.
Although Wang Xue’er was the one killed, it could easily have been himself or Jiang Yue.
With this fear in his heart, the only way to calm down was by holding the other’s hand to reassure himself that Jiang Yue was still alive.
’This must never happen again.’ His eyes narrowed, and a chilling look fell on the enemy’s back.
At this time, Yu Nianzhen wielded his sword and swung forth.
Although there were three metres between them and the killer, the sword light that flew out felt alive.
It soared the distance and landed on the person’s back.
As soon as the sword light penetrated the person’s body, he felt like his body was doused in ice water.
He wanted to move his feet but could no longer move.
"Who..." He began, but couldn’t finish his words.
Light went out of his eyes, and the eyes behind the mask widened to resemble Wang Xue’er’s.
Everything happened within a breath and when the two reached the person, the body had already fallen to the ground.
Jiang Yue removed the black mask from the person’s face and revealed a beautiful female face.
"A woman..." He said.
This wasn’t the first female enemy he came across, but he was still surprised.
"She should also be from the Ice Palace." Yu Nianzhen said.
"You are right."
Although it was faint, they could both feel a cold breath from the woman’s body.
This breath was quite similar to Wang Xue’er, which made them suspect that the person also practised an ice-related technique.
"Let’s take her back for the time being."
Without waiting for Jiang Yue’s answer, Yu Nianzhen collected the body into a storage bag and dragged the other back.
When they arrived, Xuan Ke had also collected Wang Xue’er’s body into a storage bag.
He handed the storage bag to Yu Nianzhen and sighed solemnly.
"Life is an unending river. Her life will continue in another form."
Yu Nianzhen didn’t comment on the monk’s analysis.
He just took the storage bag and stored it in his storage ring.
Although he had avenged Wang Xue’er’s death, Yu Nianzhen didn’t feel better.
He knew everyone had their own fate, and it was impossible to guard the young woman without omissions.
However, he still felt like he had failed his master.
Jiang Yue understood his feelings because he was also feeling the same.
In this situation where the disciple of master Yang’s betrothed had been killed in their presence, they felt like they should have done more to protect her.
"XiaoYue..." Yu Nianzhen started, but Jiang Yue did not let him finish.
"I know."
Now that Wang Xue’er was dead, they needed to kill as many enemies as they could and send them to accompany her.
Since they couldn’t protect her, they should at least send servants to accompany her to the underworld and her next life.
After that, two people turned into demons.
They even forgot about the medicine field and turned all their focus to eliminating all enemies that entered their eyes.
When he saw this, Xuan Ke could only sigh and then turned his attention to the medicine field.
As soon as the formation broke, a group of cultivators rushed to grab herbs.
However, they seemed to be possessed as soon as they entered the empty field.
Their eyes turned red, and they began to attack each other.
It didn’t matter whether they were originally on the same side or enemies, the end result was the same.
After the first group slaughtered each other, the second group also went the same way, and no one dared to enter the field after that.
"What is going on here?" Xuan Ke wondered as he observed the situation.
"Are the herbs under illusion or something?"
He couldn’t understand why the purple crystal herb and the spirit rank herbs they saw before had disappeared.
From beside him, Li Futian gasped as a realisation came to him, "memory..."
"Memory?"
Xuan Ke heard the muttered word, but didn’t understand.
"The purple crystal herb and other herbs used to exist in this place a long time ago. Everything we saw is a memory of the medicine field."
Xuan Ke was confused when he heard this.
No matter what, they had smelled the ripe herb and encountered the formation, how could everything be a memory?
"How can it be a memory? How about those people?"
The monk pointed at the dead bodies on the ground.
Li Futian looked at the bodies and frowned.
When a herb turned ten thousand, it would automatically gain spirituality.
Depending on the herb’s development, the spirituality may have characteristics similar to a person’s personality.
In this case, Li Futian suspected that at its time, the purple crystal herb had gained spirituality.
Unfortunately, it and the other herbs in the medicine field had still been picked.
At that time, the herb should have harboured resentment, and a trace of that resentment remained in the medicine field.
Over time, the resentment had grown and affected the medicine field and the formation surrounding it.
Every time the secret realm opened, the resentment conjured a memory of when the herbs had yet to be picked and killed everyone who broke the formation to pick the herbs.
Xuan Ke was flabbergasted when he heard Li Futian’s explanation.
He had heard of strange things in the land of the fallen and other forbidden areas in the Cangxing world, but this was the thousand herbs garden!
Such strange and dangerous things shouldn’t exist in this place.
"I am also surprised that something like this is here." Li Futian said and then narrowed his eyes.
More importantly, he was surprised that Bei Chengling seemed to know what he would find when he broke the formation.
This was the only way to explain his actions right after he broke the formation.
However, others from the Death Flower Ascension Front didn’t seem to know, and several had fallen victim to the resentment.
’What is Bei Chengling up to?’ He wondered.
Li Futian looked around and saw Bei Chengling standing several hundred metres away from the medicine field.
He was talking to a black masked person, and the two were having a heated argument.
"Let’s get him." Xuan Ke said from beside Li Futian.
Without another word, the monk rushed toward Bei Chengling.
