Chapter 74: The Butterfly of Revenge

Song Qingshi frantically devoted himself to the study of the Black Death Butterfly. Every day, he would busy himself until late at night before returning to his room to sleep and even then he would only sleep for two to four hours.?Yue Wuhuan was terribly worried about the pain of his injured Nascent Soul. He temporarily set aside all other matters, and concentrated on completing the tasks entrusted to him. He was constantly making Poison Puppets and various poisons, and making all sorts of arrangements for when he goes into closed door cultivation.

The two of them extremely busy bustling about for many days.

Yue Wuhuan finally received the Lingyin Biyue clothes that were urgently remodeled by Heaven Craft Pavilion and sent it to Song Qingshi.

This high-level vestment cost a full 1.8 million high-grade spirit stones. It was made of gold silk interwoven with Moon Spider threads. It was both fire and waterproof, impervious to sword or spear, with stealth functions, and with many added magic weapons and defensive arrays.?The vestments themselves were also very beautiful, with gold silk faintly roving about amongst the ice-colored silk. It had no drawbacks save for its expensive cost.

Song Qingshi immediately put on his vestments and familiarized himself with the various functions. He was extremely satisfied.

He had already placed the Poison Puppets and Black Death Butterflies that Yue Wuhuan made into the mustard seed bag. After hesitating for a long time, he asked, “What’s been going on in the Western Forest?”

During this time, in order to avoid stimulating Yue Wuhuan’s emotions, he had deliberately avoided asking about the outside world.?But there were some things that everyone was well aware of and needed to be faced.?Yue Wuhuan wounded An Long, and revealed the true face of the half-demon. They had to be on alert to the reaction of the Myriad Gu Sect, that bunch of lunatics.

Yue Wuhuan said, “An Long’s identity as a half-demon was exposed, and he has not returned to the Western Forest for a long time. The Myriad Gu Sect dismissed his position as the Sect Master and fell into chaos. The elders divided into several factions and are fighting against each other.”

When An Long left, he couldn’t control the half-demon blood in his body, and his true identity leaked out.

The cultivation world was furious at this and issued an order to hunt down and kill him. However, no one has managed to find his whereabouts.

Yue Wuhuan couldn’t rest assured. While hiding it from Song Qingshi, he anonymously issued a million worth bounty to Night Rain Pavilion as well as to various assassin organizations, seeking out masters from all sides to take An Long’s life.

An Long has fallen from being a Nascent Soul ancestor set up on high to a?dog in the water?who everyone shouted at and beat. He couldn’t mobilize the power and resources of the Western Forest, and the threat he posed to the Medicine King’s Valley was greatly reduced. Even if he were still alive, he had rearranged the Poisonous Fog Formation and the mechanisms. Coupled with the Song Qingshi’s Underworld Fire, they had everything in place to prevent an invasion.? And no matter how bad it gets, there would be a safe way to secretly escape.

Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, then said, “The Western Forest is too chaotic right now. The latest intelligence has been cut off.”

Song Qingshi immediately asked, “When did it break?”

Yue Wuhuan said, “Eight days ago.”

Song Qingshi paused when he heard this. And then he smiled, as if nothing happened, “Pay close attention to any intelligence that comes through. I’ll continue my research in the laboratory.”

Yue Wuhuan looked at his back, feeling vaguely uneasy.

..

Lightning appeared in the sky and thunder roared furiously. Heavy rain was about to pour down.

Song Qingshi made the last petri dish, and walked to the window. He looked at the gloomy and gray skies. He stretched out his palm, and a little golden light appeared. This was the Golden Light of Merit produced when the picture scroll was torn to shreds. Although the amount was very small, it had very agreeably fused together with his soul. It was like a part of his body. Not only did it allow him to see the Phoenix, but it also secretly?allowed him to peep into a piece of the mystery known only to Heaven.

Scientists need reason. They need evidence.

He has been thinking for many days, and some things were still questionable — such as the true identity of the Grand Master, the mysterious mission of the system, the significance of the truth behind the this mystery known only to Heaven, and the ending..

What he was certain of was that Yue Wuhuan was the Phoenix in the dream. The coincidences that happened to him were not real coincidences.?For some unknown reason, the Heavens detested him, but could not directly give him death. And so, they modified the difficulty of his Lightning Tribulation. They constantly played with his fate, destroying his happiness; making him like that phoenix kite, tainting his feathers, rendering him unable to spread his wings. Step by step, they drop him into despair, turning him into a lunatic, until he himself begins to walk on the road to destruction.

Time was pressing. Every day, he could feel that an unknown crisis was approaching.

He couldn’t speak of it. Otherwise, he would be detected by Heaven, and be forcibly wiped out. The trajectory of his fate would be modified to let tragedy come early.

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The hideous half-demon crawled through the pile of corpses. He was covered head to foot with black scales. The barbs on his back were stained with blood, and the long scorpion tail frantically tore the tattered corpses on the ground. He had no reason, no emotion. Only in killing could he relieve the yearning and pain in his heart.?He was panting, hissing, struggling frantically. After everything was destroyed, the blood in one of his eyes gradually faded. He regained a bit of human rationality. Realizing what terrible things he had done, he wanted to resist, but as always, the voice in his head emerged, dragging him deeper into the spiral of massacre.

