Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation - Chapter 349: Qiu Siruo
Drip.
The crevices between the dark green stone bricks were saturated with a deep crimson blood.
A small pool of blood had formed on the ground, reflecting a hand hanging limply, droplets of blood falling from the fingertips and creating ripples upon the scarlet surface.
Silence.
The interior of the North Pass Sect was far quieter than one could imagine at this moment.
A row of North Pass Sect disciples stood expressionless, their eyes vacant, in the center of a courtyard.
Beside them was a small mountain of piled corpses.
The disciple standing at the very front raised the sword he held in his hand.
This sword was precisely the personal weapon of that tall North Pass Sect disciple, Lü Han.
And now, over a hundred North Pass Sect disciples had died by this very blade.
The disciple at the front placed the edge of the sword against his own neck.
“Please, Pure Dust True Person, ascend to immortality!”
Such words issued from his throat.
The blade slid across his neck, blood gushed forth, and another corpse crumpled to the ground.
Two North Pass Sect disciples, their daoist robes already completely stained a deep red with blood, stepped forward from the side. They lifted the body of the disciple who had just died and tossed it onto the pile of corpses nearby.
“…”
Inside the room, Si Youyou sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes lightly closed.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged madly toward the direction of her qi sea. Under the enhancement of her cultivation method, her originally fair skin actually took on a nearly transparent, glazed-jade hue.
As the disciple’s loud shout outside, followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground, reached her ears, Si Youyou’s long, curved eyelashes trembled slightly.
One hundred and fifty-seven.
The one who had just “committed suicide” outside was the one hundred and fifty-seventh North Pass Sect disciple.
It had been exactly three days since she first stepped through the North Pass Sect’s mountain gate this time.
Her cultivation had already been elevated from the mid-stage Qi Sea Realm to the peak Qi Sea Realm.
Youyou had begun to realize that her thoughts seemed to be growing clearer and clearer, and her perception of the flow of spiritual energy and true qi was gradually strengthening.
She knew the distance between herself and the Passable God Realm was growing ever smaller.
Once she truly broke through to the Passable God Realm, perhaps… she would no longer be Si Youyou.
She settled her mind and continued to concentrate on circulating the Pure Dust Glazed Art.
Images of Heavenly Summit Mountain flashed through her mind.
Not the Heavenly Summit Mountain of now, but the scene of its former prosperity and glory.
Thousands of Myriad Transformations Realm cultivators, all clad in moon-white daoist robes, standing in neat rows within the Daoyan Arena of Heavenly Summit Mountain, respectfully bowing in salute toward her descending form.
No… they weren’t bowing to her… but to another person, cold and aloof.
Qiu Siruo.
Si Youyou’s eyes snapped open, and the spiritual energy gathering toward her from the world instantly scattered.
Panic surged within her heart.
I don’t want to disappear. I don’t want to become another person.
During these three days, Si Youyou had repeated this to herself in her heart more than once.
If she just stopped, if she gave up on breaking through to the Passable God Realm, then that wouldn’t happen.
Why was it like this?
Si Youyou could never be Qiu Siruo. Si Youyou could only be a part of Qiu Siruo, just an insignificant dream of Qiu Siruo’s.
Returning to the Ascending to Immortality realm meant Si Youyou would completely lose her current self.
She didn’t want this.
But…
“Please, Pure Dust True Person, ascend to immortality!”
Once again, the loud shout of a North Pass Sect disciple came from outside the room.
One hundred and fifty-eight.
Among the over one hundred North Pass Sect disciples who had already died, there were people Si Youyou knew, and people she didn’t.
If she let things continue unchecked, it meant the entire North Pass Sect, every single person, would die because of her.
These hundred-plus people had all died for her.
“Please, Pure Dust True Person, ascend to immortality!”
This time, the voice that came from outside the room was somewhat aged and hoarse.
Youyou’s eyes flew wide open. This voice was all too familiar to her.
Supervisor Fang.
This Qi Sea Realm cultivator had been one of the earliest immortal cultivators to join the North Pass Sect. He was rigid, pedantic, and taciturn.
But he had been very good to Youyou.
Originally, Supervisor Fang had been the head of an immortal cultivation family in a city six hundred *li* from the Beiguang River Ferry, with peak Energy Channeling cultivation.
Later, his eldest son had racked up a gambling debt of over a hundred high-grade spirit stones. The creditors came to his door and confiscated his family’s assets.
How could a small immortal cultivation family, whose highest combat power was only at the peak Energy Channeling stage, possibly come up with a hundred high-grade spirit stones?
So the creditors and their men took everything in the Fang Family that was worth any spirit stones, gold, or silver. They chopped off the hands of Supervisor Fang’s eldest son and even smashed his young granddaughter to death.
After that, a heartbroken Supervisor Fang left the Fang Family and became a rogue cultivator, active around the Beiguang River Ferry.
By a stroke of fortune, he obtained a fragment of a superior cultivation method. He first broke through to the Martial Spring Realm, and then through subsequent cultivation and tempering, successfully advanced to the Qi Sea Realm.
After that, Si Chen established the North Pass Sect, and Supervisor Fang, as a former expert of the Beiguang River Ferry area, was recruited by Si Chen.
Within the North Pass Sect, aside from Si Chen, Supervisor Fang was the person who treated Youyou the best.
He truly treated Youyou as his own granddaughter, doting on her.
But…
Si Youyou heard the sound of a blade cutting through flesh and muscle, and the heavy thud of something hitting the ground from outside.
She knew, she understood all too clearly, what had just happened outside.
Big Silly Guy was dead.
Supervisor Fang was dead.
People she knew were dying, one after another.
The sixteen-year-old girl sat cross-legged on the floor, her gaze dim.
Pain.
So much pain.
Youyou understood clearly that this pain, born from dear friends and family dying because of her, would accompany her for the rest of her life.
There was only one way to resolve this pain.
Ascending to Immortality.
If she were that cold, aloof person…
Perhaps, she wouldn’t feel this pain anymore?
…
Two North Pass Sect disciples, their daoist robes stained with blood, dragged the body of the one who had just “committed suicide” before them and added it to the pile of corpses nearby.
Another North Pass Sect disciple stepped forward, picked up the sword from the ground, then stood up straight with an empty, vacant expression, placing the blade against his own neck.
At that moment, the door to the room slowly opened.
The bloodstains on the moon-white daoist robes had completely dried. The young girl stepped out from the room and stood in the courtyard.
Her gaze swept over the pile of corpses to the side.
She glanced at the body of the old man lying on top of the heap.
Then, with utter indifference, she shifted her gaze away.
“This junior, Xiao Bo’an, pays his respects to the Pure Dust True Person!”
At some point, the young man clad in Mirage Palace daoist robes had suddenly appeared in the courtyard. He bowed respectfully in the girl’s direction.
The girl’s gaze fell upon Xiao Bo’an.
Silence.
After about the time it took for two breaths, the girl’s gaze shifted away from Xiao Bo’an again, and she spoke in a faint tone:
“You have merit.”
“Many thanks, True Person…”
“However.”
Before Xiao Bo’an could finish his sentence, he was immediately interrupted by the girl’s voice, which carried a trace of aloofness and chill.
“Did I not say I would kill you?”
Si Youyou, or rather, Qiu Siruo, spoke thus.