“The Heart of his Heartless Dao has been destroyed.”

“He is about to be his Daoist companion.”

“The heart you couldn’t obtain, the person you couldn’t obtain, all belong to someone else.”

“Position, dignity, feelings..you have nothing left.”

“Destroy. Destroy everything that brings you pain.”

“..”

“Shut up, the Way of the Heartless will not be destroyed,” An Long clutched his head madly, trying to get the voice out of his head. “You’re not my hallucination. These things you said.. I don’t even know! I don’t want to know!” This nightmare-like voice was like a bone gangrene. Every day, it would describe to him in detail what was happening in the Medicine King’s Valley, speaking of a couple’s affection that he didn’t want to listen to, instigating bloodthirsty desires. Each incident pained him, made him suffer. His mind was becoming more and more confused. He was getting more and more insane.

The feelings of massacre and destruction were became stronger and stronger. It eventually exceeded what the Emotion Locking Gu could bear and it was destroyed.

After the Gu died, it backlashed on his body.

The emotions that had been absorbed by the Emotion Locking Gu all rushed back, ferociously ripping open the only crack in his heart; tearing it wider and bigger, constantly stimulating the demon blood in his body, causing him to lose control and become not his own.?Everyone looked at his body with fear and disgust, calling him a “monster”. Being called such made him angrier and crazier. He was then dominated by the demon blood and he lost all human awareness.?When he woke up, his hands were stained with blood, and there was no one living remaining in front of him.

“I am not a monster.”

His body became more and more frightening. He was losing his cool-headed reason and the amount of time he remained clear-headed was getting shorter and shorter.?The weird voice that claimed to be Fate was continuously depriving him of human emotions, trying to reduce him to a monster, trying to make him fall into the dark world, trying to make him into a controlled chess piece.

He had nowhere to escape to..

“You don’t need pity, don’t need emotions. You were born to be a weapon for slaughter. The battlefield and blood are your favorites.”

“You know the only way to get rid of the pain.”

“Go. Kill them and destroy the root of your inner demon.”

“Go. This is your destiny.”

..

It was late at night, Yue Wuhuan was making Poison Puppets in his personal research room. He wanted to try to improve it, installing more killing mechanisms on it, turning the Poison Puppet into the most terrifying Puppet-type immortal weapon of the cultivation world, making the Medicine King’s Valley into a forbidden land that no one would dare to set foot in.?The more he pondered, the more amusing he found the idea. He kept being inspired..

Suddenly, the door of the research room opened.

Song Qingshi rushed in excitedly. “Wuhuan, I succeeded!”

Yue Wuhuan laughed and asked, “The Black Death Butterfly?”

Song Qingshi gave him the crystal box in his hand, inside it was lying quietly a red chrysalis, like a small flame, with a slight burning sensation.

The original Black Death Butterfly should be a black pupa.

Yue Wuhuan took the small tongue of flame from inside the crystal box and sighed, “It has become so beautiful.”

“When released, it will turn into a flame-like red butterfly. It can either indiscriminately release a lethal paralysis powder, or attack a marked creature. If you directly attack, it will injected all its poisons into the blood, controlling the nerves instantly and spreading it throughout the whole body. I am certain that the toxicity is eight times more potent than before. Based on the data, it should be effective against most of the Fen Shen cultivators. Unfortunately, we don’t have a test subject.” Song Qingshi smiled regretfully. “There’s no way to catch a Fen Shen cultivator and bring him back to test the poison.”

Yue Wuhuan laughed and said, “There will always be test subjects. I feel that it can no longer be called the Black Death Butterfly. It is better to change the name and distinguish it from the original one.”

“The name is?Nirvana,” Song Qingshi looked at him and quickly said, “It is a butterfly born from raging fire and pain. You can use it to kill those creatures that have hurt you, no matter what they are..”

“Nirvana?” Yue Wuhuan reflected repeatedly on this word, feeling that he really liked it. He hoped to use this butterfly of vengeance to burn those despicable and shameless beasts, “Destroy all to be reborn.”

Recently, he’s been trying to say all that is in his heart, judging whether those were pathological.?Fortunately, Song Qingshi approved or tolerated most of his thoughts, including his strong desire to control with regards to feelings. Even his craziness and appetite between the sheets were also regarded as normal interests, nothing abnormal.

This made the boulder weighing down on his heart lighter by a lot.

“Not everyone in this world deserves to die,” Song Qingshi had suggested to modify his notion of ??killing people. “I hope you can draw a line in your heart. You can set that standard by yourself, but after you set it, don’t just change it as you wish.”

Yue Wuhuan hadn’t been able to understand it very well.

Song Qingshi had then asked, “Does Qing Luan deserve to die? Should Ming Hong die? Should Nian Nian die? Should Yang Yuan Xianjun die? Should the?Lan girl who read that novel, die? Ye Lin Xianjun knows of the picture books, should he die?”

Yue Wuhuan became entangled. He felt that many people had something about them that sought death. He didn’t know if they should be killed or not. But Qingshi didn’t seem to like it, or maybe he couldn’t kill them?

Song Qingshi asked, “The Medicine King’s Valley studies all kinds of pills and medicines for healing. If you kill all the people, where would we apply all this research?”

“Qingshi is getting better and better at joking,” Yue Wuhuan couldn’t help laughing. “The way I see it, how could I possibly kill all the people in the world?”

Song Qingshi was very persistent, “Promise me. Even if you create a mountain of corpses and a sea of ??blood, you will leave room for leniency. Let the people who are not so damned, survive and change the world..”

For some reason, he didn’t finish the rest of his words.

Yue Wuhuan answered off-hand, “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

Song Qingshi had seemed very happy and he did a lot of happier things with him.

Now, looking at the red Nirvana Butterfly in his hand, Yue Wuhuan realized that Song Qingshi was serious. He agreed with his heart of slaughter. He wanted to kill those scoundrels and destroy all evil. His heart felt a little sweet.

It was a pity that these things couldn’t be rushed. First, they must wait for Song Qingshi’s Nascent Soul to be re-cultivated. He himself needed to break through the confinement of his meridians and form his Golden Core. They will then slowly plan, finding opportunities bit by bit, and get rid of those disgusting beasts.

Song Qingshi smiled and said, “This is the first Nirvana butterfly I’ve made. I hope it can protect you.. from all dangers.”

Yue Wuhuan asked, “What about you?”

Song Qingshi patted his beautiful vestments. “I have this.”

Suddenly, the Sound Transmission bird flew over and brought a letter from Ye Lin Xianjun. Song Qingshi opened the letter and glanced at it. His expression gradually turned serious. He handed the letter to Yue Wuhuan. “The Yellow Springs Epiphyllum is about to bloom. I need this medicinal ingredient. ”

The Medicine King’s Valley had a good reputation for long-term purchases of all kinds of medicinal ingredients. Whenever the Night Rain Pavilion has similar information, it would be sold directly to him.

The Yellow Springs Epiphyllum is a flower that blooms every fifty years. It only blooms in the Nether secret realm and withers after only two hours of blooming. It must be collected and refined on the spot to make medicinal materials.?However, the Nether secret realm has an enchantment, and only cultivators of Core Formation and above could enter. There were not many medicine refining cultivators at that level, so the risk of collecting this flower was not high.

Yue Wuhuan remembered that the pill refined using the Yellow Springs Epiphyllum would be of great help to Song Qingshi’s Nascent Soul injury. He should in favor of gathering this flower, but he couldn’t enter the Nether secret realm.. Thinking of how Song Qingshi could leave him, he felt anxious all over. He was always worried about losing this hard-won happiness.

Song Qingshi said calmly, “Wuhuan, I will be back.”

His voice was firm, bringing endless comfort.

Yue Wuhuan asked softly, “I want to lock you up, am I..pathological?”

Song Qingshi did not answer.

Yue Wuhuan understood. He closed his eyes, and controlled his breathing and emotions. “Go ahead.”

“Trust me,” Song Qingshi stood up on tiptoe, kissed his lips, and promised earnestly, “No matter what happens, I will come back. You have to wait for me, wait for me to come back and be Daoist companions with you.”

Yue Wuhuan nodded softly, “Okay.”

Song Qingshi urged, “Wuhuan, after I leave, you must continue to research. No matter how difficult it is, you must also find the correct answer.”

Yue Wuhuan felt as if he wanted to emphasize something. “The correct answer?”

Song Qingshi smile and played with his Blood King Vine.

The Nascent Soul in his dantian was well-controlled by medicine, leaving him enough strength to deal with other matters.

He must make use of every moment and arrange his final destiny.

..

Darkness was everywhere in the Nether secret realm; only the little fireflies in the forest brought light.

An Long raised his head and looked at the white-clothed youth on the tree. He tried hard to resist the crazy voice in his mind calling for him to kill. He asked in pain, “Why are you here?”

These days, he kept wavering between clear-headedness and loss of control. In the end, he was controlled by the demon. He captured Ye Lin Xianjun’s wife and daughter and forced him to write the letter, deceiving Song Qingshi to come out.

Once he regained lucidity, he noticed that Ye Lin Xianjun had left a flaw in his letter. The last time the Yellow Springs Epiphyllum bloomed was forty-eight years ago. Song Qingshi couldn’t remember this kind of thing wrong. He would surely be able to guess that there was a trap.

An Long forcibly ignored this flaw.

The voice in his mind kept screaming, trying to regain control of his body, so that the tragedy that had happened before would come again.

He didn’t know how long he could hold on.

“You fool, are you still looking to die?!” The scales on An Long’s body were constantly emerging and disappearing, the sharp claws on his fingertips were constantly extending and retracting. He wanted to kill the source of his pain in front of him. Unable to control himself, he scolded, “Go away! Don’t ever appear in front of me!”

Song Qingshi looked at him quietly, without any expression on his face.

“We’re no longer friends. There’s no need to be merciful.”

“This time, I’m here to kill you.”